I'm gonna go ahead and say Jay-Z knows what he's doing 400 steps ahead of Rihanna, and despite Umbrella, he already heard Shut Up and Drive and Don't Stop the Music and that's why he got the fuck out of there before the first chorus was over.

Flirting with Disaster was on TV yesterday. I never read very much into the Lily Tomlin/Alan Alda characters as being completely realistic at the time. Though after reflecting on events from the storied life of myself, I'm gonna go ahead and endorse them. Hippies know very well what bad things shouldn't be feared. But what they have no conception of is what good things people need in their lives in order to remain happy. If they had any idea what it took to keep themselves happy, they wouldn't still be buying weed to this day. They wouldn't still be hoarding all those records they've been hoarding for years because those damned record stores just don't know what to pay for vinyl these days. They wouldn't pretend their fucked up daughter is a product of their peers when the truth is she's an obvious product of two self-absorbed drug enthusiasts who never got their shit together. They wouldn't spend whatever free money they had buying useless shit from thrift stores, when the amount they spend on such probably equals the amount they could spend on worthwile items their brains would focus on if said brain had any focus at all.