September 2002 Archives
dooce, as posted by Mark. In particular, check out her about page, 'cause that's where the fun is.
I'm not really sure what her name is. Can't find it anywhere. Doesn't matter though. The issue I'm concerned with is that she was fired for her weblog.
As I've mentioned, I got a job. However, you might have noticed that I didn't say where. The above mentioned episode is why. No one quite knows where the line is between free speech and job security. That kind of worries me.
This is my personal site. I write what I want. However, every email I send to a company with resume and cover letter attached gives people a path back here. What if they don't like my writing or my opinions? I could get another email address, yahoo or hotmail, but a quick search for my name on the internet and they'd probably be able to find me. Especially with all the info they can get from my resume.
So what can you do? It's a sucky situation and unfortunately Dooce isn't alone. Mark, mentioned above, was in a similar situation. Ideas? Thoughts? Comments? Post away.
As a Mass. resident and someone who occasionally has to drive through Boston, this is kind of amusing to me. I mean, really now. Software will hold up the project? The stupid Big Dig has been going on for so long now that most of the technology they'll be using probably didn't even exist when they started. To top it off, someone told me the project is still 9 million or so over budget and without the moeny, they're not sure if they can finish, so they're trying to get the federal department of tranportation to help out. The longest running over budget traffic construction project in the nation. I'm so proud to be from MA.
The Patriots lost today. The Bills won. Detroit won. The Rams lost. The world is a pretty messed up kind of place, aint it?
I love getting new CD's. As much as listening to old ones rocks, new ones are just as awesome. The nasty smell of the ink used to print the jacket, the difficulty getting it open, the sense of accomplishment as it enters the CD player, and the excitement of finally listening to it. MP#'s are cool and all, but a new CD definitely rules.
So last weekend I picked up Eminem's new one, The Eminem Show. I admit, not everything he has to say is worth listening to, but he is a talented lyricist. His beats are different, and his sampling is fun. For instance, "My Dad's Gone Crazy", a song which features samples of his daughter's voice is great. The beat and the chorus are addictive, and I found myself repeating them over and over. I admit, this may make me.. Ah, you'll be able to call me something. Let's just say I like this CD and leave it that.
I'm also currently taking my first cruise through Come Clean by Puddle of Mudd. I'm enjoying it so far. I'll let you know if my opinion changes as I get more familiar with it.
Another addition to the old WTF file: The Juniata Eagles football team of my college alma mater is currently undefeated. I think the world really may be coming to the end. On the flip side, it's amazing to me how many students who should have graduated are still there and are still playing football. Meatheads.
"And God spake forth: 'You will meet the end when the one known as Troutman particpates in combat in a citrus bowl'". Or something.
A fellow named Buster posted a link to this very site at danimation.com. I'd like to say hello to everyone visiting from there as well as thanks to Buster. Y'all feel free to leave comments and to let me know if there's things I could do to improve your experience here.
In the nation-wide department store that I work in we have a giant gumball machine in the juniors department. The other day as I walked down the aisle, I saw a little girl trying to turn the knob. The sphere holding the gumballs is about 3 feet wide and the knob is about three feet off the ground. The little girl was struggling, so I went over to help her. She wasn't the first child I helped get their gum. Being a little kid at heart, I can understand where they're coming from.
I walked over and asked if she needed help and she said yes. I tried the know but it wouldn't turn any further, so I turned it back and realized she had inserted a penny instead of a quarter.
"You need a quarter, not a penny," I said as I struggled to get it out.
"I'll get it, my fingers are smaller," she replied, deftly working the penny back out of the machine. As she did this, I reached into my pocket to pull out a quarter and inserted it. She opened the door, watching for the gumball to drop.
"You should hold that closed so it doesn't roll away," I told her and she did. I turned the knob and the gumball fell down; the little girl opened the door and took it out. She looked up at me, smiled and said "Hey, thanks!"
I stood there with a big smile on my face. For a measely quarter, I was able to make some kid happy. However, then it hit me: these are the little kids that get kidnapped. The ones who are naive, who are trusting, who are cute and good natured. I just made her trust strangers more. I could be the reason this kid ends up in trouble. I wasn't so happy anymore.
