We're Going to Cover That In Phase 2

At first, Jessie and I tried to keep a diary of the hell that was watching the MTV VMA show on Sunday night:

9:24: Between R. Kelly’s bad lip syncing and listening to the lead singer of the Killers sound as if he ran a marathon before he sang a single word, all we can think is, “What the hell is going on? How low can the production value go?” I really liked Mr. Brightside before I heard it live – damn you MTV! A camera pans the crowd: Yeah, look at us, whoo! We’re at a trendy hotel watching a bad reality show pretending to be a relevant music awards show! Some thoughts: Who is Hillary Duff dating and why is he so much cooler than she is? Why do we need to listen to Diddy explain his 27th name change? When did MTV start sucking this badly?

9:32: Thank god something good like a new Beavis and Butthead skit happened! I am Poseiden! I am the God of Poop! Love it. Maybe the show will improve. I pray that it will because I’m watching no matter what as my wife needs to see if certain ads actually air. Oh joy of joys. We even had to stop TiFauxing “Rome” on HBO in order to watch this shite.

End of log. There was no need to keep going. The show did not improve as hoped. The rest of the evening was even worse. MC Hammer? Why? My advice to you is to fade away senor. I can go on and on….I won’t.