How Katy Perry’s Music Makes us Stupid!

I’ve already mentioned this on my blog, but I thought I’d better explain myself to all those rabid Perry fans out there. I have a strange conspiracy theory about Katy Perry’s music, and how it is somehow tailored to make us stupid. I don’t know how. I only know it does (she isn’t alone. The process I’m about to describe applies to many pop artists, but the force of her music seems especially potent. So Ms. Perry… I apologize. You get to be the scapegoat).

Me? Conspiracy? Look at me! I’m way too innocent and Pretty for that!

Lamenting the End of an era

Over the last couple years I have had (and largely taken for granted) the privilege of having one of the few remaining “Blockbuster Video” stores. Right down the street. Of course in my complete and utter laziness I almost never used it, even though I knew I should support the establishment. Instead, I stopped at Redbox when I had to go to the store, or when I had to fill up on a tank of gas, or I would use Netflix, or, if I was feeling even more pathetically lazy, I would resort to more unsavory means like bit-torrent to watch a movie (I would only slightly redeem myself when I guiltily deleted the movies… after watching them of course)

It’s like seeing an old friend die a slow and painful death…