11:04 a.m. on 2002-05-16
Mckenzie gives his two cents

Bad voice + synthesizer="Papa Don't Preach" by Kelly Osbourne.

Still, proof that zero singing ability don't mean nuthin' when you have "($)" parents...still, better than listening to Cher's voice being put through a synthetic voice machine thing.

Let me comment on the Osbournes phenomenon and never comment on it again. I was never a fan of Ozzy Osbourne, but I found the show to be quirky, charming and sometimes sweet. I also immediately realized:

1)Throngs of popculturalphiliacs would flock to it, embrace it and make it their life's purpose to talk about it 24/7 until it was beaten to death. (Well, it isn't dead yet, but how will all of those MTV zombies survive when they discover the second season is in England. Boo hoo.)

2)No less than 5 spin-offs will ride the coattails of this show. I already understand that P. Daddy or whatever he calls himself these days is now getting his very own 30 min. all-access real documentary show on MTV. As if I've been waiting my whole young life to find out what P. Daddy does from the time he wakes up in the morning.

Ok, hurdle cleared.

I was invited to see the musical "Oklahoma" yesterday, but I declined, seeing as the only thing more boring than visiting the state of Oklahoma would be going to see a full blown musical extravaganza, complete with straw hats, cows and dancing yokels. Yee haw.

I can't wait to see the TNT original film entitled "The King of Texas" starring Patrick Stewart and that woman with the least marketable name outside the porn industry, Marcia Gay Harden.

Well, that's all for now you lovely people.

in the slammer - up for parole