I’m always looking for different things to do on weeknights other than, say, go straight home after work, have a glass of wine (or a bottle, depending on how much of a penis wrinkle my boss was being that day), order Big Lantern and fall asleep to reruns of The

We here at Broke-Ass Stuart remember a kinder, gentler, funkier time when there was an entire network devoted to playing awesome new music videos. Men named Pinfield and women named Idalis would introduce block after block of original music videos from various genres interspersed with interviews with musicians and video

The title of this post is pretty self-explanatory, I think.   So here are the top ten individuals who I wish would disappear from this earth or at least this country’s media coverage forever and ever and ever, starting right now. In reverse order, just like on Letterman!