God is Dead

Did I really just hear Jonathan Richman's "Egyptian Reggae" on the soundtrack to an advertisement for Weetabix?

Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold, and nothing is sacred. These bastards have no standards at all, and will go to any lengths to piss all over the quiet little corners of our cultural lives so that there's nowhere to hide.

If you want me, I'll be on MySpace listening to unsigned artists. Please knock before coming in, so I can compose myself and wipe the snot from my face.