Everybody hates a tourist, especially one who thinks it’s all such a laugh.

The internet is down today, and it’s the last day before I leave for Chrismukkza, and my crappy year end lists didn’t talk about music much, so…
Billboard December 24: 2005 THE YEAR IN MUSIC & TOURING

• Someone (gee, I wonder who) has drawn a heart around $.50’s head. I’m irate, as I always reign in my urges to do that with ever so many boys.
  
• Who watched Project Runway this week? Gwen Stefani’s outfit looks like Santino’s “lingerie”. And she’s holding a scepter. This is a problem, I think.
  
• Oh, and Santino’s “lingerie”? I agree with irritating Elle lady (for once): he was biting off Galliano, and unsuccessfully at that. I LOVE Galliano’s insanity, but I wouldn’t touch that lederhosen mess with a ten foot pole.
  
• I did kinda like the deer makeup, though.
  
• Have you been waiting for Jamie Foxx’s album? This ad says everyone has been.
  
• Call me old-fashioned, but I can’t help but think grainy, wifebeater-and-old-timey-mic is a bit counteracted by ginormous diamond earring.
  
• This is why I’m not a mainstream rap fan, I guess.
  
• It’s so weird when Billboard talks about MySpace. How can something be a legitimate, viable tool to promote music and the part of the internet I use to document my outfits and run stupid jokes into the ground?
  
• OK, how have I not seen a picture of Fall Out Boy yet? They aren’t very cute.
  
• grrr
  
• Cross-marketing a YA novel (Inside the Mind of Gideon Rayburn) and a pop album? Hmmm, have to see how this plays out…
  
• The album’s by Fefe Dobson, by the way, who is really adorable in this picture.
  
• Who are Hawthorne Heights? Have they covered “If Only You Were Lonely”, or just called their record that?
  
• See, this kind of thing is why I’m going to be actually paying attention to music in 2006. And buying more of it.
  
• I’m listening to “Sugarcube” right now.
  
• I love this song.
  
• And the video seems like an appropriate thing to think about while looking through this magazine.
  
• Aw, giant pictures of Robbie Williams help to distract me from digital hysteria.
  
• ”…the disappointing sales of the soundtrack to ‘Glitter’ (which was released Sept. 11, 2001)…”
  
• Because THAT’S why no one bought the Glitter soundtrack, not the movie’s utter unwatchability.
  
• Seriously? If me and Tiff can’t sit through it, you’ve got a problem on your hands.
  
• ”inch for inch and pound for pound who needs boys when there’s Lisa round”
  
• Sorry, listening to “She’s Losing It”.
  
• Um, I might have a little bit more respect for Mariah Carey now: “Quite frankly, it’s much easier for men to get credit than women…”
  
• Damn.
  
• When 2006 rolls in, can Green Day go back into hiding? Please? I’m so sick of them, and everyone pretending they aren’t completely irrelevant and repetitive.
  
• And, yes, I liked them when I was in high school, but I’m not 15 anymore, and they kinda still are.
  
• Man, I need to hear the rest of that Neil Diamond/Rick Rubin record. And the rest of the Fresh Air interview.
  
• If you haven’t bought me a Chrimukkza present yet, here is what’s on top of my list: Jack White’s horrible facial hair. Not on Jack White anymore.
  
• Also: Jack White’s irritating falsetto. Not on Jack White’s records anymore.
  
• The guy in My Chemical Romance has gloves like mine. Except he probably didn’t get his in the $1 section of Target.
  
• At least, I hope he doesn’t have child-sized hands.
  
• How embarrassing for him.
  
• So, I’m an idiot: flipping past the “Hits of the World” charts, I happen to spot Flanders.
  
• I don’t immediately think, “Country!”; rather, it’s “Simpsons!”
  
• stupid sexy Flanders.