Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

I thought about being outraged over the media coverage and reaction to Anna Nicole Smith's death, now only hours old. But then I thought it would sound like the same, old, tired thing. It probably would have gone something like this:

"Anna Nicole Smith, one of the many new celebrities famous for having no talent, gold digging and being an absolutely crazy blonde with big boobs, died today and instantly became the lead story on the Web sites of every major news outlet around the world. CBS Radio was standing by for updates, the delivery man in the parking lot shook his head in disbelief and the coffee drinkers at Starbucks chattered, "Anna Nicole Smith. Wow, can you believe it?" On all other days, you would never find those people talking about the same exact thing at the same exact time, but there they were.

I never hear radio broadcasters standing by for more news on the genocide in the Sudan, and, thanks to Anna, even fewer people will find out that a bunch of physicists want to build a 20-mile-long machine so they can create a new universe here on Earth. Sort of. A new universe for the low, low price of $6.7 billion doesn't sound so bad right now. I'll take it. It's an outrage."

And blah, blah, blah. Blah.