LIVE BLOGGING: 10 things I hate about you

Okay back from blogging hiatus and coming back at you with a vapid post about the new ABC family series "10 things I hate about you."

It's 8:12 and there's already commercial. So far there's a been a total homosocial moment when the nerdy guy peaks at a popular dude's underwear as a way to get his name for the pretty sophomore girl he's crushing on. Also big shrewy sis got a fake ID. Also the guy from the movie is still the father. Good job on career choices.

8:14: oops nerdy guy forgot his wallet and had to give his shoes to the cab. and the pretty girl was lucky enough to "leave the house with lip gloss"

8:15: WTF is a decoy house? "popularity is confusing, you'll pick it up"

8:15: big shrew sis is at the grunge club and her fake ID works.

8:16: omg awkward GLBT moment "you could be a butch lesbian or a transgender male. I celebrate you" semi-offensive and not even funny on a Bruno level.

8:17: okay the Heath Ledger replacement is only kind of hot and too clean cut.

8:18 "he's your chance, you want to kiss me" borrrring

Okay this is kind of exhausting to watch and blog. Bottom line: Even though the 90's are back, 10 things does not translate well this time around. I'm signing off.

I WISH I WAS HIM

PSA: OH SHIT LOOK WHO'S COMING BACK

The Former Yugoslav Republic of Awesome is making a comeback in the Philadelphia region from his tour of East Africa. Y'all better shower him with love and kisses. Also, be sure to congratulate him on his MBA from the University of Phoenix. He'll be managing a Verizon Superstore near you. 

Muscle Memories

Sometimes I forget high school biology. Sure, duh, I know that the brain interacts with the muscles via motor skills, but sometimes it takes fracturing your tib/fib to get the point. Maybe I would have scored an A in bio if I used my body as a study guide/exhibit for dissection. NOT. 

Relearning how to use your legs is more than just baby steps. A part of my new routine is standing on something that resembles a cross sectioned beach ball. I have to keep balance so that my stiff ankle can re-record the action the muscle performs as a muscle memories. That way I have greater dexterity when I'm walking off a curb or busting a move on the dance floor. 

The body never ceases to baffle me. The fact that the lack of leg activity has not only shrunk my calf, but also caused my muscles to forget its ingrained functions. WHOA. 

Dear 2009

I know we got off to a rough start, but can we be friends now for the rest of the year? You've been fast and furious, and I've been unyielding and cold as usual. Anyway, let's make up!  I'll buy you dinner, maybe take you to the beach. Or maybe I'll make you a mix tape of all my favorite songs. Let's get over our grudges and talk about our feelings. Let's cry on each other's shoulders. Just please don't be mean to me anymore. 

Love,

Yours Truly

I LIED

I caught Jacko mania.  Here are three unappreciated Michael Jackson clips you never really hear anymore.

I like the song, but something about this video makes me really uncomfortable. RIP LINDA TOO.



OMG I LOVE IT WHEN GROUPS FROM THE 60s and 70s HAVE AN EMBARRASSING 80s PHASE. Sorry, Michael basically created the 80s, and y'all were just trying to leverage some more fame. Though I am sucker for the falsetto chorus line ("It's TORTURE") and retro dystopic futures/orientalism.



DIRTY DI-AN-A, no! Not his best, but something about metal guitar riffs and women on the edge go so well together.


And this song (not the iMovie) tugs at my heart strings:

radio free Michael Jackson

The only thing I have to say about the death of Michael Jackson is how I found out. It was not someone's Facebook status nor TMZ, but I heard about it from something as antiquated as the radio. Yes, I still listen to the radio because I still like an element of surprise in my life. I scan the dial in search of the perfect soundtrack of the moment.

Funny that Michael Jackson didn't fit on the track list yesterday. I like him just as much as anyone but usually in the context of last call, last dance on the dance floor. So when I kept hitting scan, one by one each station started playing Michael Jackson songs back to back.

It's amusing to call it viral because anything viral in the media you usually think of the internet, i.e. Twitter. Though it was one of those creepy moments when you suddenly feel claustrophobic as you're forced to pay tribute to a man you didn't know. Yes, I agree, he is quite iconoclastic for changing pop music and inflating celebrity to a higher degree. Blah Blah Blah. But do we need to escalate this news to emergency broadcasting levels? Is it an emergency that I should feel obligated to pay respects because "Thriller" was playing when I sloppily made out with someone forgettable at a party? I'm not heartless, my thoughts are with his family. But when comes to entertainment, really I was in the mood to hear Madonna on the radio that day, not MJ.

Other thoughts:

1. If the radio is going to play back to back MJ songs, then MTV should definitely pay their respects by playing his videos on one of their 10+ channels. Each party brought the other much success; though it is curious to see how both brands devolved at the turn of this century.
2. My grandmother wants to me to write an expository essay on why Michael Jackson is such an pivitol figure in our society, which due is for discussion upon our Saturday evening PIZZA PARTY.