1) I don't believe in conspiracies. I mean those amazing world-shaking, generation-spreading conspiracies. Conspiracies like that require far more competence from humans than I've ever seen. The American IRS can't even get rebate checks out on their original schedule. They'd never pull off the first 15 minutes of an X-Files episode.
2) I don't believe Mariah Carey's sold as many records as she has. She's had more number one records in the U.S. than anyone. More than Madonna, more than Aretha Franklin, more than freaking Elvis. And yet I think I know one, maybe two songs. Do any of you have a Mariah Carey album?! I think my younger sis had one. That's one with some odd many million more to go. Who's buying these things?
3) In 50 years, I still don't think we will have flying cars. We can't drive safely on the ground. How will we ever pull it off going a hundred miles an hour faster and in 3 dimensions? And as for the car folding up into a briefcase so I can take it to work? Fugeddaboutit. I am looking forward to my jet pack, though. I'd be looking forward to it even more if I was a personal injury lawyer.
Yeah, apparently this song, One Sweet Day, a duet between Carey and Boyz II Men spent more weeks at number one than any song ever. Don't think I've ever heard it before. Where was I in the mid-90s? I can answer that -- in Mississippi listening to Van Morrison and a bunch of people like Muddy Waters and John Lee Hooker in my blues phase.
Hmm. While my blues phase has passed, I still prefer this: