It always takes me awhile to get through one of Geoffrey Chaucer’s posts, because, you know, I don’t speak Old English, generally. So when I saw he had a new post up I refrained from reading it, saving it until I had the time to really hunker down.
Today, however, I accidentally loaded the post. As I was going for Bloglines’ “keep as new” button, I glanced down to what seemed from the fact that it was all uppercase to be a particularly emotional sentence…and I saw:
STOP YOUR SCLAUNDRES OF BRITNEY!
Yes. Yes! Chaucer, I love you.
(And I admit it: I love Chris Crocker, too. That video has brought such delight to my life. After all she’s been through!)
Occasionally I wonder if I should care more about stuff like Britney Spears’ performance at the VMAs, since blogs and major news organizations and weirdos on YouTube all seem so intent on it. So I do a little research, I see what people are saying–maybe she had a broken heel, maybe she’s just going through a rough patch in her life, maybe she was phoning it in and doesn’t respect her fans. And I take a look at the actual video in question, which does seem a little lackluster.
But ultimately, I still find no reason to care, and now I’ve wasted ten minutes of my life.
That comic looks badass, and the cover art is beautiful. I’d really like to read the story.
Sure, right now it’s $149.95, but is that really any better? It’s still ridiculous.
I’d pay $35, maybe $50. Maybe.
I guess I’m just not hardcore anymore.