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verbicideDoes Christina Aguilera know what a hobag she is? Or does she really believe she's cutting edge hot and cool?
Doesn't she have an agent or a stylist or someone that can explain that applying-makeup-with-a-spatula-chic died out with Tammy Faye? I won't bother discussing her fashion sense (or lack thereof) here, because, for chrissakes, what's the bleeding point? She's got an amazing voice, it's just tragic she's squandering her talent because she equates skank with hot.
So yeah, going to bed early hasn't happened. Watching music videos instead. Is it wrong to find Ricky Martin hot? I have this vague sense of guilt over it. Like saying your favorite food is cotton candy. His interviews...eesh.
It's official. My favorite music video of all time is A-ha's Take On Me. I'm not saying it's got the most amazing cgi stuff ever, or denying it's a simple perky pop tune. It's just my favorite.
Gwen Stefani has the most engaging smile.
Shakira should never get another perm/crimp job, but should allow her hair to be loosely wavy.
Thicke reminds me of Ted Neely from Jesus Christ Superstar. But without Covergirl Suntan #5.
In other exciting news, Tony Kushner's Angels in America premieres on HBO next weekend. I absolutely have to see it. Am considering signing on for HBO for a month. Oh shitshit part two airs Dec 14th, I'll be out of town. No one I know has HBO in LA. I wonder if I can set it to tape, my vcr gets cranky on higher numbered channels, weirdly. Or, I bet Judy and John will be watching. Perhaps they can tape it. I bet they release it to DVD, too. But can I wait that long?
This makes me want to re-read Sandman and revisit my obsession with angels.
Ooo I feel some quoting coming on. God. Angels in America. So. Freaking. Good. In my angst filled college days (versus um other angst filled phases. yes. yes. shut up. I'm an angstbunny), I would BOOM these lines out (and god bless Amy for surviving 5 years of living with me and never once dumping cold water on my head). Come on, come on, say them with me. In your best throaty, velvety James Earl Jones voices, now!
From Part II: Perestroika
Angel:
Surely you see towards what We are Progressing:
The fabric of the sky unravels:
Angels hover, anxious fingers worry
The tattered edge.
Before the boiling of blood and the searing of skin
Comes the Secret Catastrophe:
Before Life on Earth becomes finally merely impossible,
It will for a long time before have become completely unbearable.
YOU HAVE DRIVEN HIM AWAY! YOU MUST STOP MOVING!
Angel: (continues softly)
Forsake the Open Road:
Neither Mix Nor Intermarry: Let Deep Roots Grow:
If you do not MINGLE you will Cease to Progress:
Seek not to Fathom the World and its Delicate Particle Logic:
You cannot Understand, You can only Destroy,
You do not Advance, You only Trample.
Poor blind Children, abandoned on the Earth,
Groping terrified, misguided, over
Fields of Slaughter, over bodies of the Slain:
HOBBLE YOURSELVES!
There is No Zion Save Where You Are!
If you Cannot find your Heart's desire...
Prior: In your own backyard...
Angel, Prior, and Belize: You never lost it to begin with.
Maybe this is less orgasmic out of context, but ahhhhhhhh sooo good!
Ok. Shit. Must. Go. To. Bed. NOW!
Doesn't she have an agent or a stylist or someone that can explain that applying-makeup-with-a-spatula-chic died out with Tammy Faye? I won't bother discussing her fashion sense (or lack thereof) here, because, for chrissakes, what's the bleeding point? She's got an amazing voice, it's just tragic she's squandering her talent because she equates skank with hot.
So yeah, going to bed early hasn't happened. Watching music videos instead. Is it wrong to find Ricky Martin hot? I have this vague sense of guilt over it. Like saying your favorite food is cotton candy. His interviews...eesh.
It's official. My favorite music video of all time is A-ha's Take On Me. I'm not saying it's got the most amazing cgi stuff ever, or denying it's a simple perky pop tune. It's just my favorite.
Gwen Stefani has the most engaging smile.
Shakira should never get another perm/crimp job, but should allow her hair to be loosely wavy.
Thicke reminds me of Ted Neely from Jesus Christ Superstar. But without Covergirl Suntan #5.
In other exciting news, Tony Kushner's Angels in America premieres on HBO next weekend. I absolutely have to see it. Am considering signing on for HBO for a month. Oh shitshit part two airs Dec 14th, I'll be out of town. No one I know has HBO in LA. I wonder if I can set it to tape, my vcr gets cranky on higher numbered channels, weirdly. Or, I bet Judy and John will be watching. Perhaps they can tape it. I bet they release it to DVD, too. But can I wait that long?
This makes me want to re-read Sandman and revisit my obsession with angels.
Ooo I feel some quoting coming on. God. Angels in America. So. Freaking. Good. In my angst filled college days (versus um other angst filled phases. yes. yes. shut up. I'm an angstbunny), I would BOOM these lines out (and god bless Amy for surviving 5 years of living with me and never once dumping cold water on my head). Come on, come on, say them with me. In your best throaty, velvety James Earl Jones voices, now!
From Part II: Perestroika
Angel:
Surely you see towards what We are Progressing:
The fabric of the sky unravels:
Angels hover, anxious fingers worry
The tattered edge.
Before the boiling of blood and the searing of skin
Comes the Secret Catastrophe:
Before Life on Earth becomes finally merely impossible,
It will for a long time before have become completely unbearable.
YOU HAVE DRIVEN HIM AWAY! YOU MUST STOP MOVING!
Angel: (continues softly)
Forsake the Open Road:
Neither Mix Nor Intermarry: Let Deep Roots Grow:
If you do not MINGLE you will Cease to Progress:
Seek not to Fathom the World and its Delicate Particle Logic:
You cannot Understand, You can only Destroy,
You do not Advance, You only Trample.
Poor blind Children, abandoned on the Earth,
Groping terrified, misguided, over
Fields of Slaughter, over bodies of the Slain:
HOBBLE YOURSELVES!
There is No Zion Save Where You Are!
If you Cannot find your Heart's desire...
Prior: In your own backyard...
Angel, Prior, and Belize: You never lost it to begin with.
Maybe this is less orgasmic out of context, but ahhhhhhhh sooo good!
Ok. Shit. Must. Go. To. Bed. NOW!
