That is what I am talking about. So what if Salon.com only paid him in minor-market pizza coupons; he received compensation for getting crocked and making fun of wealthy, attractive morons whose shimmering images appeared before him on the screen of his television. This is the world our forefathers fought and died to give us, and it is beautiful.
You know that part of the "Crazy in Love" video where Beyoncé is strutting around in an alley with a racially diverse group of dancers whose names she almost certainly doesn't know? And they all start shaking their asses at the camera like a big jiggly buttquake? That little 20-second clip should get its own award right there. Best Gluteal Seismic Event or somesuch.
Posted by Jim Treacher at August 29, 2003 05:02 PM