| A whole lot of random thoughts, mainly on music....
||[Feb. 7th, 2010|05:52 am]
|||||Palladia, of course!||]|
Music has returned to me. In a way. I know it has because I've been thinking about Crowded House. And whenever I think about Crowded House, I'm thinking about music. Don't worry, that's only supposed to make sense to me, but I thought I'd share it anyway.
First, the cable company recently added Palladia to our HD channels. Remember MTV? This channel is what it (and/or VH1) should have morphed into, not the reality teen crap it's become. There's...music on 24-7. All sorts of music shows and concerts and...and...videos. All in HD, which is just fucking bonus, man. Watching the channel makes me feel like a dried-up plant that's being watered just before it's too late. Good gawd, music.
That said, I love Daughtry's music, but some acts aren't meant to be seen up-close and personal in HD. Chris Daughtry is a giant...head. With too lovely eyes and an oddly trimmed beard that looks like a vaguely phallic canvas on his big, big head.
Taylor Swift almost had me. Her simple pop songs are infectious and they're played relentlessly and she allllllmost had me. Until the Grammys, that is. It really wasn't how poorly she sang as much as the fact that her executive producer on Fearless had to go and piss off Kelly Clarkson. Because when Kelly speaks, I listen, people. Well, Kelly and Pink. Because girls half my age have it way more together than me. Plus, I can't help but think that they helped me dodge a Swift bullet.
Ok, I know Disney teen queens Demi Lovato and Selena Gomez are best friends in Real Life, but look at their album covers from last year: Demi, Selena. What's with the odd lips, ladies? Did you guys make a pact or lose bets to each other? YUG. That said, Selena's "Naturally" is a better song than a lot of what Lovato's put out. I want to like Lovato's music, I really, do, but...she's trying too hard. And it comes out in the sound to me.
I spent the day with my stomach hurting, watching ABCFamily and getting weepy. I think I've finally figured out the Disney obsession - yeah, the stories are simple and feel-good, but, more than that, it's the fact that parents openly love their children. It's utterly fascinating to me, especially the adoring fathers. My father was an idiot, letting us get away from him with his living zombie routine, but nothing I could have ever done would have woken him up. It was on him, and he missed out. I did, too, but you can't get blood from a stone. Plus, you know, I didn't get to watch a lot of feel-good TV growing up. Maybe I would have gotten the Disney thing out of me earlier, otherwise.
(Tip for Valentine's day: Don't send ProFlowers if you can afford to send something nicer or pick something up. Those things come completely wild. You have to free them from the packaging - of which there is a ton - pull off petals, cut them, trim leaves left on too low - they're work. And if you receive them at your office, it will take you serious time and mess to prep them for display, especially if you only have a bathroom in which to work. Remember, most people are not natural florists or flower-arrangers, which is what ProFlowers expects you to be to make a bouquet look like it does in their ads. Also, the flowers die more quickly than prepared flowers, I speak from multiple experiences. You'd be better off hitting the grocery store for a simple mix than sending ProFlowers.)
I haven't been watching professional figure skating for a long while now, but the TiVO did catch one for me and I sat through it. I'd forgotten how good those shows were for finding new and unique music. Rarely does the TiVO "figure skating" filter pick up stuff for me, but maybe I'll have to troll around the guide for a few more, if only to fast-forward for the music.
I've read a bunch of my BL mangas while being sick. I kind of want to leave some Amazon reviews, but there's a BL Nazi (can I say that anymore? Nazi? Or has it become un-PC? It's so descriptive of how this person acts) that hangs around Amazon and jumps all over any reviews she doesn't agree with, especially ones that are critical of anything she sees as BDSM. Of course, she has no real understanding of BDSM, categorizing anything vaguely hardcore, violent and/or with bondage as BDSM, but she writes and writes and writes until you just don't want to deal with her anymore. A bully through word count, if you will. Honestly, there are a lot of people who are word-count bullies on the Internet, but this is my first experience with one bullying me. She writes in circles. I could give her an education on BDSM, but something tells me she would just tell me I'm wrong in no less than the maximum character limit on Amazon. I suppose not reviewing is letting her win, but I'll have to choose my timing, then. Need to gather my energy and focus to face the word pummeling.
Superbowl tomorrow. Go Colts! I might open this window and share some random thoughts. I wish we could be with live friends, but I can't share these germs just yet. We have plans to see everyone next weekend for brunch, which will just have to do.