From USA Today:

LONDON — U.S. rock star Prince is to give away his new album for free with a U.K. tabloid newspaper, weeks before its official launch, in a move that has caused dismay among music retailers.

Prince’s new 10-track CD Planet Earth will be included with this weekend’s Mail on Sunday, the newspaper’s managing director, Stephen Miron, told Reuters on Friday.

The album is not scheduled to go on sale until July 24.

I really, really, really want this. I also really, really, really want to fly out to Minneapolis for 777. I’m pretty sure I could do without the 3121 perfume and cologne line however.

The new iPhone is out today, how many of you are spening the $ 600 on it?

Let’s just say I took this story from a friend. It’s too funny not to share.

I’m sure we’ve all seen those really long genital herpes commercials by now, you know the: I have genital herpes, and I don’t, and we’d like to keep it that way shtick. I also think we can all agree that genital herpes is a very funny subject for anyone who doesn’t have it, and these commercials usually just drive that point home. There is, however, a time when you do not find these commercials amusing…

While getting it on the other day with her newest boytoy the television was left on Spike TV, for the CSI reruns of course. Well things are starting to get hot and heavy, and one of these friggin commercials comes on and of course you can’t help but hear it. Talk about a mood killer. As if it wasn’t akward enough the commercial goes into how you can still get genital herpes even when your partner shows no signs or symptoms, blah, blah, blah, and even with a condom it is still possible to spread genital herpes. What do you say to that? Do you stop? Do you try to ignore it? Do you laugh about it? I just don’t think there’s a right answer here.

So fast forward a bit and my friend is getting serviced, so to speak. While enjoying herself immensely the commercial comes on AGAIN. She was determined not to let this commercial ruin her good time, but that is all she can think about while her mechanic is doing his work. He didn’t seem to mind that the commercial was on, if he even heard it, but what a downer for her. Finally she decides it’s time to do something about it, so she fumbles for the remote and proceeds to change the channel. He looks up from his work, probably wondering why the hell she is changing the channel, so she puts down the remote and let’s him continue. In hindsight it probably would have made more sense to turn the TV off, but hearing the roomate snoring through the walls isn’t exactly a pleasure enhancer either.

Okay, end of story. If you’re looking for more genital herpes humor check out I Bet Having Genital Herpes Kicks Ass.

In a recent discussion with a friend we were trying to determine whether one night stands simply meant that the sex wasn’t that good, or if there are other things at play here. Obviously there are situations where a one night stand is a one night stand for reasons beyond our control, for example a vacation hook-up, a drunken night with no numbers exchanged, or maybe even one or both parties are cheating on a significant other.

But aside from these situations, why would a one night stand not continue? If the sex was decent, and there was no need for commitment or further discussion by either party, why not just make it a regular thing?

Unless, of course, the sex was bad.

I caught bits and pieces of The Science of Love on NBC last night, and believe me, you didn’t miss much. But if you really want to know what it was about click here.

While searching for the link I also came across a great new quote from neurobiologist Steven Pinker:

“Somewhere in this world of 5 billion people there lives the best-looking, richest, smartest, funniest, kindest person who would settle for you.”

People around the country celebrated Gay Pride today with events and parades. Millions came out to show their support of equal rights for all citizens and their commitment to overcoming the struggles of the LGBT community. It’s time we all did our part to ensure equal rights for all citizens. This is an issue that won’t be going away anytime soon, so when the times comes in your community be sure to speak up for equality and justice.

Sometimes dating actually sounds like a good idea, but then I think about the drama, the getting-to-know-each-other nerves, and the baggage, and it just doesn’t sound so peachy anymore. I need something easy, I think maybe I’ve grown too selfish to actually care about anybody new, or maybe I’ve just become a huge bitch?

Either way, someone to cuddle on the couch with when I don’t feel like going out, and a regular sex life are big pluses. Anyone interested in being in a very low-maintenance relationship? Do they even exist? Making out with random strangers at bars when I’m drunk just isn’t cutting it

I knew from the moment I met him. From the look in his eyes I could sense he knew as well.

Everything from that point on was like a dance. A tease, a preview, for what we sensed would happen before the night was through.

Dinner was our foreplay. As he slid his fork between my lips my mind wandered.

I quieted the little voice inside my head.

I need this, I want this, and it will be mine.

The red wine flowed. My judgment became clearer with every sip. As my inhibitions faded, my true desires rose to the surface. Besides the wine will make a lovely excuse tomorrow morning.

As his hand touched mine I felt a jolt of electricity shoot up my arm.

I needed to get out of there. Our plates were barely touched but still we got up to leave. Our appetites were not to be wasted on food this evening.

He hungrily licked his lips as my strap slipped off my shoulder. He reached over and gently slid it back into place, lightly brushing my neck with the back of his hand.

If I ever wanted someone more than I wanted this stranger right now it escapes me.

But why were we being so polite?

As we strolled down the sidewalk I debated speaking the words neither of us were quite sure how to say.

I led him around a corner. As I pulled him close to me I whispered the words I had wanted to say from the moment I looked into his eyes.

“I want you.”

He kissed me as if to reply. Soft and gentle at first, but with increasing pressure and urgency. I could feel him lean into me.

He kissed my neck and brushed his lips over my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine.

My body was tense. I needed a release. We needed to get somewhere quickly.

We climbed the three flights of stairs to my apartment, the pressure building with each step.

As the door closed behind us I knew everything that I had been longing for was about to happen.

He lifted my shirt over my head and pressed his body into mine as I fell backwards onto the mattress.

The clothes and shoes piled up on the hardwood and I felt the weight of his body on mine.

No words were spoken. Just as when we had first met, our senses guided us to where we wanted to be.

I lay back, feeling his hands wander all over my body. His fingers entered me and he sucked the wet off of them. He had never been so thirsty. I had never been so thirsty.

I know this show has been on for years, and if it lost you along the way you really should give it another try. Not only is Joel McHale totally dreamy (bat eyelashes), but he is the funniest funny man this side of Conan O’Brien.

Anyway I will get to the point, be sure to catch their special, The Soup Presents the Best of the Worst Dating Show Moments. It is hillarious, as always. It’s unbelievable the amount of the people they can find to humiliate themselves on TV like this.

I couldn’t find any clips of this show yet, but check out this clip of The Object of My Infection and you’ll get the idea:

After a brief hiatus I think I may be ready to start up again. I doubt I’ll be writing too much about dating, but perhaps I’ll throw a little bit about relationships in here and there. Oh and yes, still single.