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Wednesday, June 02, 2004

THANKS TO THE MAGIC OF TIVO, I've been able to watch the French Open commercial-free, for the most part, which is really just best for everyone.

This morning I happened to tune in to some live action. The results were typical . . .

TV [Some musical artist I guess I'm supposed to know, singing a song I vaguely recognize, on an ad for ABC/ESPN coverage of some stupid basketball thing I can't believe anybody gives a shit about]:

"Let's get it started.
"Let's get it started.
"Let's get it started.
"Let's get it started.
"Let's get it started.
"Let's get it started.
"Let's get it started.
"Let's get it started.
"Let's get it started.
"Let's get it started.
"Let's get it started.
"Let's get it started.
"Let's get it started.
"Let's get it started.
"Let's get it started.
"Let's get it started.
"Let's get it started.
"Let's get it started.
"Let's get it started.
"Let's get it started.
"Let's get it started.
"Let's get it started.
"Let's get it started.
"Let's get it started.
"Let's get it started."

Me: "How about I beat the fuck out of you? How would that be?"



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