That's bullshit. The author of that little brain fart must not have noticed that we haven't used nerve gas on our own people, we haven't aligned ourselves with terrorists, and we didn't celebrate the killing of innocent people in the WTC attacks.
America and Americans are not perfect. No one is. We try, though; sometimes we try harder than others. Right now we're trying to do somthing right. No one likes war, but if it makes the world a safer place, so be it.
Fontscape - typeface directory
Found via Pixelcharmer. I haven't looked it over yet, but there seems to be many a font there for the pillaging.
EmptyBottle.org: An Open Letter To The Members of Congress
The Wonderchicken has posted a phone number, where supposedly we can call the White House and tell them whether or not we should attack Iraq. Five bucks says Fox is renting Dubbya the American Idol polling system and Iraq has hacked it, trying to boost the number of no votes.
In other news, the Wonderchicken used the phrase "slowly and gently fuck the fuck off." I think he rules.
I was selected to help test the Game Neverending prototype. I'm wicked excited. I even got to talk to Eric Costello of Glish, who in my book is practically famous. As I play it more I'll let you all know how its going. Stay tuned.
Cory recently wrote about blogging. The greatest part of the whole thing is his comparison of blogging to high school. Unfortunately, I think he's right.
When I think about high school, I get sick to my stomach. I hated it. I was the skinny kid with the big thick glasses, the new kid (I moved just before starting 9th grade), the smart kid the teachers liked and the shop kids hated because their ignorant parents told them the man was smart and the man was the reason they lived in a trailer.
High school was all about cliques. The aformentioned shop kids were a clique, just like the honor roll students and the jocks.
In high school, you don't know who you are. You think you know, but you don't know. Hell, in high school, you're just beginning to figure out what the hell you use your penis for and why girls don't have one. If you can't figure out your hardware, how the hell are you going to understand the software?
In high school, the search for one's identity leaves you confused, angry, and at the same time occupies all of your time, meaning you're confused and angry all the time. Why don't people like you? How come the cute girl dates the stupid kids? Why does your mom always make you do the right thing when the other kids don't have to? What the hell's the point of life? All of this is swirling around and you're trying to cope, trying to grow up, trying to become a real person who contributes to the world.
For me, I grew up at college. I found myself there. For many of my high school classmates, they didn't get to look for themselves anywhere beyond high school. In fact, if you go back to my high school for a sporting event or for band practice, you'll find many of the same kids trying to crawl back into their size 6 air jordans in order to relive those college years where they could bully other people around, eat dinner their mother cooked, and watch tv or play outside after they finished their homework. It was a simpler life after all.
What does all of this have to do with blogs? Well on the web, no one knows who you are until you tell them. With a blog, they figure it out by what you write. You can be anyone, reveal whatever you wish, find whoever you'd like within yourself. All of a sudden you're in high school again, fighting with the popular kids, saying mean things to each other, and trying to figure out who the hell you are and what you contribute to the world besides carbon dioxide.
However, for those of us who are comfortable with who we've become, at least at a base level, the blog becomes more. We become journalists with our own little newspaper to publish our findings, or programmers sharing our knowledge.
A perfect example of this is Dawn. She's comfortable with herself in real life, got her blog, and recently had some issues with other bloggers. She realized something wasn't right, and her posts lately have reflected that. She sounds like an intelligent, sexy, smart woman; she's a mother who loves her daughter, her husband, and her whole family. That's why people read her, and why the've read her all along: they can relate to what she has to say because they're people who fall into the same categories who are looking for themselves, looking to grow as people.
The web's an interesting place, and we still don't understand how it will affect us when all is said and done, but we do know that its changing us, revealing our flaws, and showing our strengths. I'm glad to be a part of it.
When I set up Cory's blog here, I did it because Cory had mentioned that he wanted to write again and I wanted to read what he wrote. What better way to get access to this kind of stuff other than to make it easy for him?
