Monday, February 28
Oh, you fiends.
I hate Blogger and/or my computer... whichever one keeps messing up and causing me to do things like post long, political posts multiple times. Sorry about that.
Sunday, February 27
Dear Anonymous,
For those of you who've been around awhile, it might be a bit redundant for me to tell you that I was less than happy about the outcome of this last year's Presidential election. For the rest of you, if you're curious, you can direct yourselves to the first few posts from November 2004 (found in the "Archives" section of the sidebar to your right). If you do go there and read them, you might notice a comment by an Anonymous individual that has been made on November 3rd's post. This comment was made only days ago, and so to the person who wrote this comment, I want to thank you first for slogging your way through my weblog for so long -- you no doubt must have found my thoughts and ramblings enjoyable, at least until you realized that I am ProChoice. Second, I am glad that my feelings on the matter spurred you to such an empassioned response. No doubt you won't read these commendations, but I give them to you nonetheless.
Now, to those of you who've been around, you know that I am not one to publicly display my viewpoints on politics and other hot topics unless I am in the comfort of my close circle of friends, most of who disagree with me. So, when I do get pissed off about something, I come here to vent, and, despite the fact that my posts seem to be addressed to a nondescript group of readers, I never really write for the express purpose of making you all read, understand, and agree with what I have to say. This thing is for me, a place where I can express my thoughts and feelings and hopefully gain a better understanding of them in the process. So forgive me if I feel a bit affronted if I am accused of "parading my diseased liberalmania."
I would like to offer a rebuttal of sorts, not really so much to try and prove this sonofabitch wrong, but more to clarify what I said back on that fateful early November night, at the beginning of what I feel to be the downfall of the world as we know it. In only one instance, my stance has changed completely, and I will let you know what it is and why. Before I begin, though, I want to let you know that I'm not approaching this with the whole "I respect your opinion and we are all entitled to believe what we want to believe" because, well, this is MY blog, and I think you're fucking wrong. If I would have given you a link to it or sent you an e-mail saying "DUDE You GOTTA READ MY BLOG!!" through your NRA listserv, then circumstances might be different, but yeah. So...
1. Sorry, all you "dumb REDS who work for conspiratorial, mean, nasty corporations", but you're not going to what you're all "really secretly rooting for" -- Unfortunately, I'm no longer planning on leaving America for distant, free-thinking borders. This was the one part of my position I've changed on -- the statement was "driven more by emotion than rationale" and so it naturally changed as time had it's whole numbing effect.
2. When I implicitly claimed that abortion was evil, I did so not to align myself with that particular view, but rather to align those of that particular view with my argument. Shady, I know.
3. When I say that "a lot more people are going to be killed" if abortion is made illegal (which will never happen because it remains too crucial a platform for Republicans, and one by which they win a significant number of votes) I don't presume to say that hundreds of thousands more pregnant women are going to flood the back alleys with coat hangers and vaccuum cleaners out of that sheer "thrill" of breaking the law a la. the whole legalization-of-marijuana-arguement, but those women who do go into back alleys to attempt illegal abortion will be doing it without medical supervision, and it will result in not only the abortion of a potential life but also the killing of a grown woman. I will admit that abortion should not be the primary solution for any unwilling mother -- but I think that it should be one solution and that it is the mother's business, and not yours, Anonymous, nor mine, what she should do with her own body. I could go on and on about this, and so could you and anyone else in the world who has any view on the matter of abortion. It's exhausting. It's been done. And after this post, it won't be done here.
4. I want to retouch on the accusation that I "parade my diseased liberalmania". It's that line that prompted me to create this whole post in the first place; it's ignorant, it's contradictory, and it's plain fucking wrong. I didn't go on your site to give you my views, and yet you felt it okay to come to mine and cum your filthy conservative-jizz all over my BLUE face? Hmmm....
Yeah, didn't really know how to end that whole metaphor.
I do have a question for Anonymous or anyone who knows Anonymous or agrees with him/her... I don't quite understand the rationalization of his idea that "the justification for an action should not be dictated by the supposed consequence of an action" even given his/her evanescent example ("Ex. - I should tell the truth whether it embarrasses me or not"). To me, this doesn't make any sense. How else are we to justify our actions if not by what we perceive to be their outcome? If this line of thinking is that of a child, then I would by all means rather be a kid than an grown and yet ignorant fool.
