"Excuse Me, are those Bugle Boys you're wearing?

• T. Moorman

I made four calls attempting to interview Nick Carter. Finally someone talked to me. I’m not sure if it was Carter or not.

What the fuck are you doing?

We're beyond excited to perform for our fans for such a special occasion. Being back together again and seeing how excited the fans are, gets all five of us really energized for all of the great stuff coming up.

No really, what the fuck are you doing?

What?

You heard me.

Actually I didn’t hear you.

You aren’t boys anymore.

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• Eva Rinaldi via Wiki Commons

The dream was a conveyor belt of flesh. Dolly made a speech in Dallas, Texas and said, “The vast womb of mother nature and mother culture has long nourished our growth, but now we are growing up against its limits. Whether in a body or on a planet, this is what triggers birth. We are rapidly entering a state of emergency. It is here that the feminine Yang takes over, bearing down and pushing us forward in a spontaneous and irresistible beat into a new world. We can no more imagine what this world will be like than a fetus can imagine the world outside the womb.”

People cheered and cried and kissed with tongue. Then Dolly stage dove. The action punctured both her breasts. Democratic and Republican parties were flattened. Kim Jong-un made a dubstep album. Our world vanished without a trace. 600 light years away, on a planet in a habitable zone, Kepler 22b, a mother cell buried in two feet of muck divided itself. Two millennia later, its daughters would become a vine.

On her YouTube page, Miley Cyrus writes:

"This is Dedicated to the thousands of people who are standing up for what they believe in. Miley Cyrus"

Yep.

In the comments section of Grant's post from yesterday, there are a couple good suggestions (Lee: nice call on the Born Against) and also a bunch of crap that, um, might as well be Muse.

Let me help you guys out. Wire had this thing nailed down 34 years ago; "Mr. Suit" is decidedly not sophisticated, but it does get its point across in a rather concise 85 seconds.

I'm tired of being told what to think
I'm tired of being told what to do
I'm tired of fucking phonies
That's right, I'm tired of you
No, no, no, no, no, no, Mr. Suit
You can take your fucking money
and shove it up your arse
'Cause you think you understand,
but it's a fucking farce.
I'm tired of fucking phonies
That's right, I'm tired of you
And if you turn and walk out that door
And take your fucking money,
let me tell you what it's for
I'm tired of fucking phonies
That's right, I'm tired of you

This one. I choose this one.

...in the New York Times, it's hard not to think of that one song from Hair. Here's a red-haired high schooler singing it: