TMI, y'all.

THIS WEEK ONLY: Perez Hilton gave us a little more than we wanted to know earlier today by posting a picture of Johnny Knoxville's bloodied trunks after his frank and beans were grotesquely injured during a tribute to Evel Knievel. New York magazine has replicated the last photo shoot of Marilyn Monroe with a new muse...LiLo as she's is known on the celeb photog circuit...for the rest of us, Lindsay Lohan. And of course, one cannot turn on the television or skim the magazines at the checkout counter with out hearing the latest escapades of Unfitney, um, Britney Spears and company. Entertainment value, right? Well, I'm not entertained.

What happened to the days of the good o' boys and the girls next door...not of the Playboy variety? Everyone can love a few minutes of trash, but enough is enough! While I can applaud some of the sentiments of the gals on Cashmere Mafia, salud to successful women in business, but not so much to their track records in love. (Although I've never dated a lesbian out of my despair with men, I HAVE had to face the end of an engagment due to his vunerability to my increasing stature.) The whole premise of Nip/Tuck is enough to make you gag (and watch with your hands over your eyes), especially last night's season finale.

My point? I should spend more time in the gym and less time perusing the internet or the television channels. But that again brings me to another disappointing turn-the death of my iPod. 2nd iPod in 2 years to fall victim to a faulty click-wheel. And of course the replacement is only covered under the warranty of the first, which according to the gal at Apple Care, expired 186 days ago. So, I'm looking at over $100 to repair my 1st Gen. iPod Nano 2G. No, what I'm looking at is said iPod in the trash can atop coffee grinds. (Yes, my techie friend, I did follow the directions at ifixit.com, and it didn't work!) I'm upgrading.

TMI, right?