I had a post similar to this written closer to the fact, but unfortunately the "internets" were malfunctioning. Hopefully I didn't make you all too afraid of me or further ostracize those who are in civil disagreement with many or all my viewpoints.
Comments, anyone?
Now, to those of you who've been around, you know that I am not one to publicly display my viewpoints on politics and other hot topics unless I am in the comfort of my close circle of friends, most of who disagree with me. So, when I do get pissed off about something, I come here to vent, and, despite the fact that my posts seem to be addressed to a nondescript group of readers, I never really write for the express purpose of making you all read, understand, and agree with what I have to say. This thing is for me, a place where I can express my thoughts and feelings and hopefully gain a better understanding of them in the process. So forgive me if I feel a bit affronted if I am accused of "parading my diseased liberalmania."
I would like to offer a rebuttal of sorts, not really so much to try and prove this sonofabitch wrong, but more to clarify what I said back on that fateful early November night, at the beginning of what I feel to be the downfall of the world as we know it. In only one instance, my stance has changed completely, and I will let you know what it is and why. Before I begin, though, I want to let you know that I'm not approaching this with the whole "I respect your opinion and we are all entitled to believe what we want to believe" because, well, this is MY blog, and I think you're fucking wrong. If I would have given you a link to it or sent you an e-mail saying "DUDE You GOTTA READ MY BLOG!!" through your NRA listserv, then circumstances might be different, but yeah. So...
1. Sorry, all you "dumb REDS who work for conspiratorial, mean, nasty corporations", but you're not going to what you're all "really secretly rooting for" -- Unfortunately, I'm no longer planning on leaving America for distant, free-thinking borders. This was the one part of my position I've changed on -- the statement was "driven more by emotion than rationale" and so it naturally changed as time had it's whole numbing effect.
2. When I implicitly claimed that abortion was evil, I did so not to align myself with that particular view, but rather to align those of that particular view with my argument. Shady, I know.
3. When I say that "a lot more people are going to be killed" if abortion is made illegal (which will never happen because it remains too crucial a platform for Republicans, and one by which they win a significant number of votes) I don't presume to say that hundreds of thousands more pregnant women are going to flood the back alleys with coat hangers and vaccuum cleaners out of that sheer "thrill" of breaking the law a la. the whole legalization-of-marijuana-arguement, but those women who do go into back alleys to attempt illegal abortion will be doing it without medical supervision, and it will result in not only the abortion of a potential life but also the killing of a grown woman. I will admit that abortion should not be the primary solution for any unwilling mother -- but I think that it should be one solution and that it is the mother's business, and not yours, Anonymous, nor mine, what she should do with her own body. I could go on and on about this, and so could you and anyone else in the world who has any view on the matter of abortion. It's exhausting. It's been done. And after this post, it won't be done here.
4. I want to retouch on the accusation that I "parade my diseased liberalmania". It's that line that prompted me to create this whole post in the first place; it's ignorant, it's contradictory, and it's plain fucking wrong. I didn't go on your site to give you my views, and yet you felt it okay to come to mine and cum your filthy conservative-jizz all over my BLUE face? Hmmm....
Yeah, didn't really know how to end that whole metaphor.
I do have a question for Anonymous or anyone who knows Anonymous or agrees with him/her... I don't quite understand the rationalization of his idea that "the justification for an action should not be dictated by the supposed consequence of an action" even given his/her evanescent example ("Ex. - I should tell the truth whether it embarrasses me or not"). To me, this doesn't make any sense. How else are we to justify our actions if not by what we perceive to be their outcome? If this line of thinking is that of a child, then I would by all means rather be a kid than an grown and yet ignorant fool.
I had a post similar to this written closer to the fact, but unfortunately the "internets" were malfunctioning. Hopefully I didn't make you all too afraid of me or further ostracize those who are in civil disagreement with many or all my viewpoints.
Comments, anyone?
Tuesday, February 22
Looking back.
Feeling reflective, I thought I'd go back and take a look at the e-mails my former orchestra director, Dr. David Littrell, sent me following my bowing out of his program. Each time I look at these e-mails, I go into it with an open mind (perhaps I misread; perhaps he was being a reasonable and decent human being), yet each time, I am reminded of how ridiculous and petty the man really is, probably due to his height and his receding hairline. In honor of dear old Dr. Dave, as he is lovingly referred to by me, I will quote some of the conversation's finer points here now for you. Hopefully I haven't done this already... if I have, then I apologize for the redundancy.
