Monday, March 19, 2012
I hate this song. I mean, I really, really dislike this song. It came up at lunch today and my coworkers honestly couldn't understand how or why I hate this song. I just do. It's annoying and I hate it.
That said, let's make it a Music Monday pick so it's stuck in your mind. (Or your MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIND!)
0:11 Do do do dooooooooo do do do do do doooooooooooo
0:19 Wait a minute! Is that Joe Anderson? The dude that plays Max in “Across the Universe”?
0:30 Pay no attention to the scrolling marque
0:33 Nice beard and ‘stashe my brother!
0:36 Why, oh why, is there jasmine in your mind?
0:42 Of my MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIND!
0:46 Maybe we shouldn’t ignore the scroll, there was something there about tequila
0:55 of my MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIND!
1:05 Where is the piano player for this. Am I wrong?
1:23 Oh snap, the ‘stasche is playing a mandolin. Props for the early hipster!
1:33 Nice time to wipe your nose on your sleeve, audience member.
1:48 I really hate this song. You know why? It’s stuck in my MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIND!
(time passes, I skip ahead)
2:59 Holy crumb cake, there’s a dude playing bass. In a black turtleneck. And bad hair
Monday, March 12, 2012
In an effort to bring a little more substance to my Music Monday posts, I'm going to provide additional commentary from my conscience as I watched for the first time.
Today's pick is Fantastic Baby by Korean Pop group BIGBANG.
0:03 It’s the owl from Labyrinth! Oh wait, no. That owl was white and turned into David Bowie. Never mind.
0:06 Is this… is this Lady Gaga?
0:15 STOP MUSIC. Maybe I should, before it gets even weirder?
0:16 But his SUIT! It’s mesmerizing. The strips and stars, the cane! The black eye & weird red hair that turns into cables or veins or something. Can’t. Stop. Watching.
0:18 There’s that owl again. Maybe he’s sending mail to the Weasleys .
0:21 Who wants a Molotov cocktail?
0:24 Wait, who’s Mister Frosty? That bracelet is pretty.
0:33 Oh thank Dairy Queen. He’s all frosted out.
0:40 I’m not sure if that mask is for welding, motorcycle riding or a future robot apocalypse uniform.
0:43 ABOMINABLES BOUNCE!
1:00 Is that the kid from The Golden Child? I – I - I want the knife!
1:11 I was going to say George Washington, but I’m even more perplexed.
1:17 Screw the meaning, this guy in the hat and goggles is FIERCE!
1:26 Mr. Frosty has channeled his inner Buddha and is having a powwow sit down with the death squad.
1:22 The Korean Biebs is loosely chained to the wall. I have to say though, these dudes are ripped. I guess that’s what happens when you are chained to a wall all day singing Korean Pop tunes.
1:58 All they wanna do is dance dance dance dance dance dance. Are we sure they are men?
2:20 After boom-shacka-lacka, Sir Spikes-A-Lot is getting pawed by four latex covered… kittens?
2:34 It’s official. George Washington is a gay robot.
2:41 I really want to punch long-hair-off-to-the-side guy. Though his lipstick design is super funky.
2:47 Is this Mr. Frosty again? I think he’s my favorite. He’s so emphatic with his arm gestures.
2:57 BLOND KOREAN BIEBS!!! <3 <3 <3
3:18 Poor man’s execution of The Matrix
3:24 WAIT A MINUTE! Is that Snufalufagus???
3:33 The two Snuffys are break dance fighting.
3:47 Oh, the doomsday STOP MUSIC killers are just Korean teens. Phew!
3:53 And now the band takes their rightful place upon the throne(s).
Thursday, March 8, 2012
"Yeah, right there."
I rub it for a while then stop.
"What? Your turn already?"
"Ok, give me your feet."
Hubs: You're feet must be sore.
Hubs: Well, you've been on your feet all day.
Me: No I haven't. I work at a desk.
Hubs: What, you sat on your ass all day?
Me : Ya.
Hubs: I'm rubbing your moneymakers though.
Me : Well no. Actually then you should rub my ass. Because by that theory, my ass is sore.
Hubs: You want me to rub your ass?
Me: No, I'm just saying, that i earn my money by sitting on my ass. So my ass is therefore my moneymaker. Not my feet.
Hubs, still rubbing my feet: Oookay....
Me: Well, if I was a stripper, and I was on my feet all day working the pole, then my feet would be my moneymaker. Cause I would be making money by gyrating around on my feet. And my feet would be sore. So rubbing my feet would then make sense, and you could also say that you were rubbing my moneymakers.
Hubs: Well, if you were a stripper, shaking your body is the actual moneymaker, not your feet. Guys don't give you dollars by looking at your feet.
Me: Well Quentin Tarantino would.
Me: Well, he has a thing for feet. So if I was a stripper and shaking my moneymaker, in which case you would say my body, I would argue that my moneymaker would be my feet because he would give me money for looking at my feet.
We're laying in bad chatting, snuggling with the boopins.
Nadia starts attacking Odie's ears (as she usually does when we rile her up) and I start singing a song to "Oh Christmas Tree".
Oh Nadia, Oh Nadia.
Stop a-ttack-ing poor Odie.
His ears are ooooh so sensitive.
It isn't niiiice to do in bed.
Hubs: Wow, you've already got our whole holiday repertoire together in March!
Me: I'm awesome like that.
Then we discussed getting super hero jammie pants for the next half hour.