CNN.com - Composer pays for piece of silence - Sep. 23, 2002
Another one for the WTF category. Damn.
The Wonderchicken is posting again. Sweet.
Although probably not standard compliant, I'm rather enjoying CNN's new layout... It's just nicer to look at.
Well, I promised Patriots pictures and have yet to deliver, however, they are in the works. They're just not here yet. I'm working on it. Meanwhile, the Patriots scraped out a victory against Kansas. I think they gave their opponents the lead early in order to make things more challenging. They were sick of destroying people and having fans cheer for Madden instead of them cause they were bored. Going down early lets you know who your real believers are while at the same time making things more sporting, kind of like letting deer wear bullet proof vests or something.
In any case, they won. Next week San Diego. Go Pats!
Lance has a new essay up. I find myself laughing outloud when reading his work. Like Eminem says (Eminem? Lance? can you smell that irony?), he's only saying shit me and my friends joke about in our living rooms but don't say.
More from Blogmedic. With every post I read, I'm convinced that this is what the web is: people using personal publishing to make their voice heard whil at the same time educating us; Gienapp shows us what we take for granted with the assumption that we can call 911 any time for any emergency.
"standards-compliant browser that renders XHTML and CSS with better accuracy than most desktop browsers"? Yeah, man. I'm down with that.
Once again I mention Phoenix, a mozilla based browser (or would that be gecko based? ah well...). Containing a much more simplified interface and smaller download as well as a customizable toolbar configuration, easier preferences and the gecko layout engine and standard compatibility, it's a good place to look if you need a light and powerful browser.
After not being able to troll the web for quite a few days now, I've stumbled upon quite a few reminders of what I was missing.
You have to feel for this poor guy. It's easy to associate with him. Think of your ex, divorced, or broken up, not many of us want to picture them with someone else, nevermind posted all over the internet. It makes you think. Geesh.
As advertised by Eric Costello at Glish, you can sign up here to be an alpha tester for a new game he's helping develop. Information is currently limited, but it seems to be interesting. I know some of you are video game fans. Check it out. Eric's work is pretty good (see meetup.com). This should be similarly interesting.
I'm looking for a new car and in some cases, since I'm looking to buy from a private seller instead of a dealer, the only thing I have to get info from is the VIN number. This article shows how to determine the vehicle's year based on the VIN.
I saw One Hour Photo last night. I thought it was good, but pretty messed up. Definitely not as much of a psychological thriller as I thought, but definitely a movie that makes you wonder if the girl at the coffee counter who recognizes you does so because your addicted or because she's sitting in your living room watching your TV when you're not home.
Seriously, though, Robin Williams is good in this one. By far though, he's at his creepiest when the he starts squirting blood from his eyes. As written the character is definitely creepy, seeing Mrs. Doubtfire play it, though, makes it so much worse. Other than him and the script, you won't realy ind much to rave about: the camera work is pretty straight forward, nothing really groundbreaking. It's a good story, though, and with all of the children who have been kidnapped lately, it's a creepiness that is easily associated with.
I'd have to say that I'd recommend this movie. It's not going to end up being my favorite, but it's an enjoyable night out.
Couple of posts today, maybe some more tomorrow. The stupid part time job I took has me working almost full time hours. Plus side? Office Max is hiring a desktop publishing position that might actually almost be a decent job compared to this one... I can shepherd copy machines with the best of them, if I do say so myself.
First we had telephone poles everywhere. Then we started to bury the wires they held up and took the poles down. Then we had Mobile towers. Now they're being hidden as well. Maybe we should all just live under ground and all of the human ugliness will be hidden...
I've always wanted to try building a model plane, but these model ships look pretty hardcore as well. You really did sink my battleship, ass!
I read this article by Eric Olsen ver at Salon the other night. The contracts the AI contestants had to sign were pretty insane, with one lawyer recommending one potential contestant not even sign it. It makes you wonder whether someone as talented as Kelly Clarkson needed to sign away her life and all details, "factual or fictional", in order to become a successful singer. I'd have to say that with what I know about the music industry she might have ended up being a cocktail waitress for the end of her life had it not been for that show, but come on: through the universe and in perpetuality? Geesh...