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My initial e-mail:
Dr. Littrell,
I have decided to no longer continue with orchestra so that I can maintain better focus in my other classes. I am willing to take the necessary steps in order to return scholarship money. Thank you very much for your time last semester.
Michael Trenary
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Selected quotations from his response(s)
"I'm sorry that you've made that decision. Perhaps you'll realize someday
that it was the wrong decision."
- First of all, that's not your place. Second of all, while I do wish I still played the cello, I still don't think that I made the wrong decision. If there is anything to be regretted, it is that he was the orchestra/cello instructor.
"You received scholarship money for the first semester and, therefore, you "owed" a least
one day's work at String Fling. That, coupled with your deliberately missing rehearsal on Monday night before Thanksgiving [the only rehearsal I missed all semester] with last minute notice to me, has greatly
disturbed me.
Please clean out your cello locker immediately. When you pay back your
scholarship, I strongly suggest that you pay an additional $50 OR come work
for me doing library and miscellaneous duties for eight hours---your choice.
You didn't fulfill the obligations of your signed scholarship contract."
- Scary! (not that he had the authority to tell me to clean out my cello locker, but I did.) After this, I called the music department how they prefer I pay the extra $50. The woman told me that he was not allowed to ask me to do that, and had the head of the music department contact Dr. Dave. His response:
Michael,
Forget the $50 penalty.
David Littrell
University Distinguished Professor of Music
Kansas State University
National President-Elect, ASTA with NSOA
http://www-personal.ksu.edu/~dlitmus
http://www.ksu.edu/orchestra
http://www.astaweb.com/
My favorite part is the whole "University Distinguished Professor" bit.
Sigh. I wish I could e-mail him and tell him how much of an ass I continue to think he is to this day, as he seems to me to be quite the Gilderoy Lockhart (i.e. takes himself very seriously.) BUT... given the nature of his e-mails, I'd be concerned that he might track me down and kill me.
You guys could contact him, though...
---
My initial e-mail:
Dr. Littrell,
I have decided to no longer continue with orchestra so that I can maintain better focus in my other classes. I am willing to take the necessary steps in order to return scholarship money. Thank you very much for your time last semester.
Michael Trenary
---
Selected quotations from his response(s)
"I'm sorry that you've made that decision. Perhaps you'll realize someday
that it was the wrong decision."
- First of all, that's not your place. Second of all, while I do wish I still played the cello, I still don't think that I made the wrong decision. If there is anything to be regretted, it is that he was the orchestra/cello instructor.
"You received scholarship money for the first semester and, therefore, you "owed" a least
one day's work at String Fling. That, coupled with your deliberately missing rehearsal on Monday night before Thanksgiving [the only rehearsal I missed all semester] with last minute notice to me, has greatly
disturbed me.
Please clean out your cello locker immediately. When you pay back your
scholarship, I strongly suggest that you pay an additional $50 OR come work
for me doing library and miscellaneous duties for eight hours---your choice.
You didn't fulfill the obligations of your signed scholarship contract."
- Scary! (not that he had the authority to tell me to clean out my cello locker, but I did.) After this, I called the music department how they prefer I pay the extra $50. The woman told me that he was not allowed to ask me to do that, and had the head of the music department contact Dr. Dave. His response:
Michael,
Forget the $50 penalty.
David Littrell
University Distinguished Professor of Music
Kansas State University
National President-Elect, ASTA with NSOA
http://www-personal.ksu.edu/~dlitmus
http://www.ksu.edu/orchestra
http://www.astaweb.com/
My favorite part is the whole "University Distinguished Professor" bit.
Sigh. I wish I could e-mail him and tell him how much of an ass I continue to think he is to this day, as he seems to me to be quite the Gilderoy Lockhart (i.e. takes himself very seriously.) BUT... given the nature of his e-mails, I'd be concerned that he might track me down and kill me.
You guys could contact him, though...
Sunday, February 20
I am not normal.
