My Own Lil' Mardi Gras Party

In honor of the last day of February, which ends the worst month of the year. Besides the Super Bowl, I hate this month more than I hate...oh let's say Ann Coulter or being kicked in the balls. The good news, it is going to be 70 degrees, the bad news, it will still be the god awful month of February. So much to talk about since my last post. The olympics were alright I guess, all the snowboarding events kick ass, the rest, not so much. What the fuck was all the hoopla about this Bode Miller, if you drink like I do, I could have forewarned everyone he wouldn't be moving that fast down a mountain. Put some JD fuel in me though, and I could take that sombitch Super G race. Orgrazmo=still funny movie. Coldplay=let me check, yep still sucks. Husker baseball has started, yay. Bill O'Reilly started this dumbass petition to get Keith Olbermann's "Countdown" replaced on MSNBC. Now I watch Keith religiously and you should too. It's the wittiest hour of news, and for a country and a generation that don't follow the news that much, it's perfect, because he actually makes it fun and you can still get caught up on things. And no, it can't replace the Daily Show, because it's actual news, but still quite entertaining. Keith is pretty liberal, but not at all in the overtop way that others do that even make this liberal roll his eyes. Give it a whirl, 7pm on MSNBC, you'll like it, trust me. And even though I mentioned DS earlier, here's my late segway into the Oscars this Sunday. I'm really looking forward to them this year, there's a variety of good films and Stewart is going to be, well great as usual. The buildup seems to be non-existent, I think there's too much "actual" news right now that the media doesn't have time to cover the "culture wars", blah, you know Utahans anger at the Hollywood machine for producing gay cowboy flicks that turn their sons and daughters into homos. I'm sure though, later in the week and early next week, there will be all this "outrage" that Brokeback Mountain won this and that, and Narnia got snubbed, and Hilary Swank's penis...I mean boob popped out on the red carpet and that Jon Stewart made a funnie about Dubya being not learned like me. You know how it goes down every year. So lame.

Alright, let's get this Mardi Gras started, I have beads, who's going to show me their titties first?