You might have noticed a few changes... I love stylesheets.
Anyway, again more time than usual between posts. Work has been screwing me up, forcing me to adjust to a more normal schedule, making me get up early and go to bed early as opposed to staying up late and getting up late (I much prefer the latter).
In any case, to show you I cared I changed the colors around the joint. I also have a few links to share. You can learn to build your own Mac using cheaper parts or you can check out some badass Lord of the Rings legos.
The odds-makers finally got it right this week, favoring the Pats at home. It's a damn good thing since even ESPN is finally claiming the Patriots are a good team. I'm glad they got it right, finally...
So, if you visit frequently, you'll realize that I've been absent lately. "Why?" you ask. Well, let me tell you. As I said earlier, I got a job at a local department store. I interviewed and was hired on Wednesday, I showed up to do paperwork on Thursday and started work right after signing on the dotted line that I wasn't an immigrant. Friday I worked 5:30 to 2:30 in the morning, Saturday the same shift, and Sunday (today) from 9 to 6. Other than today, those aren't exactly nice hours to work. At 5:30 in the morning, not even the Dunkin' Donuts is open (at least the one on the way to work). It's dark, the stars are out, and it's very apparent that you are a stupid sucker for being awake at that point in time. By the time I got home I crashed, and again on Saturday. I worried that without checking my email and making a post I might cease to exist, but it didn't happen and now I'm back.
Where to start? How 'bout football. The Patriots went into the game against the Jets as underdogs (at least at the last time I checked). Underdogs? What the fuck? The Jets barely beat the Bills last week while the Patriots demolished the Steelers. Had the Jets played the Steelers this week, the Jets would have been favored, yet the Super Bowl Champions, the New England Patriots are underdogs. They seemed to take it to heart a little, handing out an incredible ass whooping, defeating the Jets 44 to 7 in Giant's Stadium. Hey you, yeah you... Quit giggling.
Then, tonight I watched the kicker for the Bills boot one 54 yards, bouncing it off the bottom goal post and through to take them into overtime and subsequently win the game. Yes, I believe Drew Bledsoe still has the juice.
The Red Sox won yesterday while the Yankees lost in a last ditch effort to keep their fans from considering them a lost hope and making the conversion to football fanatic 24 hours a day on the basis that the Sox' season is over.
In other news... Screw it. There is no other news for now. I'm going to go drink some beer and watch some more footballs. Tomorrow I'll post the wonderful pic I have of some Patriots sacking Kordell from last week as well as whatever great pictures I find in tomorrow's newspaper. Hopefully I'll even get to post some other news, stuff that might make Dawn come back more often. I miss her when she doesn't say hi once every few days... Poor me...
I'm glad September 11th is over. It's very depresssing and heart-wrenching. I don't want to forget, but it doesn't mean that I want to watch the people fall through the air to their deaths, of to hear the poor people who lost loved ones anymore. All of that is already engrained in my memory, there for me whenever I close my eyes. I feel sad, but we must continue to live as best we can. The only thing we can do is pledge our support in making sure that events like that don't happen again. Recommended by Charles Johnson, I picked up a copy of Six Days of War, subtitled "June 1967 and the Making of the Modern Middle East". As an American who is aware of the fact that I'm not completely aware, I'm doing my best to stay caught up on current events as well as to educate myself about the past so that when I say we need to kill Saddam and Arafat, I can then give good reasons why. It's a small thing, but one that I feel is important.
As an aside, a while back I came across a story from Princeton about randomness. Yesterday the New York daily numbers were 911. Then some stock index closed out at 911.00 (I saw it on the news, I'm looking for a link). There's still a lot of things we don't understand in the world.
Yesterday I got a job the local branch of a national retail store. Today, I went in to fill out the paperwork. After filling it out, they asked if I wanted to start immediately. I had nothing better to do, so I said yes. Then they asked if I wanted to work tomorrow, Saturday, and Sunday. Not thinking, I again said yes. Then I remembered the Patriots don't play on Monday every night (although they should). I'll end up missing their game as well as the Bills game (I'm still a Bledsoe fan after all). The only complete game I'll see (if I'm not asleep by that point) will be the Steelers|Oakland match. I hope the Steelers lose.
