Snarkastic: For the record, I fucking hate Tracy Chapman.

June 12, 2007

For the record, I fucking hate Tracy Chapman.

(Also for the record, I wasn't joking about Toby Keith.)

Orson and Peter put on a riotous hell of a show, week in and week out. Would it kill you to go vote for them? And supposing it would, how does that measure up against the crushing guilt that will consume the very marrow of your bones should such talented gentlemen lose out to these guys?

Posted by Nastinchka at June 12, 2007 06:26 PM

Comments

That needed to be said...

The part about Tracy Chapman, I mean.

Added to the mental checklist, along with Napoleon.

Posted by: PB at June 12, 2007 07:20 PM

Good, she broke my foot one time. For rills.

No not really, she was opening for Sting and I missed a step, but it was while she was onstage.

Posted by: Hank Scorpio at June 12, 2007 07:23 PM

I'm comfortable blaming her for worse than that.

Like, for example, A TUESDAY NIGHT WITHOUT TEXY AND RCR. Life ain't half worth livin'.

Posted by: Holly at June 12, 2007 08:06 PM

You may have forgotten that someone else is in a dead heat!

http://texas-gal.com/hot/midatlantic2.html

Posted by: TheGoldfishCowboy at June 12, 2007 09:19 PM

I know, I was sad, too. I actually called Texy to extend my regrets, but she was at the Pirates game. I can't wait to listen to the rebroadcastm, though.

Posted by: RCR at June 13, 2007 07:02 AM

RCR, honey, I don't know how to say this, so I'll just come right out with it:

I heard a vicious rumor that Tennessee plays a certain university's football team this next year. A football team by the name of Louisiana-Lafayette.

Posted by: Holly at June 13, 2007 07:10 AM

The show wasn't quite as freaky (RCR) or sexy (Texy) but they still had their closer. You can't lose with a great closer, you just can't.

Also, I don't know who's voting in the 2nd round of this hot blogger bracket, but I know they're illiterate, so, I guess they're from Missouri.
Anyway, there's no accounting for taste.

Posted by: jebushchrist at June 13, 2007 07:27 AM

Holly--why yes, the Ragin Cajuns are taking a trip up to Knoxville this year. While I don't know if I'll be in attendance, I know that it will likely be an ugly event. But who knows, maybe my Cajuns will pull a fast one.

Sorry the show wasn't as freaky deaky. I'll make up for it next week...

Posted by: RCR at June 13, 2007 07:50 AM

It's Homecoming, but I'm not sure I'll make it myself, 'specially if I'm going to Tuscaloosa two weeks before like I wanna. But the trash-talk will lay waste to entire cities, I have a feeling. Can't wait.

Posted by: Holly at June 13, 2007 07:58 AM

Oh, and by the way, you don't have to throw the Lafayette in there. It's like calling your Vols the University of Tennessee at Knoxville...while technically correct, it's just tacky. Just wanted to give you head. I mean heads up. What? Did I just type that? I need help.

Posted by: RCR at June 13, 2007 08:27 AM

That guy may look like Tracy Chapman but he listens to Creed. Literally, while that pic's being shot, Creed is blasting.
The other guy's got a creepy disembodied finger on his shoulder. You wanna tell me what's hot about that?

Posted by: jebushchrist at June 13, 2007 09:53 AM

Oh, I'll take him higher, all right. If only to drop him off the top of a very tall building.

Posted by: Holly at June 13, 2007 11:03 AM

I feel bad for both Peter and Orson, but upsets were bound to happen.

Posted by: Signal to Noise at June 14, 2007 10:33 AM