It's really hard to keep up with my quota when everything that's going on is so damned athletic. Honestly world, your fascination with sweaty men running and skating about is exhausting. It makes me suffer the ennui. Le sigh. The good news is that if you're a citizen of the city of Chicago, everyone is in basically the best mood ever since the Blackhawks won the Stanley Cup. The bad news is that I make it my personal policy to say as little as possible on sports news. My feigned interest would be nothing if not dishonest.
What else happened this week? Not much. The World Cup is going on. More sports. If you're a soccer hooligan for the Dutch Football Federation, you can pick up this rather clever screaming man 2010 Fifa World Cup t-shirt [via Cool Hunter]...and then not be able to actually catch the action. Beyond that: Lindsay Lohan's SCRAM bracelet went off at the MTV awards, a lot of people were cast in a lot of movies that you won't care about until at least 2011, and apparently the fickle public is offended in every direction by the "Alejandro" video, which I will continue to enjoy. Did you notice how I totally avoided post-discussion of the MTV Movie Awards? Congratulate me for not falling into that trap. Bonnaroo is also happening. As we speak, many a hippier hipster in Manchester is waking, baking, hunting down breakfast or sleeping off their 2 AM visit with the Crystal Method.
Note to Glee: please never touch funk again. You, just like Vocal Adrenaline, can't do it either.