Anyway, even thought starting a new job is a little nerve-racking, meeting the people is always fun. I happen to be an on call support staffer, meaning I unload freight from the trucks and move it onto the floor for sales associates to put away. I met one guy today who was showing me around the store and he said "if you go this way, you can look at all the young girls working cosmetics". I smiled and nodded. I'd already noticed that, as well as the fact that most of them weren't young. Oh well.
Sports Center highlight, Texas Rangers vs Seattle Mariners. Someone on the Mariners hits ball into deep left field. Man scores, tie game. Meanwhile, the left fielder raises his hands in the air like he's about to catch the ball, batter slows up at second, ball falls over left fielders head and he deftly turns to field it off the wall. He completely faked the guy out. That stupid batter should have had a triple. Just goes to show that even in a game like baseball, there's still some tricks up a few sleeves.
Pictures via LGF, copyright someone else, and hosted here to preserve Charles' bandwidth
As of late my mantra has been "people are assholes". In gerneral, it's true. However, after speaking with Dawn tonight, Maddie by email, and hopefully getting a phone call tomorrow night, I've come to the conclusion that there are definitely some exceptions to that rule.
The people who come here from google looking for Kelly Clarkson's ass though, are not exceptions.
Tomorrow is September 11th. Tomorrow could be the end of the world. In retrospect, though, I could have said that yesterday as well. Friday is the 13th. If you hadn't noticed, this is a pretty fucked up week.
Like many others, I've spent a lot of time dwelling on tomorrow's meaning, on what might happen, and on the numerous changes that occured a year ago tomorrow. It's truly depressing and I find myself wondering if we've seen the worst or if the worst is yet to come.
Unfortunately I think it's the latter.
This week we ate the Steelers. Next week we play the Jets. You know a team is getting blown out when the fans start cheering for the announcers. In this case, the Steelers were wishing Kordell's neck growth would take over, wondering if perhaps it might give them a chance to score. Someone should have thrown their helmet. I think that was the only penalty the Steeler's didn't get. Dave said they even opened Heinz stadium for people to go and watch. I bet it was empty by the end of the first half. Stupid Steeler fans.
In other news, Madden needs to lay off the yellow pen. One more X and I was going to get in my car and head to Foxboro to break it over his big fat head.
So we played at least one game like we really are the defending champions. The question is will we continue to play like this next week, and the week after that? I think we will. This was a great way to start the season, another way to prove to people that we deserved the rings and that we're not going away. Maybe next week ESPN will actually pick us to win. Bastards.
I'm not an exceptionally huge football fan, watching every game non-stop all day Sunday and ordering some stupid dish so I can tape the ones I can't watch. I do enjoy the game, though. Increasing my enjoyment is the fact that the hometown team, the New England Patriots, won the Super Bowl last year.
So yesterday kicked off the season and I sat to catch a little bit of the action. Since Drew Bledsoe has been traded to the Bills and I'm a Bledsoe fan (I mean we did screw the guy over and all), I watched. It was a good game, and Drew showed he's still got his stuff. The loser in this game? The stupid Bills' special teams who allowed a return for a touchdown on the first play of overtime to lose. Asswipes.
Tonight, the Patriots kick off againt the Steelers. I'm pretty excited, looking for our first win in our new stadium as defending champions.
Here we go Pats!
Real Cities.com | 09/07/2002 | On hallowed ground
"the words of the living can add nothing to the deeds of the dead"
So... You might not be aware, but blogging has become quite popular. Books have been written, people have contemplated how to make money doing it, software was developed to make it easier, and it continues to grow.
Recently, Dawn wrote that the blogosphere was controlled by a group of elitist men and she wants to change that (I paraphrased that). People posted comments, someone else posted a response, a troll appeared and vomited on her site, and then she responded. It was a typical web transaction.