I know, surprise surprise, right? Well (in the tone of an old woman sitting beneath the drier in a beauty shop about to divulge a particularly juicy piece of gossip. In other words, the word is lengthened and there is a particular emphasis on the W, almost as if it's spelled "Whell" -- and I suppose it could be, if we wanted to form a new word... a word for what I just described.... yeah) as some or all of you may know, I am less than impressed with my Screenwriting class. Early on, the coursework went something like this:
1. Read chapters from textbook.
2. Write down the answers to homework questions taken word for word from the text.
3. Attend class, respond to questions (the same ones) by reading answers written as homework.
4. Lather, Rinse, Repeat.
As some of you may also be aware, simple regurgatation is a learning method that might be successful (when teaching a bunch of first graders), but it is not one that makes a class interesting or worth my or anyone else's time. Rather, it fosters lapses in attention and catnaps as the class sits, anxiously waiting for the hour and fifteen minutes to drag by.
Later (the past couple of weeks), we have taken to reading the scripts and doing coverage for them (i.e. going line by line and labeling the setups and the punches). Slightly more interesting, yes. Our professor, however, takes a non-authoritative stance. This is fine, I suppose, but now we have learned pretty much that there are no right and wrong answers, and that one man's setup is another man's punch... that one man's punch might be another man's topper (actual phrases employed by our professor.)
In short, we haven't really learned anything in this class. I will now copy and past the text of a group e-mail message I recieved this morning from my professor [bracketed comments are my own]:
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Ladies and Gentlemen of English 445,
In view of your solid grasp of Elements of Comedy and Coverage, I see no need to put you through the paces of citing set ups, punches, toppers, etc. for Seinfeld's "The Wink." You clearly understand this material. [we do?] Bravo! [thanks]
I would like to offer you a little time off by canceling our screening this Monday, February 21st and our class this Tuesday, February 22nd [interesting].
I will ask you all to be sure to attend class on Thursday, February 24th in order to screen "The Wink" and to discuss your upcoming Beat Sheet presentations [not really sure what these are] next week.
Next week marks a turning point in our class in that the focus will be shifting from produced work to your work.
In addition to these changes, please note one more: we will not meet for a screening on Monday, February 28th, either. Our Monday evening screenings will resume on March 7th and 14th. I'll reiterate [yourself incessantly?] these changes in class on Thursday [oh].
Enjoy a little time to do other things. I feel you've earned it [forgive me if I'm not entirely convinced].
Cheers,
Ann Reckling
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I mean, I don't want to sound like a Hermione Granger or anything, but seriously? When have you heard of a professor cancelling THREE class meetings because they feel we're ahead of the game? Don't professors usually attempt to pack all they can into every minute they have with their students, and still find that there's not enough time at the end of it all? It just seems a little incongruous to me.
Anyway.
Today's one of those days in Manhattan where the smell outside breeds several scatological jokes, none of which I will relate here because, well, they're just not that funny outside of my head. "The smell of money" (as it has so often been euphemized by people I know) is particularly powerful today. I suppose that is a good thing for all of us.
1. Read chapters from textbook.
2. Write down the answers to homework questions taken word for word from the text.
3. Attend class, respond to questions (the same ones) by reading answers written as homework.
4. Lather, Rinse, Repeat.
As some of you may also be aware, simple regurgatation is a learning method that might be successful (when teaching a bunch of first graders), but it is not one that makes a class interesting or worth my or anyone else's time. Rather, it fosters lapses in attention and catnaps as the class sits, anxiously waiting for the hour and fifteen minutes to drag by.
Later (the past couple of weeks), we have taken to reading the scripts and doing coverage for them (i.e. going line by line and labeling the setups and the punches). Slightly more interesting, yes. Our professor, however, takes a non-authoritative stance. This is fine, I suppose, but now we have learned pretty much that there are no right and wrong answers, and that one man's setup is another man's punch... that one man's punch might be another man's topper (actual phrases employed by our professor.)
In short, we haven't really learned anything in this class. I will now copy and past the text of a group e-mail message I recieved this morning from my professor [bracketed comments are my own]:
---
Ladies and Gentlemen of English 445,
In view of your solid grasp of Elements of Comedy and Coverage, I see no need to put you through the paces of citing set ups, punches, toppers, etc. for Seinfeld's "The Wink." You clearly understand this material. [we do?] Bravo! [thanks]
I would like to offer you a little time off by canceling our screening this Monday, February 21st and our class this Tuesday, February 22nd [interesting].
I will ask you all to be sure to attend class on Thursday, February 24th in order to screen "The Wink" and to discuss your upcoming Beat Sheet presentations [not really sure what these are] next week.
Next week marks a turning point in our class in that the focus will be shifting from produced work to your work.
