I don’t know if it’s a guy thing or not, but I’ve never given a crap about weddings. I didn’t care when Luci Bird married whoever the hell it was she married, or when Tricia married that Cox guy, or when Diana married Prince Jughead or even when Jen married Brad. If I hear that somebody I actually know is getting married (though, at this phase of my life, people I know are a lot more likely to die than get married), my first thought is usually, “oh Christ, I hope they don’t invite me” (my second thought, of course, is “I hope they have an open bar at the reception”). So it should come as no surprise that I really don’t give a flying frack about Chelsea Clinton getting married today.

I don’t care where it’s gonna be, or how much it’s gonna cost, or who’ll be attending. I don’t need to see “live shots” of “downtown” Rhinebeck or footage from helicopters flying over the site.

Now, don’t get me wrong, by all accounts she turned out to be a very good, smart person in spite of her rather odd family and childhood and being publicly called names by ignorant, venomous blowhards like Rush Limbaugh. So good for her and all, but geez, to waste all this time and money reporting on her “secret” wedding in Rhinebeck today is just plain nuts. Can’t they just leave this kid alone?

No, I guess not.

Is “busted” now an acceptable news term? As in “BP’s busted well in the Gulf.” ‘Cuz I’ve heard them refer to it that way several times now, and it just sounds odd (and if you do a google search for ‘busted well’ you’ll get a plethora of hits from all sorts of news sources). I mean, I never heard them say that “the driver of the Toyota Prius lost control of the vehicle when his accelerator busted” or “building has begun on a memorial at the site of the busted World Trade Center” or “New Orleans flooded when the levees busted.”

Just don’t seem like high-class English to me.