For some reason today, I got the phrase "cha cha heels" stuck in my head, which lead to having Eartha Kitt singing "Cha Cha Heels" stuck in my head, which lead to some googling around and, finally, to this:
It's a flat out miracle I'm getting anything done today.
Eminem's greatest hits album, Curtain Call, arrived in the office today, instantly setting off a quick move by some staff to lay claim to the disc or, at least, get it into iTunes. I took possession of it, as editorship does have its privileges. I guess all those GLAAD press releases on the dangers of Slim Shady didn't take. But how can you not have soft spot for a guy who can make brass knuckles look kinda femme?
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