In addition to these changes, please note one more: we will not meet for a screening on Monday, February 28th, either. Our Monday evening screenings will resume on March 7th and 14th. I'll reiterate [yourself incessantly?] these changes in class on Thursday [oh].
Enjoy a little time to do other things. I feel you've earned it [forgive me if I'm not entirely convinced].
Cheers,
Ann Reckling
---
I mean, I don't want to sound like a Hermione Granger or anything, but seriously? When have you heard of a professor cancelling THREE class meetings because they feel we're ahead of the game? Don't professors usually attempt to pack all they can into every minute they have with their students, and still find that there's not enough time at the end of it all? It just seems a little incongruous to me.
Anyway.
Today's one of those days in Manhattan where the smell outside breeds several scatological jokes, none of which I will relate here because, well, they're just not that funny outside of my head. "The smell of money" (as it has so often been euphemized by people I know) is particularly powerful today. I suppose that is a good thing for all of us.
Saturday, February 19
You can stop freaking out now.
Mmmmm you guys. You sure have missed me, haven't you? Do I withold simply because I have nothing to say, or because, like Lucille Bluth, I get off on being withholding (and how do you spell 'withold/withhold' anyway?) I suppose you and I will never know!
Here's the thing, friends... I really have been incapable lately of providing you all with post-worthy material. Is it because I've taken to what can only be considered as the reverse of a diet, where I eat more than I should and sit inside despite the beautiful weather, wearing clothes that are far too "covering" for the season because, well, I'm uncomfortable with the way my body looks? NEVER! Is it because I have so much schoolwork to do and that I get so annoyed by any distractions (i.e. my blog and my roommate) that I stay holed up in my room and as far from my computer as possible? HARDLY!
... but then again, as some (or one) of you recently discovered, it is difficult for me to remain truthful in this venue any longer. My life needs fictionalization. It requires it out of mere pallatability.
So what do you want to hear, mon amis? That I recently went and saw Mo Rocca (of "I Love the 80's" and "The Daily Show" fame) speak about politics, deceased presidents, and the joys of wearing an expensive pair of fabulously bright red pants? That I recently recieved my official graduation approval from the university and as a result have become quite apprehensive about the uncertain haze that is my future? Or maybe you'd like me to go into detail about how and why I've been avoiding pretty much all human contact, electronic or otherwise, for the past several weeks (the answer to that depends upon individual circumstances, but rest assured that in some cases there is no "how and why" except for the fact that I haven't been avoiding anyone for any reason other than my own incompetence when it comes to answering phone calls, e-mails, and other basic forms of communication.)
Despite the depressing tone of the post so far, I really am happy. I promise. And I hate... hate... that you probably don't believe me, because I really, really, am. This is to those would-be-well-wishers out there -- things are well; I am on the road to something... something big. Maybe I just need my space. Who knows. I'm sure you all do, so I guess let me know if you think you know how I could better live my life.
Aside from all of this, let me tell you the things that I've done this evening since Jessica and Isabel left. After they left, I had a couple more drinks and then drove to Hastings, where I purchased Dancer in the Dark and an issue of Black Clock, yet another literary magazine that I probably won't get around to reading for a considerable amount of time. Then I returned home, made myself another few drinks and consumed them while watching Dancer in the Dark, which I've concluded is one of my favorite movies of all time (for the time being.) I can't persuade you to watch it, but if I could, I would. It is fucking depressing... but we all know that I don't think that "depressing" in art is always such a bad thing (though some would disagree with me.)
Does this allow my life to be art? Good art? Let's hope so.
I'm really glad that I'm in this Harry Potter class... it's really good to be required to go back and read all the books again. I'm rediscovering why I loved the series so much in the first place.
Anyway, these days I've become really sickened by some things in the world around (and distant from) me... sickened because they also happen to be traits that I've noticed within myself that disgust me. I would elaborate on my thoughts here, but I think it would affect the people it's not intended to and merely whizz by the consciousnesses of those who it is intended to. Should I make a little list? I think not; no need to single anyone out for being too like the parts of myself I hate.
I've again begun to feel that I am as intelligent as I will ever be, and that it is by no means as "intelligent" as I'd like to be. I have passions, but when compared to those of my compatriots and peers and whatever else they ought to be called, they are lukewarm, tepid passions. I am inspired by a lot of things, but the inspiration that these things spark within me never aids in the fruition and proliferation of great things within me as it does in other people. Is my problem sloth? greed? vanity? any of the other four? Probably.
