Your Job Made Better By Cameron Diaz' Ass

This weekend, felled by a nasty cold, I spent the weekend huddled in front of the TV, pumping aspirin and NyQuil into my system with wild abandon. Too weak to put some porno in the DVD player, I put myself at the mercy of cable TV programming. Luckily, one channel was showing Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle, starring Cameron Diaz and her otherwordly rear end.

There likely were some other actors and actresses in the film, but I didn't really catch them. As far as plot... something about some crimes. Also, both films may have been in English.

Oh, wait... I do know that both films were directed by music video impressario McG. Just to give you an example of how fucking awesome it is to be McG, let's compare and contrast a typical day at the office for McG with a typical day at the office for, say, me.

Me [in meeting]: I've just drafted the copy for some new marketing brochures I'm sure you'll enjoy.

McG [on the set of Charlie's Angels]: Okay, now, Cameron, could you bend over just a little bit more so we really get a good shot of your ass.

Now see, in such a position, I'm not so sure I could keep myself from abusing my power. I mean, I could easily fritter away millions of the studio's dollars by having Cameron and her arse submit to my every whim. Eight hours of footage of Cameron bending over to pick up trash along the Pacific Coast Highway? Why the fuck not!

Anyway, yeah. My job blows.