The worst song ever:
BAHA MEN's summer hit record WHO LET THE DOG'S OUT? has been named the worst song of all time.
The track, which topped charts around the world in 2000, is number one in a new list compiled by editors of Spinner.com and AOL Radio.
It beat off tough competition from rapper Vanilla Ice's memorable hit Ice, Ice Baby and a more recent chart success for Ricky Martin - She Bangs.
We learned a couple of weeks ago that the Fannie and Freddie bailout might cost up to $25 billion. Now, this just in:
Remember, the government's estimate of the cost to taxpayers for the S&L crisis rose from an initial $50 bn to more than $124.6 bn (not inflation adjusted).
Omigod, a Zeppelin comeback! Oh, wait:
There are two kinds of people in this world. Those who write about two kinds of people in this world.
OK, so maybe I was too critical of the sex and bodily parts/function jokes:
Academics have unearthed what they believe to be Britain's oldest joke, a 1,000-year-old double-entendre about men's sexual desire.
They found the wry observation in the Codex Exoniensis, a 10th century book of Anglo-Saxon poetry held at Exeter Cathedral.
There are two kinds of people in this world -- those who can keep their attention focused, and, boy was it ever hot yesterday!
Rush Limbaugh, the piker, is celebrating his 20th year of radio syndication ths week. These guys, though they've been syndicated only since 1995, have been together on the air for 25 years. And, yes, I am a fan:
Bob Kevoian and Tom Griswold, the creators and hosts of the long-running "Bob & Tom Show," have renewed their long-term contract with Premiere Radio Networks.
Yeah, I watched "America's Got Talent" again this week, and, apparently, I'm not alone. It was the highest-rated show last week. The thing is, if you strip away the competition part and the inane chatter of the judges, what you have is just an old-fashioned variety show of the type introduced by Ed Sullivan and then slicked up a little by Dean Martin and Carol Burnett. I think there's room for another one of those now.
And somebody in TV-land thinks so, too.
For God's sake, don't give these people any gum:
We had a fire drill at work today, and it made me feel like I was back in high school. I considered skipping out and heading downtown instead of going back to work when it was over. But I probably would have gotten caught, like the time when I was a sophomore and I was in study hall when the fire-drill bell sounded. "Let's go to Murphys," a bunch of us decided.
