Archive for April, 2009

It. Is. Beautiful. I want to live in an autotuned world. In that world Cher and Sean Kingston would cease to exist.

I’m still trying to wrap my brain around this waffle of a mystery. This mystery exists in my mind as a row of giant white capital letters, lit up by bright pink neon lights and fitted with fluffy shiny blonde toupees, the kind best suited to giant white capital letters.
The letters spell a question: Why [...]