Not so GaGa
Hiya.  I’m Special Agent Dale Cooper, intrepid FBI agent and pop culture commentator.  I’m new to Porch Dog – hope to be popping up here regularly going forward.  Now let’s get down to business. Every so often we get a Lady GaGa.  That is to say, we get a self-aggrandizing little pop twerp with a giant head and pretensions toward being an artiste.  Lady GaGa types aren’t content with riding high on the Billboard charts and annoying the shit out of me while I’m enjoying my weekly lunch in the Mexican district around 79th and Michigan (explanation:

And Here We Go Again!
I’ll do yesterday’s weekly jumpstart later today but unfortunately I have to get some things done and since those things are revenue-enhancing and Porch Dog is not, they take precedence. In other news, I’m happy to introduce the second of our two new regular blog writers. Have you, like me, long thought that Porch Dog was short on thoughtful analysis of the racist implications of Scandinavian black metal, rants on Hollywood’s severe lack of good judgment and new ideas, and lists of stuff? I know you have! Special Agent Dale Cooper, as his name implies to those who remember his fictional namesake, is a slightly offbeat intellectual tough guy. H

What would MJ (the pop star) have looked like without the plastic surgery?
Of course there’s no telling how accurate this is, but the juxtaposition of the reality vs the dream (you can pick which is which) is almost too much to bear: Gawker

Beer Friday: Remembering Michael Jackson
No offense intended to the Michael Jackson that died yesterday, I loved his music including about half the songs on Bad (and maybe even a song or two after that). He was the phenom that put the idea of The Phenom to bed once and for all. All the Svengalis that have come along since Michael first waggled his ankle and spun in time have laid in bed at night hoping that they’ve found the next Michael Jackson. But they never will. His talent is the Holy Grail of contemporary pop culture–it was even to the later Michael Jackson. You can never go home again. But he was a freak and most likely a child molester and while I generally try to separate the man from his ar

The Gov, His Ladies, The State, and Them Sexy Emails
Bloggers like Michael Tomasky have been just very slightly critical of The State having held back on publishing the sexy emails between Gov. Sanford and his Querida Maria. According to Tomasky and a few others, the local newspaper, The State, may have been holding back publishing the letters in deference to their all powerful idiot governor. Tomasky thinks they should have ran the story six months ago. According to The State they received the email anonymous