I really want this cd.
Also, the new Cobra Starship video makes them my new favorite band ever.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Reader, Will You Accept This Post?
I need to get myself on a dating show. Not because I’m that desperate for a date (no, my love life, or lack thereof, is fodder for a different blog), but because I can’t imagine actually being in a situation so contrived. In fact, I’ve been in scripted plays that have seemed more realistic.
I just don’t understand it. How can anyone who has actually watched The Bachelor believe that this is the way to find love. Or even that these women are anything accept silicone, blond #14, and the deep-set fear of being alone at 30.
Example time.
The Bachelor asks his two desperate hunnies with whom he is on a date whether they would consider relocating for him. I’m pretty sure one of them got whiplash from how fast she tried to answer. Seriously, they just said the exact same thing (Yes, yes, please, if that’s what it takes for you to marry me, yes.) as quickly as they could, and at the same time.
Then there is every time any one of the desperate girls are alone with their potential mate (and I think mate is the only appropriate term to use here). It seems like every single time that there’s a one on one date (or whatever they call it) the girls just spend their time telling the mate that they have trouble properly expressing their emotions and that they really want to be here. They really, really want to be here.
Now, if we’re getting into less reputable dating shows *cough* Rock of Love *cough* there is also the added element of the other contestants telling the potential mate what any particular girl really wants.
“She doesn’t really love you.” Says middle-aged rock star who never made anything of herself about the stripper. “She’s only in this for sex and fame! By the way… did you listen to my demo tape… on the air, maybe?”
The point is, I am a sucker for fake emotion (yeah, sometimes Oprah makes me cry), and shows like this kind of make me hurt inside. Not a hurt like I’m going to cry for all these women are going through, a pain like I get when I watch a Ninja Turtles movie that sounds like it was written by a five year old on LSD. It’s the pain of bad dialogue or, in fact, of any reality show dialogue that pretends it wasn’t written by a professional (possibly also on LSD).
So, anyway, next week is a sexy pool party on The Bachelor. I think I’d rather get an exceedingly painful bikini wax. Sadly, I’ll probably watch it anyway.
I just don’t understand it. How can anyone who has actually watched The Bachelor believe that this is the way to find love. Or even that these women are anything accept silicone, blond #14, and the deep-set fear of being alone at 30.
Example time.
The Bachelor asks his two desperate hunnies with whom he is on a date whether they would consider relocating for him. I’m pretty sure one of them got whiplash from how fast she tried to answer. Seriously, they just said the exact same thing (Yes, yes, please, if that’s what it takes for you to marry me, yes.) as quickly as they could, and at the same time.
Then there is every time any one of the desperate girls are alone with their potential mate (and I think mate is the only appropriate term to use here). It seems like every single time that there’s a one on one date (or whatever they call it) the girls just spend their time telling the mate that they have trouble properly expressing their emotions and that they really want to be here. They really, really want to be here.
Now, if we’re getting into less reputable dating shows *cough* Rock of Love *cough* there is also the added element of the other contestants telling the potential mate what any particular girl really wants.
“She doesn’t really love you.” Says middle-aged rock star who never made anything of herself about the stripper. “She’s only in this for sex and fame! By the way… did you listen to my demo tape… on the air, maybe?”
The point is, I am a sucker for fake emotion (yeah, sometimes Oprah makes me cry), and shows like this kind of make me hurt inside. Not a hurt like I’m going to cry for all these women are going through, a pain like I get when I watch a Ninja Turtles movie that sounds like it was written by a five year old on LSD. It’s the pain of bad dialogue or, in fact, of any reality show dialogue that pretends it wasn’t written by a professional (possibly also on LSD).
So, anyway, next week is a sexy pool party on The Bachelor. I think I’d rather get an exceedingly painful bikini wax. Sadly, I’ll probably watch it anyway.
Old People Music
Okay, I suck. I wrote this like two weeks ago, and am only now getting to actually posting it.
So, I saw the band Genesis play in concert a while ago. It was a very interesting experience. I’m used to seeing young, new bands play shows in little venues. This, on the other hand, was an old band playing to stadium full of old people. The fact is, the average viewer of this concert could easily have been my grandparent.
This was only the second concert I’ve ever seen that wasn’t general admission. The first was Shania Twain, and I don’t like her, so this is the first concert that I actually wanted to see that was not general admission. Perhaps that explains some of the oddities I noticed. The first was the proliferation of opera glasses. I suppose if you know that you’re going to be sitting way out in the middle of no where, you have the foresight to bring opera glasses with which to watch the show. Or maybe the people watching this particular concert were just myopic. Really, really myopic.
The other big difference from all the other shows I’ve seen was how low energy it was. Everybody just sat there. Maybe a few people sang along, but otherwise we all just sat around. I thought I might fall asleep somewhere along the way… in fact, I think I might have fallen asleep, the 2.5 hour concert seemed really short.
The basic feeling I got from the entire experience was that I wasn’t involved. I might as well have been watching it on television for how there I felt. The band did the whole audience participation thing, but it just isn’t the same as jumping and screaming and singing every word. Although I undoubtedly looked less ridiculous than I usually do. It just made me look forward to other concerts I’m seeing later in the months. I’m seeing Fall Out Boy in two weeks, and I’m expecting a smaller show than Genesis (obviously) but still really big for what I’m used to but still extremely high energy and fun.
This was good... that will be awesome.
So, I saw the band Genesis play in concert a while ago. It was a very interesting experience. I’m used to seeing young, new bands play shows in little venues. This, on the other hand, was an old band playing to stadium full of old people. The fact is, the average viewer of this concert could easily have been my grandparent.
This was only the second concert I’ve ever seen that wasn’t general admission. The first was Shania Twain, and I don’t like her, so this is the first concert that I actually wanted to see that was not general admission. Perhaps that explains some of the oddities I noticed. The first was the proliferation of opera glasses. I suppose if you know that you’re going to be sitting way out in the middle of no where, you have the foresight to bring opera glasses with which to watch the show. Or maybe the people watching this particular concert were just myopic. Really, really myopic.
The other big difference from all the other shows I’ve seen was how low energy it was. Everybody just sat there. Maybe a few people sang along, but otherwise we all just sat around. I thought I might fall asleep somewhere along the way… in fact, I think I might have fallen asleep, the 2.5 hour concert seemed really short.
The basic feeling I got from the entire experience was that I wasn’t involved. I might as well have been watching it on television for how there I felt. The band did the whole audience participation thing, but it just isn’t the same as jumping and screaming and singing every word. Although I undoubtedly looked less ridiculous than I usually do. It just made me look forward to other concerts I’m seeing later in the months. I’m seeing Fall Out Boy in two weeks, and I’m expecting a smaller show than Genesis (obviously) but still really big for what I’m used to but still extremely high energy and fun.
This was good... that will be awesome.
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