everybody loves me tonight
everybody thinks this is pretty cool
maybe pretty happening out of sight
get on board the hip train
we all need our idolatry
we need to foster some illusion
confusion fallacy fantasy
everybody hated my guts yesterday
woe is me i had gone and
made the worst of all possible mistakes
i failed to get on board the hip train
i didn't sleep around i didn't do cocaine
now i know why we've got pop culture
we all need to feel one up on the others
when the light goes down
on this seething little town
truth lies face down
everybody wants to be my friend
except all of those who never ever were
or ever even remotely might have been
you gotta get on board the hip train
just fork over your deposit
shed my skin and jump right in
to the emperor's clothes closet
ain't no saint ain't no prophet
ain't no angel ask my wife about it
I have never owned a pair of Doc Martens. Even when me, Rodney, Nate and Jess would listen to Pearl Jam for hours on end and wear pounds and pounds of flannel, I never owned Docs.
I mention this because I have an almost pathological fear of being hip. Dunno if it comes from a feeling of inadequacy – maybe I never had what it took to be truly hip in the first place – or maybe my hatred of tank tops that say “Bitch” in sparkly letters comes from a purer place. Either way, I can’t stand anything that smacks of the h-word. I (quite literally, ask Janna) become physically sick when I come into close proximity to Hot Topic. I actually went in there a couple of weeks ago – a horrifying experience (right up there with my babysitter making me watch Children of the Corn when I was 8 or so).
Maybe that’s why I resisted loving the new Coldplay album so much – it’s a pretty hip thing to like. Granted, Coldplay is no Good Charlotte, or even Incubus (*shudder*), but it still bothered me a bit. Here’s the problem though: A Rush of Blood to the Head is wonderful. It’s one of the best albums I’ve heard in years and I’m becoming hopelessly addicted to it.
But, if you see me with a Coldplay T-shirt, please, please put me out of my misery – I don’t want my children to see me like that.
Actor-director Mel Gibson said tonight he's under attack for making a realistic movie about the suffering, sacrificial death of Jesus.
On Fox News Channel's "The O'Reilly Factor," Gibson said a reporter was dispatched by a "reputable" but unnamed publication to "dig up dirt" on him.
"Whenever you take up a subject like this it does bring out a lot of enemies," he said. His private life, his banking records, charities he supports, friends, business associates and family members have all undergone scrutiny in this investigation, he said.
Asked if he believed there was a direct correlation between this investigation and his work on "The Passion," a film he is making in Aramaic and Latin for authenticity, Gibson said: "I think there is."
"I'm a big boy," said Gibson. "I can take care of myself, but when you start messing around with my 85-year-old father, watch out."
Even though Gibson was angry about what he considers harassment of his friends and family and prying into his personal life, he said he has already forgiven the reporter and those behind him.
"This is a movie about love, faith, hope and forgiveness," Gibson said. "He died for all mankind. He (Jesus) suffered for all of us. It's time to get back to that basic message. The world has gone nuts. We could all use a little more love, faith, hope and forgiveness."
Today in 1879, the first Catholic missionaries arrived in Uganda by canoe. It was one of the most successful missions in history, and now two-thirds of Ugandans are Christian.
