Friday, November 16, 2012

We've Had A *Bleep* Day

So I'm pretty sure I heard this song three times yesterday. On the same radio station. Within only a few hours. Eesh. So needless to say, Pink's Blow Me (One Last Kiss) is the earworm du jour. I actually kind of like Ms. Alecia Beth Moore. She's got a killer voice, even if you don't like it. Hubby (is about to be outed) used to totally rock out to that song Get the Party Started way back in 2001. Oh yes he did! You go, girl! And I like that she's a pop star that actually plays instruments and writes her own music. Quel novelty! And of course the Lady Marmalade video...tres sexy!

And even though you expect things she does to be slightly against the grain in terms of pop trends and what all the other young skin-bearing h(st)arlettes are doing these days, this video is not at all what I was thinking it would be after hearing this song two dozen times. Way to throw us a curve ball, P!nk! Anyway, I just wouldn't be me if I didn't also give a heads up to the Glee cast (even though that show is getting lamer by the episode) when they covered this one. I mean, the guy who plays Unique hits all of Pink's high notes with less difficulty than I do when I'm in the shower and someone flushes a toilet. And he has a penis. So, yeah, you definitely go girl! Or boy? I think he prefers girl...I dunno, just watch the video.

Fun Friday factoid: In conjunction with PETA, Pink criticized the Australian wool industry for its use of mulesing. Yeah, just Google mulesing real quick. Yikes.

 
In other news, I need to learn to type French accents. Au revoir.
 

 


Thursday, November 8, 2012

My Baby Shot Me Down

OK. Time to get back to normal. After all the sickness, and sprained ankles, and bummer birthdays spent hopping on one foot chasing a toddler with a fever and the runniest nose on earth, I am returning to the blogosphere in an attempt to feel like things are back on track. Of course, things aren't, but it's time to fake it 'til I make it. So here goes.

Nancy Sinatra's Bang Bang is a damn sexy song. Loving it. But why is it stuck in my head? Well I'll tell you (you knew I would!) Limping around at work today I stumbled upon our latest magazines waiting to be put out for the information starved public, and I happened upon the December issue of Dance Spirit (homeless people can't get enough of this one.) On the cover of this magazine (that no one reading this blog probably even knew existed,) are the two latest winners from So You Think You Can Dance (a show no one reading this blog probably ever watches.) The girl, Eliana Girard (not that anyone cares) is a ballet dancer whose most memorable moment on the show was when she danced a very sultry number to this song. And yes, I remembered that immediately when seeing her on the cover of the magazine. Because I do actually watch that show and know who this girl is. You can make fun if you like. I'm used to it (Hubby!) And she's awesome, so she probably doesn't care about your opinion either. So there. So there's today's earworm explained. You can all go back to what you were doing now. But first you'll want to watch Nancy in all her pink-fringed glory sing this song. She makes it look so easy. What a bitch.


So, it seems her fringe-matching pink boots weren't actually made for walking, but for rolling comically off stage after her performance. An interesting choice. I'm not sure I get it. The SYTYCD judges would most definitely not approve. "Nancy, we really expect a higher level of performance from you at this stage of the competition. I'm afraid we will not be asking you to stay. YOU'RE FIRED!" Oh wait...wrong show. Whatever.