Well, you know, we all want to change the world...

Oh, that Chasez boy. I called the whole thing "beautifully raunchy" with nothing but love in my heart, maintaining my (<- keyword) original sentiment from when the clips first leaked: the songs could've come off crude and sleazy, but they didn't - they were playful with a bit of a dirrty edge. It's the same way that Justin's confidence just doesn't translate to arrogance for me.

But YMMV (obviously) and all that. Anyway, I had fun.

However, an observation:

( This is going to be terrifically wankerific, but whatever. )

Oops, did I just say that? *g* Also, is this not where I go into how it's generally counterproductive to flaunt a harem of gorgeous women in an attempt to assert your masculinity, and that I find the practice almost laugh out loud funny in its irony? Moving right along then.

It's interesting that while you can see shades of solo!JC in his *NSYNC performances, these numbers came from a different place within him. There's an electricity, a wantonness and abandon to his demeanor that's not present in the tightly choreographed, scripted production of the group. However, it was nice to see that you can bring the rock star out of the SDB, but you can't take the sparkle out of the rock star. Nice twist on the NSA-era shirt, Jayce. Don't think it went unnoticed.

Also, GIP. Rawr. Yes, please.

Mmm, chocolate cake and Chinese food for breakfast. Leftovers from our viewing party Saturday night, which was preceded by spankin' new footage from beatpropx. The unedited holiday message! Chris, JC, and Justin hilarity in Radio City! Justin on the Johnny Vaughan Show! Slap your momma goodness all around. Thanks, babe. *smooch*

Souls are going for cheap today.

Hollywood Squares was pre-empted by baseball, so no Lance for me. He looked so good on Monday though, tanned and pretty and happy. Seems the boyfriend's doing good things for him, and that is as it should be.

Class was cancelled yesterday, so I took the extra hour to cruise around town and sit down for a relaxing lunch at Moe's. Big kudos to the boy behind the counter who managed to roll that burrito - the woman in line next to me and I were both sufficiently impressed. They had old jazz music playing and, spreading out last week's US Weekly, it felt like being on my own little oasis.

Apparently one person has a current secret crush on me and two think I'm so yesterday. Cool, yo, though seriously, you should totally speak up. I'm for having lunch, wherever in the world that may be.

Saturn posted a picture inquiry earlier today. Ahem. Suffice it to say that after three and a half months of summer vacation, I had close to 900 megs of pictures alone. Additionally, I've been a fan for nine months before that and two months after. I have a lot "" of pictures. Progressively being sorted by event with the ultimate goal of piecing them all into the timeline.

Called that Tampa radio station about JC's emceeing gig and got a truly lovely gentleman on the line. Tickets are $12 at the door with the event going down starting 5 pm on Saturday, October 25th. JC! BT! Tone Loc! And you know, Willa Ford (she's still around?), Staci Orrico, and Bubba Sparxxx. It's gonna be a party!

In other news, I remain inordinately fond of my education revolution icon. Scholastically, they'd have me believe that I got a 63 on that test I aced last week, so we'll see about that. Journalism wanker continues to be an insufferable asshole, and it's not even Thursday yet.

There's a very lot of laundry that needs to get done. I'd much rather be here sorting though. Mmm, media.


"The New York Knicks and *NSYNC will sue one another, each claiming they were the first to come up with the idea of being five guys who suck."
-Conan O'Brien

It's so bedtime.