*flail*

Wal-Mart in Randleman has mini-NASCAR bobbleheads.

Mini-bobbleheads!

Mini-Jimmie Johnson is standing in front of full-size Kevin Harvick. It is purely coincidence the height difference. Really. Pure coincidence.

Sadly the selection sucked ass. Tony Stewart and Jeff Gordon were the majority, with some Mark Martin, Rusty Wallace, Ryan Newman and Jimmie. And Bobby Labonte. Oh, and Harvick.

Because I am a nice person, and really, everyone should have a NASCAR bobblehead...bubblesbrnaid, you get the Bobby Labonte. (Yes, I bought you a BL bobblehead. Just be glad I decided to forgo the evil and get you a Mark Martin or a Jeffy that you could beat senseless each race. Which, by the way, the MM ones looked pissed off. Hee!)

Bad Summer Reality TV

This summer's batch of reality TV is in full swing and already has me pleading for days of yore (with the likes of the original Survivor, or even kids who went outside and *played*).

Last night, while getting ready for Saturday's yard sale (and trying to figure out the correct price for a bikini with two, count em, two bottoms), I tuned in to a couple, just for background noise and the opportunity to mock. My conclusion?

Beauty and the Geek: Leave it to the WB to have actually hot geeks. Eric? Hubba hubba! Granted, Richard is a tool, and not in the fun way (I sense a major love of Woody Allen and many acting classes), but the rest of the geeks do it for me.

Dancing with the Stars: *rolls* Seriously, there's no way to take this show seriously. John O'Hurley has flare, and Evander Holyfield is just...well, he's dedicated. But under what sign are some of these folks "stars"?

Tonight's bad reality product is Hit Me Baby One More Time. Didn't we already get rid of the one hit wonders?

Tonight's batch of singers on this three weeks only show are: A Flock of Seagulls (hair!), Arrested Development, Cece Peniston, Loverboy, and Tiffany. First let us point out that, during the 80s my age range was from 3 to 12. Let us also point out that I dye my hair red. Now, who do you think I loved back then? (Ding! Correct! Tiffany! Debbie Gibson had nothing on Tiffany. *cough*)

Really, I'm anticipating a trip down memory lane and...not much else. Do we really expect them to pop out with anything new and exciting? Not really.

Where this leads though is to one of the artists participating that actually surprised me: Billy Ray Cyrus. Now, before you laugh your asses off (because really, everyone knows "Achey Breaky Heart" and the mullet and the too-tight jeans), let me let you in on a little known fact: after that album Billy Ray released with Achey Breaky Heart, he released many, many more. I think his total count is 7 albums. Folks, a few of those albums met with high critical acclaim. It shocks me to say it to this day, but Achey Breaky Heart was a fluke that was a bad fluke. As a singer/songwriter, he's much, much better than that song indicates. I own "Southern Rain", and it's a fantastic album with some incredible songs. So...don't write off Billy Ray for the mullet or one really bad song. He's got other stuff that's actually really good.