Even though we learned this news months ago, the NFL officially announced Sunday night that Madonna will in fact be performing during the halftime show at Super Bowl XLVI on February 5, 2012. NBC confirmed the news during the the Sunday Night Football game between the Detroit Lions and the New Orleans Saints.
Madonna is said to be working with a team from Cirque du Soleil, multimedia artists from the Moment Factory and choreographer Jamie King to create what I’m sure will be an exciting performance. Past halftime performers include Prince, The Who and Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band.
Of course, things have been a little tame since one of Janet Jackson‘s nipple made an appearance, here’s hoping Madonna spices things up.
Super Bowl XLVI will take place at Lucas Oil Stadium in Indianapolis.
It’s one of those days here in my head. Sad for lots of reasons; sad for no reason at all. Somehow, it all makes sense to me. I haven’t given in totally to the darkness that roots around my so-called brain; but I’ve been choking back the tears for two days now. (Ummm, could someone please be a lamb and run to Hot Topic for me? Clearly, I’m in need of some ironic, mopey t-shirt. Oh, I found just the one!)
So, anyPOUT. I feel a little better (and a whole lot more STUPID) by even writing this post. I think I better find a padlock so no one reads this current little portion of my 7th grade diary. (I’ll just keep it in my locker, it’ll be safe there.)
And just like any good junior high dork, a song popped into my head that might help make me feel a little less tormented. (Someone had the gall to call me on the phone last night and refer to me as a Drama Queen, and insinuated that’s the ONLY reason anyone reads my blog. Hey! Thanks!!) Can you even BELIEVE it? (Hush up and don’t answer that…)
So rather than post “Bleed Like Me“ by Garbage, I found this…one of my favorite songs ever: Life’s What You Make It by Talk Talk.
Baby, life’s what you make it Can’t escape it
Baby, yesterday’s favourite Don’t you hate it
(Everything’s All RIght) life’s what you make it (Everything’s All RIght)
Baby, life’s what you make it Don’t backdate it
Baby, Don’t try to shade it Beauty is naked
(Everything’s all right) life’s what you make it (Everything’s all right) Life’s What You Make It
Baby, life’s what you make it Celebrate it Anticipate it Yesterday’s faded Nothing can change it Life’s what you make it
(Everything’s all right) life’s what you make it (Everything’s all right) Life’s What You Make It (Everything’s all right) yeah yeah (Everything’s all right)
Yeah, yeah….easier said than done for us Lip (and Cuticle-Biters). Gaaaah….the self-mutilation of it all! (Eyeroll.)
Oh well…here’s Bleed Like Me, anyway…
Avalanche is sullen and too thin She starves herself to rid herself of sin And the kick is so divine when she sees bones beneath her skin And she says: Hey baby can you bleed like me? C’mon baby can you bleed like me?
Chris is all dressed up and acting coy Painted like a brand new Christmas toy He’s trying to figure out if he’s a girl or he’s a boy He says: Hey baby can you bleed like me? C’mon baby can you bleed like me?
Doodle takes dad’s scissors to her skin And when she does relief comes setting in While she hides the scars she’s making underneath her pretty clothes She sings: Hey baby can you bleed like me? C’mon baby can you bleed like me?
Therapy is Speedie’s brand new drug Dancing with the devil’s past has never been too fun It’s better off than trying to take a bullet from a gun And she cries: Hey baby can you bleed like me? C’mon baby can you bleed like me?
JT gets all fucked up in some karaoke bar After two drinks he’s a loser after three drinks he’s a star Getting all nostalgic as he sings “I Will Survive” Hey baby can you bleed like me? C’mon baby can you bleed like me? Hey baby can you bleed like me? C’mon baby can you bleed like me?
You should see my scars You should see my scars You should see my scars You should see my scars Try to comprehend that which you’ll never comprehend Try to comprehend that which you’ll never comprehend Just try to comprehend that which you’ll never comprehend Try to comprehend that which you’ll never comprehend You should see my scars You should see my scars
Awwww, jeez. I swear, if this is true, I’M gonna be the one who’s crabby. I don’t care if “it’s all relative” in terms of what we spend our money on these days, because this is just lame. I really do hope Suri isn’t wearing a diamond-studded princess costume for Halloween this year. Otherwise, I’ll puke. For reals.
“Suri Cruise is not yet 5 years old, but she’s already developed a taste for the finer things in life. The Hollywood tot includes ballgowns and kitten heels among her favorite things, so it’s no big surprise that she wants to be a princess for Halloween — what five-year-old wouldn’t?
But Suri’s costume comes with a jaw-dropping price tag, or so reports gossip rag In Touch Weekly. A source told the mag that the ensemble is worth around $6K, adding, “It’s more than a month away, but Suri already has her fairy-princess gown and she will be wearing diamonds with her costume.”
Don’t be too quick to dismiss the rumors: This is, after all, the same little girl who was photographed playing with a $100 bill as a toddler.”
What?? Did I read that correctly? For eff’s sake. I’ve never owned a dress that cost more than $250 — and I’m not kidding. I think it’s time for Snippy to make an appearance…
And while we’re on the subject of SURI and giraffes, does she have a giant Kleenex-type pop-up box with a brand-new Little Giraffe Blanket for each and every day?? This child seems to have a fluffy new blankie in every photo, whilst being toted around like a newborn at almost 5 years of age. It all bugs the crap outta me.
Felix has ONE Little Giraffe blankie. One. Just the one. And the corners are chewed on and torn a little–and I think it’s cute.