Perhaps your champagne hangover is still throbbing, such that even the most innocuous float in the Tournament of Roses Parade seems to have loomed up from the frothing mouth of hell like some Lovecraftian nightmare. Maybe you're still celebrating, and the neighbors have implored you to stop singing "Auld Lang Syne" and let their children sleep. On the other hand, it could be you opted for a quiet New Year's Eve of contemplation and salutary reading, with... yeah, we didn't think so.
Anyway, we just wanted to wish you a Happy 2019. May the new year bring you a big pile of blessings, and may your only curse be us.
THE COUNT: ALL THE DESERT'S A STAGE
The dust settles on the Indio Polo Grounds. (4/22a)
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THE NEW UMG
Gosh, we hope there are more press releases.
TIKTOK BANNED!
Unless the Senate manages to make this whole thing go away, that is.
THE NEW HUGE COUNTRY ACT
No, not that one.
TRUMP'S CAMPAIGN PLAYLIST
Now 100% unlicensed!
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