Hahahaha... I really am laughing. Let's you and me hope for a better post tomorrow -- something more positive, something much less whiny. At least I have the out that I don't make it a point to read my blog. How annoying for you, huh?
Here's the thing, friends... I really have been incapable lately of providing you all with post-worthy material. Is it because I've taken to what can only be considered as the reverse of a diet, where I eat more than I should and sit inside despite the beautiful weather, wearing clothes that are far too "covering" for the season because, well, I'm uncomfortable with the way my body looks? NEVER! Is it because I have so much schoolwork to do and that I get so annoyed by any distractions (i.e. my blog and my roommate) that I stay holed up in my room and as far from my computer as possible? HARDLY!
... but then again, as some (or one) of you recently discovered, it is difficult for me to remain truthful in this venue any longer. My life needs fictionalization. It requires it out of mere pallatability.
So what do you want to hear, mon amis? That I recently went and saw Mo Rocca (of "I Love the 80's" and "The Daily Show" fame) speak about politics, deceased presidents, and the joys of wearing an expensive pair of fabulously bright red pants? That I recently recieved my official graduation approval from the university and as a result have become quite apprehensive about the uncertain haze that is my future? Or maybe you'd like me to go into detail about how and why I've been avoiding pretty much all human contact, electronic or otherwise, for the past several weeks (the answer to that depends upon individual circumstances, but rest assured that in some cases there is no "how and why" except for the fact that I haven't been avoiding anyone for any reason other than my own incompetence when it comes to answering phone calls, e-mails, and other basic forms of communication.)
Despite the depressing tone of the post so far, I really am happy. I promise. And I hate... hate... that you probably don't believe me, because I really, really, am. This is to those would-be-well-wishers out there -- things are well; I am on the road to something... something big. Maybe I just need my space. Who knows. I'm sure you all do, so I guess let me know if you think you know how I could better live my life.
Aside from all of this, let me tell you the things that I've done this evening since Jessica and Isabel left. After they left, I had a couple more drinks and then drove to Hastings, where I purchased Dancer in the Dark and an issue of Black Clock, yet another literary magazine that I probably won't get around to reading for a considerable amount of time. Then I returned home, made myself another few drinks and consumed them while watching Dancer in the Dark, which I've concluded is one of my favorite movies of all time (for the time being.) I can't persuade you to watch it, but if I could, I would. It is fucking depressing... but we all know that I don't think that "depressing" in art is always such a bad thing (though some would disagree with me.)
Does this allow my life to be art? Good art? Let's hope so.
I'm really glad that I'm in this Harry Potter class... it's really good to be required to go back and read all the books again. I'm rediscovering why I loved the series so much in the first place.
Anyway, these days I've become really sickened by some things in the world around (and distant from) me... sickened because they also happen to be traits that I've noticed within myself that disgust me. I would elaborate on my thoughts here, but I think it would affect the people it's not intended to and merely whizz by the consciousnesses of those who it is intended to. Should I make a little list? I think not; no need to single anyone out for being too like the parts of myself I hate.
I've again begun to feel that I am as intelligent as I will ever be, and that it is by no means as "intelligent" as I'd like to be. I have passions, but when compared to those of my compatriots and peers and whatever else they ought to be called, they are lukewarm, tepid passions. I am inspired by a lot of things, but the inspiration that these things spark within me never aids in the fruition and proliferation of great things within me as it does in other people. Is my problem sloth? greed? vanity? any of the other four? Probably.
Hahahaha... I really am laughing. Let's you and me hope for a better post tomorrow -- something more positive, something much less whiny. At least I have the out that I don't make it a point to read my blog. How annoying for you, huh?
Thursday, February 3
Actor Idolized?
Just when you thought it was safe... I post again!
So I was watching American Idol last night (duh) and saw a face that I think I knew. He was a peculiar young man whose audition was no doubt included to amuse American Idol viewers rather than to dazzle them with the "singers" amazing talents (you know the types). I forget the guy's name, but he was the one who had written an original rap song that included the names of all the judges (including this week's guest judge, Brandi or Brandy or whatever) and then proceeded to let forth an unending chain full of bleeped and blue-dotted explatives.
