Hey, End Hits readers, if you don’t read the Mercury’s regular blog, I am currently in a pissing match with my boss over the quality of Celine Dion’s music. He, wrongly, thinks it is worth defending. Isn’t that hilarious? (And cute, in a brain-damaged-baby-squirrel sort of way?)

Mosey on over to Blogtown for the lowdown. You can read my original post here, and Mr. Humphrey’s psychotic ranting defense of Celine here, and finally, my gloriously composed rebuttal here.