Something to believe in

Say you're channel surfing, losing your faith in the economy, science, the media, powers earthly and divine as you dive deep, deeper, into dismay. Just as you're about to give up on not only the night's programming but all of mankind, what do you see? Robert Duvall lecturing Haley Joel Osment:

"Sometimes the things that may or may not be true are the things a man needs to believe in the most. That people are basically good; that honor, courage, and virtue mean everything; that power and money, money and power mean nothing; that good always triumphs over evil; and I want you to remember this, that love...true love never dies. You remember that boy. You remember that. Doesn't matter if it's true or not. You see, a man should believe in those things, because those are the things worth believing in."

Sleep tight, sweetie darlings. See you tomorrow.

Reality killed the video star

So. MTV is thirty years old. I don't recall the momentous day it launched, but I do remember MTV landing upon European shores six years later on that/this very same date, August 1. No, I don't actually recall it being the first of August, only the occasion itself. What I do remember is Sting wailing "I want my MTV" as the first song blasted, Dire Straits' Money for Nothing, and how many clothes female artists wore back then.

So what the hell happened? Last time I checked, MTV was behaving like your average thirty-year-old: aging most ungracefully by desperately hanging on to their teens and hopelessly trying to prove they're still hip and happening. I did what your average sensible thirty something does and switched to VH1 Europe, an actual music channel.

What else is old? New. What else is new? Cave Chaos, sweetie darlings, to be launched on this most memorable of dates! Yes, in an hour or so, the weekly, hour-long, live talk radio show featuring several smexy segments airs for the very first time. Your anchors: EC's own Jaid Black and Lisa Marie Gray. The topics: if it relates to female sexuality, is strictly taboo, irreverent and politically incorrect, it's bound to come up at some point.

For your weekly dose of behind-the-scenes and between-the-sheets action, visit New Dissident Radio every Monday from 4 to 5 pm EST. Happy August, dearest denizens!

Tragic kingdom

And so it came to pass that the magic kingdom turned tragic. With the wave of a tragic wand, anywhere but here suddenly came near, and in that tragic moment the kingdom fell under a tragic spell.

And as the tragic numbers were counted, the tears and questions mounted. And the King searched for a magic word and the Queen for a magic touch, but the tragician had already spoken and said far too much.

And everyone could see it had worked like tragic and who could remember all of the magic, but the King and Queen, the women and men, they wanted to see that kingdom again.

You could hunt for a thousand seasons and come home without answers or reasons.

Thoughts on a Thursday, which may well be a Wednesday, it's the heat talking, so shut up

Men. What do they want? No, seriously. Ellora's Cave is looking forward to hearing from you. What's your pleasure, gentlemen?

We are kind, merciful and forgiving toward others. Why is it so hard to be the same with ourselves?

Where was that white-tailed deer going? Where was I?

Corrective rape. Corrective. Rape. OMG AKA WTF.

According to the Annual Report of UN Women, the female half of humanity does sixty percent of all work and makes ten percent of the wages. Ownership is at one percent, political representation at twenty. You know what that means? We've made progress. O. M. G. [aka] W. T. F.!!!!!

Alice Munro can't be eighty. Thankfully, her stories will never age.

Furthermore, I think that if the boys of Team 6 aren't tied up at the moment, they should come rescue Princess Charlene ASAP. Thanks.

Gone, baby, gone

Sorry, I'm not in. I'm out enjoying the high summer. Another hot one. Hot hot hot. Not that I mind. But I would like to invite global warming skeptics to come over and present their case to my face, which is melting, by the way.

Enjoy your July, dearest denizens!