Let me describe typical. There's this kid. He's not very bright, and he has some technical skills. I won't link him because he's a tool, but if you look hard enough you'll find him. He created a page, wrote some trash about Mozilla (a web browser that is open source and worked on by a combination of Netscape engineers and volunteers). Most of what he wrote was untrue. When the Mozilla developers found out, they refuted his claims point by point. He threw a tantrum, called them names, and preached about how great Internet Explorer is, again repeating his false claims about Mozilla.
Dawn's situation is similar. She posts about elitist men, an elitist man reads her blog, trolls around trying to piss people off, she gets angry, falls into the trap, and volleys back. I like Dawn a lot; I enjoy her writing, her sense of humor, and her use of profanity. However, I feel strong in my belief that to respond to a troll is a waste of one's time. Having small minds, they are eager to continue their behavior, as soon as they realize it's gotten the response they were after. Consider a small dog. It barks, you pay attention. You turn away, it barks, you pay attention again. Suddenly you've reinforced the behavior: barking gets attention. Your average troll has the same intellectual capacity.
Stupid trolls.
By the way, I'm working on a response to the actual post she made. It's taking longer than I expected, so I'll publish it tomorrow. I want to make sure I do my $80,000 degree justice.
So I'm sitting in the chair, and this girl is shaving the sides of my head, and... oh yeah before I go any further and you get the wrong idea, I was getting my hair cut.
I'm sitting there, she's shaving away, there's buzzing in my ears, but I hear this faint familiar melody on the radio. I listen closer, and... Could it be? Yes, they have already released Kelly Clarkson's single for rotation at the radio stations. Now, what does this mean? It means, somewhere in hell, in the same place where they keep the seven trillion lame ass Rams 2002 Super Bowl Champion hats and sweatshirts there are 246 million cd's that contain a single track: Justin Guarini singing the newest addition to the Wedding Singer's Repertoire: Moment Like This. Sucker!
So I've listened to some other people, I read what Dawn had to say, and overall I'm happy with the way things turned out. I'm glad Kelly won, glad Justin lost (he took it so well because he knew she was better than him and in what I hope doesn't become a trend, dealt with the fact that women are better than men at some things [like having babies and baking pie kidding]), and glad I watched. I don't know what sucked me in. The only other reality TV I watched regularly was the Osbournes, and that's cause Ozzie rocks. "Mrurrurrurrrrfuckinbastardrrrrmmr," says the Oz Man.
It's hard to make it in the music industry. I did college radio for a while and I saw the trash that came in, and I helped throw it out by the dumpster full. I admit some of it never even got listened too, but who can listen to all that music anyway? The point is that Kelly Clarkson and a bunch of other kids who never would have seen the inside of the Kodak Theater if not for this show got a chance. It's the American Way. You may not like the show, you may not think the talent was that good, you might have hated the writing and the songs, but in the end it was a painless way to spend your Tuesday and Wednesday nights without having to think about all the messed up shit going on in the world. We were taken to a place where we could argue about who dressed better, who was hotter, and which contestant should have their vocal chords ripped out and replaced with a tape recorder playing nothing but the Hansen’s on repeat until they had to slit their own throat for relief. Well, maybe not that last one, but you know what I mean. We got to watch as some run of the mill average Americans made their mark on the world. The terrorists may hate us for our cultural hegemony, the kitsch we spread throughout the world, but hey, give me a break. This one came from England; we just made it better. And at least we didn't kill anyone.
Oh well. In the end, it's all subjective. I enjoyed it, you may not have. All I have to say is: Kelly Clarkson, email me!
Ok. So with every article I read about the newest version of the Mac OS, I come closer and closer to either A) selling my PC and buying a Mac, or B) selling a kidney/lung/chunk of my liver and buying a Mac.
Digital Web Magazine - Features: 99.9% of Websites Are Obsolete
The man just keeps it coming, with this excerpt from his upcoming book. I own the first one, Taking Your Talent to the Web and look forward to the second... As soon as I get a job so I can afford it...
