It's raining men

My house is pretty flush with testosterone right now. Two men and a dog. This morning’s breakfast conversation was a trip down old hippy memory lane – psychedelic mushrooms, skinny dipping, tuck pointing in the nude (this seems dangerous to me), and discussion about some cactus hallucinogenic. While things have been fairly routine in the last week (and two days), there is simply too much farting and old men talk for my sophisticated taste (there was even a discussion about “mall walking” as a form of exercise when it’s cold, and talk about purchasing those geriatric old Jewish man blublocker sunglasses – as seen on TV). God help me.

Later today, a couple more guys stopped over today to visit T for some pre-game TV watching. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m actually happy to get out of here to go to a super bowl game (I loathe football). I feel a bit trapped in my own house lately. At least there’s potential for the super bowl game to have something interesting commercial or half-time wise – like “nipplegate.”

I read that Lil’ Jon will be celebrating the super bowl at the Playboy mansion with his entourage of flesh and flash. What’s up with that dude’s teeth? I can’t figure it out. He looks like he’s completely kicked back on some serious weed. Totally doped out. One freaky mother fucker. I’d love to hear him in concert though – that would be trippy.

Last night was ArtsBash. This event is Central Wisconsin's version of P Diddy's "white party" in the Hamptons, sans the hip-hop stars, paparazzi and celebs (actually the "white party" is a rip-off of Capote's Black & White parties he used to host in the Hamptons). It was a good time, but slightly more disappointing this year than previous years. Attendance seemed low, and the performances, frankly, were lame. As a matter of fact, I didn’t realize they were over until R & M told me. Kinda strange. At least I had cool straight ironed hair, thanks to R. She did a most awesome job. And P looked tres fab in her dress made of colored bias tape. Aside from the usual basement band gang, it was also good to hang out with the “dance” crew and others I haven’t seen in ages. Too many fun people – too little time.

CONTEST!
So, here’s a little contest for my blog posse readers (inspired by Shatshat). Please submit your answer in the comment section. The winner will be announced next week and will receive a lovely prize for participating. Okay, here’s the question (concentrate):

What was the most heinous song ever recorded?

CONTEST RULES
1) One entry per person
2) Winner(s) will be announced 2/11/07
3) Most heinous song will be determined by:

• rubric outlining specific performance levels for heinous songery (thanks PSM)
• listening to all heinous songs blindfolded while holding an ice pick to see which one makes me feel like poking out my ear drums (thanks M)
• another method yet to be determined.

4) Beautiful parting prize will be delivered to winner.