The thing is... I think I recognized this guy. If I am correct (which I might not be) I saw this gentleman first on Trading Spaces - one where Doug decorated his and his wife's Hollywood living room in a mod red-and-white design that featured a rather intricate stenciling job on the walls and cieling. Not only did he look similar to this Trading Spaces lad - but the guy on Trading Spaces ALSO cussed a lot (to the shegrins of censures everywhere) and it was stated on the show that he was an actor. This final point was proven to me when I saw our hero in multiple television commercials for homecare products and other frivolties.
If it was not this gentleman, then it was some other white male living in California who looks almost exactly like him - entirely possible. I guess I don't know why an actor couldn't audition for American Idol, hoping to be so ridiculous as to be included on the show, thus jumpstarting a fledgling acting career. That makes sense. But what if... WHAT IF the people behind American Idol, concerned that they won't have enough so-bad-it's-funny auditions that they call unknown (or in this case mostly-unknown) actors to fake an audition. Let us hope that this is not the case, but if it is, would it turn me off the show?
I doubt it. I'm a pushover. Remind me to never buy cable when I live on my own.
Trenary... out.
So I was watching American Idol last night (duh) and saw a face that I think I knew. He was a peculiar young man whose audition was no doubt included to amuse American Idol viewers rather than to dazzle them with the "singers" amazing talents (you know the types). I forget the guy's name, but he was the one who had written an original rap song that included the names of all the judges (including this week's guest judge, Brandi or Brandy or whatever) and then proceeded to let forth an unending chain full of bleeped and blue-dotted explatives.
The thing is... I think I recognized this guy. If I am correct (which I might not be) I saw this gentleman first on Trading Spaces - one where Doug decorated his and his wife's Hollywood living room in a mod red-and-white design that featured a rather intricate stenciling job on the walls and cieling. Not only did he look similar to this Trading Spaces lad - but the guy on Trading Spaces ALSO cussed a lot (to the shegrins of censures everywhere) and it was stated on the show that he was an actor. This final point was proven to me when I saw our hero in multiple television commercials for homecare products and other frivolties.
If it was not this gentleman, then it was some other white male living in California who looks almost exactly like him - entirely possible. I guess I don't know why an actor couldn't audition for American Idol, hoping to be so ridiculous as to be included on the show, thus jumpstarting a fledgling acting career. That makes sense. But what if... WHAT IF the people behind American Idol, concerned that they won't have enough so-bad-it's-funny auditions that they call unknown (or in this case mostly-unknown) actors to fake an audition. Let us hope that this is not the case, but if it is, would it turn me off the show?
I doubt it. I'm a pushover. Remind me to never buy cable when I live on my own.
Trenary... out.
Wednesday, February 2
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I apologize to any of you to which this blog serves a similar purpose as a brisk morning jog, a hot cup of coffee, or a relaxing bedtime story. Most unfortunately for the lot of you, I have become fairly taken with my studies this semester (whether voluntarily or no, I dare not say). As such, I find it difficult to make time to write here, and even when I do steal a moment for the good of the blog, the thoughts that I attempt to put down here come out bland and chalky as it seems my udder of creativity has run dry.
As such, please accept my invitation to view the blogs of my friends (links at right) as a supplement to my usual blogging habits until such a time as it is more lucrative to check this one. You might take a gander at Jason, a struggling artist/computer geek who has a pointed interest in space exploration. Or there's Katie, a former-Floridian and cat lover who finds herself navigating life in the Windy City -- and survives to recount the tale to you! Or you could give Logan a try -- his prose and pictoral illustrations are destined to entertain you far more than mine ever have. Or Hannah, my fellow creative-writing major who in high school found herself testing the amount of energy contained in various brands of french fries. Of course, there's also Skippy who, it should be said, enjoys gnomes, Boulevard Wheat, and sharing fun pictures from her European adventure with you -- all of which are wonderful things. My dear friend Jessica will no doubt provide you with countless welcome diversions to your otherwise bleak and bleary days as you scroll through her posts. You could also consider clicking over to my little brother David's blog even though he never updates. Still, you might find his thoughts from the day after Christmas particularly insightful, and there I would have to agree with you. Laura, who has the newest link on the list, emblazens in our minds wonderful images of life in imagesque central Missouri. And then of course there's the oft overlooked but never underappreciated knowledge given us from the visionary minds of Carson & Friends in their blog, Common Exception.
So, my friends, if you find yourselves down in this season of sparse blogging from yours truly: know that there will always be other venues for you to turn. And rest assured that I will still be here for you -- faithfully and truthfully recounting to you the most interesting and most incendiary stories from my daily life as they make themselves apparent.
