If Sanjay Gupta’s gonna be Surgeon General…

Then I think Obama should have just gone ahead and exclusively appointed TV celebrity personalities to his Cabinet. Maybe they wouldn’t be as effective as the people he’s already chosen, but they’d be cuter ;)

P.S. I understand that the surgeon general isn’t a cabinet-level position, but please… play along :)

Sanjay Gupta

Sanjay Gupta - Surgeon General

Here’s who else I may have picked to round out the Cabinet:

Judge Joe Brown

Judge Joe Brown for Attorney General

Judge Joe don’t take no mess…
Niecy Nash

Niecy Nash for Secretary of the Interior

She’ll clean things up and make them FABULOUS!
Jackie Chan

Jackie Chan for Secretary of Defense

He may not be too good at the ‘secretary’ part – But I’d trust him to kick anyone’s ass.


Xzibit for Transpo Sec.???

or maybe Vin Diesel…
Vin Diesel

Either way, we got a Black guy in the position (Just admit it, Vin) and we’d be riding in style…

OK, this is getting too silly now… but you get the point. I know Sanjay Gupta is a neurosurgeon… but he’s also a TV ho. Just seems weird to me. Any other cabinet suggestions? Get at me and let me know ;)

What you talkin’ bout, iPod?

They say you can tell a lot about a person by the kind of music they listen to. So we here at You’re Welcome, thought it’d be cool to start a new feature called, “What does your iPod say about you?” No pressure, (ahem, ahem), but it’ll only be fun if you participate ;) I thought it’d be cool to list all the artists that fall under a particular letter of the alphabet on my iPod and see what you think they say about me. And then you can send the artists on your playlists, and I can tell you what they say about you. For instance, if you listen to only rap music, your iPod might be saying that you are a 14-year old white kid. See how that works? This is probably gonna fall flat, but it won’t be the first time … or the last ;)

So OK, here goes… Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you my “S’s” along with a little color commentary to jump things off: Continue reading →

John Edwards, you ARE the father — let the hacky blog ensue


Soooo Johnny Boy, it’s time to lace up your track shoes and start practicing your high knees because you are well on your way towards doing short sprints around Maury Povich’s studio. I don’t know why we still get surprised when these politicians do dirt. They are human and just as likely — if not MORE likely — to do evil shit.

How awesome would it be if there was “a very special Maury” just for politicians and religious figures to determine paternity of alleged love children. John Edwards, Jesse Jackson, Jacques Chirac… It would be EN-TER-TAIN-ING!

Here’s a random sidebar b/c I’m a little loopy this afternoon. Do you think when women are being screened for the Maury show the producers make them take off their shoes and clock how fast they can run around the studio? Do you think that any women get denied for being too slow. Sorry Keisha, you *do* have 7 baby daddy’s but your “40” time is waaaaay to slow…

Exhale… I am so embarrassed that I typed this entry, but that’s not gonna stop me from posting it. And don’t judge me because you read it.

(Yes I am aware that is the wrong one)


Can somebody please tell Hillary Clinton she’s acting like the bloodied, puffy-faced boxer who throws his hands up in victory at the end of a fight even though everyone watching can see that he’s lost? Dude… quit it. You so aren’t winning. I’m sure you’re expecting some more analogies here… another sardonic observation to maybe back up that premise. Well, tough. I’m tired. I just felt bad because I haven’t posted in a while.

It’s been a long time, I shouldn’t have left you
Without a strong rhyme to step to
Think of how many weak shows you slept through
Time’s up, I’m sorry I kept you…

You’re Welcome.

I’ve had a bunch of random thoughts recently that I hope to turn into bits. One is about how I always wanted to try being a sportscaster… but I don’t have any of the prerequisites… Hilarious right? Yeah I know. I heart Bob Costas. Really. I know a lot of people are annoyed by him, but it’s just because he knows everything about everything and they’re intimidated. I, however, am not. Cause I recognize he’s supernatural. No one’s talking in his earpiece. He has every one of those facts filed away in his head. He’s like Rain Man for sports. Give dude a cape and some tights and he’d be… Fill in your own blank, I’m too tired for this ish… Huh?!?!?

Good nite

B.C. or BBC?


OK so what year is it in England? Really. I was just watching a few episodes of Coupling on BBC On Demand… and why do all the TV shows on BBC look like they were shot in the sixties? The production values are just so low… If their dollar is so fancy, why can’t they reinvest in some new camera equipment for the broadcast network? BBC? B.C. is more like it.

Ha! Zinger! That was almost clever…

People are always talking about how the British version of every show is better. The Office. What Not to Wear. Coupling vs. Friends… And while its true–they’re clever and very entertaining–for me it’s like watching some of those classic old black-and-white films. They’re good once you get in to them, but they don’t look real appealing from the outside. Kinda like chicken pot pie. OK, that last comment lets me know that this blog should be over now. Over.