Good quick read that summarizes XML.
I have a cold. Not one of those lame ass take a day off and sleep and it's gone colds, but one of those reach into your own throat and scratch it cause it feels better kind of colds. The ones where drilling a hole into your own sinus cavity with a craftsman drill sounds like a good idea. That's the kind of cold I have, the ones that make you all paranoid thinking you have the flu, or better yet, West Nile virus.
So now you're grossed out and you're saying "WTF? Why the hell do I care?" Well, actually, I'm pretty sure you don't, but it makes a good lead in to my day.
I got up this morning and I didn't feel good. In fact, I felt miserable, but since I have no job, and therefore nothing to do, I figured I broke even so I shouldn't complain. I cleaned the house, walked the dogs, checked my email [side note: Dawn commented on my blog, which means I'm now big time. She also didn't sound pissed about the fact that I said she had her head up her ass when it came to American Idol, and to top it all off, she added me to the potential stalkers list!], and then went out with my mom to help her do some errands.
Cut to my little sister coming home from school, needing to go out and get some supplies for school. My mom had been lecturing her about the new school year and such, so I tried to get her out of the house and help end the lecture. No luck. Lecture continues, sister cries, time elapses, and finally she was saved by a visit from my grandmother. She and I left to get her stuff.
So I give her the big brother lecture: I'm older now, if I could do it again, sure I would, but you can't always do things again. Do it right the first time, its better that way. The whole time I'm talking though, I can see myself getting the same lecture from my mom, nodding my head, and the whole time thinking "Shut the fuck up already. You don't know everything and I don't feel like listening to you. La la la la la la". Now, don't get me wrong, I never said any if that cause I still wouldn't have been able to find all of my teeth even after six years of looking. I still thought it though. And now, being older and "wiser" I know I was wrong and I should have listened. So I try to share that with my sister. But, deep down, I know she won't get it until she grows up more. That's how life is.
So we finish her errands, and we come home. I still don't feel good, but you know, there are people a lot sicker than me and they don't complain, so I suck it up. Eat dinner, and then get ready for American Idol.
It comes on, and I'm impressed. It seems that since being elimination meant getting your voice box removed and having it replaced with a bionic voice box capable of keeping even Nikki in tune with everyone else. I found myself thinking, "Who the hell are these people and where'd they come from? Good Lord!" We finally get around to the announcing of the winner, it's Kelly, and I'm pretty happy for her. She deserved it. I'm looking forward to her career. Maybe I'll join blogcritics so I can write a review or something.
The bad news? The Red Sox lost game three against the Yankees. Bastards.
So I'm done watching TV, and I reach into my pocket and find the phone number of this girl who I met last week. I give her a call, she's busy this weekend, but she'll be free next week. I'm pretty excited cause it'll be nice to get out of the house for a while and to hang out with someone my own age.
Overall, it turned out to be a good day. No exploding diet cokes, no offended people emailed me, Kelly Clarkson won (and even though google thinks so, I still have no porn featuring her), and I'm going out next week. Now if I only had a job.
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Dawn still has nothing good to say about American Idol. Ah well.
I had some mixed feelings this week. Justin performed well. Kelly out performed him. Her rendition of Respect was great: lots of crowd interaction, moved around the stage a lot, lots of hand movements, I mean hey, we almost got into some choreography there. Justin was a little too stiff for me to say he deserves to be America's Idol. I also think his voice lends itself to boyband-ish music, which I don't like. Kelly, however, can do a much wider variety of genres: jazz, blues, etc.
The biggest disappointment from my vantage point was the shit-ass songs that were written for them. They sucked. I mean seriously, couldn't we have something a little more upbeat and a little less melodramatic? A little more like what's popular today? Or, oh my God, maybe even have the live backup bands for the BIGGEST show of the series? Can we all say anticlimactic in unison?
The performances were good, Kelly still rocked, but this was a pathetic way to end the series (I know there's tomorrow's show, but it's for the losers, not the Idol). I would have loved to see some real musiciancs backing them up, some Idol like dance moves, and better music.
What did you think?
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