I watched all of five minutes of the Superbowl yesterday. It was half-time and Janet Jackson was on. She was lip syncing “I’ll have you naked by the end of this song…” and then suddenly, an ‘unfortunate wardrobe malfunction’… Right.

Let’s see, who has a CD coming out in two weeks? Janet. What would cause everyone to talk about Janet? An exposed boob at the Superbowl.

Now I’m all in favour of shocking to get a reaction but all the denials that this business wasn’t staged is ridiculous. Actually, I could give a rat’s ass about any of this; I just needed an excuse to put a boob on my site. “Put down the phone Mom, this is a current event comment.”

Time to head over to Windows Update. Microshaft has released a critical update for all you Internet Explorer users. Or, feel free to use Firebird and relieve yourself from having to worry about this sort of stuff. Your call…

So I was sitting here in my plush, well-lit apartment this afternoon doing what unemployed people do (read: nothing) when someone slipped an envelope under my door. I ignored it as I figured it was probably a menu or something.

Then there was a knock at the door a second later. I opened the door and there is this old woman standing there who had just slipped the envelope under the door and she’s asking for it back.

I pick it up and it’s obviously full of cash. I hand it back to her and she goes, “Sorry, it was supposed to go to #601″ 601? She’s on the 16th floor, ten floors from where she should be and shoving envelopes full of cash under doors without looking at the number? “Thank you, come again…”