As I will be spending a goodly chunk of tomorrow gleefully ignoring my doctor’s advice and raising my cholesterol by the forkfull, I’d like to take a moment now to give thanks for all the things for which I am, you know, thankful.
I’m thankful that Tom and Katie finally bonded and can now go raise their spawn in peace, leaving valuable magazine cover room for other, more deserving oddities. I am somewhat concerned, however, that the new Mrs. Cruise seems to be shrinking.
I’m thankful that FOX recognized that they could too overestimate how low the American public was willing to sink and cancelled the O.J. special and book. Kudos to them, and I’m positive they have learned their lesson and will strive to be tasteful and appropriate when they come back next year with Michael Jackson’s “What I Didn’t Do with Those Kids.”
I’m grateful this Bond had only one eerily appropriate gadget this time, and that nearly alone of all of Hollywood actually seemed to try to do CPR properly. Better luck next time, James!
I’m grateful for whichever plucky, unemployed soul leaked the unfinished-but-lengthier Spider-Man 3 trailer onto the Web (Ha! Get it? Web!) so disappointed fans could be reassured that Eric Forman will in fact be cool. Here’s a link but you may have to keep looking; Sony’s yanking them as fast as they pop up. Too bad: this trailer is much more exciting than the official one.
I’m grateful for Black Friday Ads, the site that shows how to use copyright infringement for the betterment of all by posting day-after-Thanksgiving ads early so you can plan your assault.
I’m very grateful that we will apparently be spared the sight of K-Fed getting his freak on. At least during this news cycle, anyway.
Oh, and the whole family, health, good life, that sort of thing. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!