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Pete Wentz and Fall Out Boy scored a big fat zero at the Grammys this year.

From his blog, you can read his whining:

the first reaction is jealousy mixed with a slight sense of entitlement. we just want to be a part of your club.

(almost) noone in this industry has vision beyond the fear that this week is their last paycheck. we want our songs to be immortal and a statue doesnt do anything to help them live forever.

This is my graphical interpretation of what just happened here:

Sometimes, I have too much time on my hands.