Blood On The Tracks

Or at least on my TV set. Last night, instead of my usual porn, I was watching the tail end of "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre." Or at least flipping to it during breaks from "The Daily Show." It's not like there's a real complicated plot to follow. Ordinarily I wouldn't watch that type of movie; call me crazy but movies that center around helpless people being dismembered by power tools don't quite get it done for me. But this was the remake of Chainsaw Massacre, and it had Jessica Biel running around in the rain, (and for some reason a meat packing plant that had the sprinklers on), while wearing a tight white tank top that she felt compelled to knot up so as to reveal her belly. I love that look, but when someone makes the effort to do it that while being chased by a maniac with a chainsaw and a seemingly limitless supply of gasoline, well you have to admire that.

Anyway, I have come to the conclusion that while I generally avoid splatter films, if Jessica Biel were in the flick and was dressed in nothing but a thong I'd probably spend two hours watching her throw puppies out 4th floor windows.

In somewhat related news, (in the sense of people I'd like to take a chainsaw to), Rush Limbaugh got busted with a bunch of Viagra while coming back from the Dominican Republic. Apparently it really was his prescription, but there was a typo. Nonetheless, this paragon of the right apparently feels the need to load up on Viagra before taking a solo trip to the Domincan Republic. You do the meth. I mean math. Don't know why I'd confuse illegal drug use with a note on limp dick limbaugh.