MonthDecember 2006

The Bitch of Living

Last nite I picked up the cd for the new musical “Spring Awakening” — the one that just opened on Broadway to a $2 million advanced sales earning. The music is by Duncan Shiek and is very poppy. I know that some people will shit bricks over me saying this — but some of the music reminds me a bit of …. …. ….. Footloose The Musical. I’m thinking it’s more the singing than the actual music tho.

After a while, the songs all start to sound the same — and some of the songs (“Totally Fucked” in particular) seem to drop cuss words as a gimmick rather than really enhancing the song.

Then again, I’ve only listened to the whole cd once. It’s not bad tho. Could be a lot worse. Of course, if you’re looking for a typical musical theatre cast recording, this is not what you’re looking for. Unless you loved Rent. Then you’ll prolly love this.

On Religion, Culture, Holidays, and Generate Offense (or “Get Over Yourself”)

David and I had lunch today at a little pizza place that serves some damned good calzones (best I’ve ever had, actually). The restaurant had FOX News playing on the TVs and I almost made myself dizzy from rolling my eyes as much as I did while listening to their bullshit commentary.

They featured two stories — one was based on this little internet video — and they actually showed part of the video on the air.

The look on the faces of the lady anchor’s face was amusing alone — and she comes back with how “disgusted” she is. And then she proceeds to go off on some rant about how children are forgetting the meaning of Christmas, Christ’s birth, etc. We heard Christ-this, Christ-that for the next 10 minutes.

Ya know, if people would just try to be a little more understanding and a lot less stand-off-ish, the world would be a much happier place. The time spent on fighting whether or not a sculpture of a bible can be displayed in a court house could also be used to take a child predator off the streets, raise money for educational programs, or some other form of social betterment. Just because there is a symbol of religion does not mean that you are expected to fall to know your knees and cry, “O Jehova!” Have to view a religious symbol that does not fall in line with your own personal beliefs is not offensive, so get over yourself. If you have a problem with the nativity scene on your neighbor’s yard, put up a plastic buddha. Or better yet — ignore it and go bake some cookies to give to your neighbor as a holiday gift.

People, really — Christmas isn’t any different than Thanksgiving or Halloween or Valentine’s Day. It’s a social holiday that one religion has chosen to mark with spiritual significance. And just because you don’t believe in the religious dogma that is involved with “Christmas” doesn’t mean that you can’t participate in peace, cheer, and making the world a better place. So again, get over yourself.

I hear so often, “I don’t celebrate Christmas.” Then don’t celebrate Christmas — enjoy the season, the trees and lights, the gift giving (and receiving). Separate religion from day if you must. Just because it happens to say “Christ” in the word doesn’t have to have a significant weight if you don’t want it to. I mean, if you’re pagan, would you name your kid Christopher? Or is that taboo because it has the word Christ in it?

My point in all this — If you would spend the time being a little less offended, you might actually enjoy the holiday season and maybe possibly make the world a slightly more peaceful place.

So there. Merry fucking Christmas.

Gwen In a Lonely Goatherd

Driving to the office in the morning is such a chore for me. It takes between 45 minutes and hour (depending on the government dictated stupidity level for the day). During that trek I see a lot of people talking on their phones, putting on makeup, brushing their hair, picking their nose, and even plucking eyebrows. I don’t take the time to primp in the car because I know that once I leave my house, there isn’t a strong liklihood that what I have attempted to do to make myself look presentable can get any better, particularly sitting behind in a steering wheel with a 2 inch mirror. (It’s no wonder there are so many ugly people in corporate America.) Anyway, I usually take the time in the car to listen to music or NPR. It gives me a chance to really preview new music and make a good qualified judgement on its merits.

This morning: Gwen Stefani’s new album: The Sweet Escape.

I read an article a few days ago about how she used snippets from The Sound of Music’s “The Lonely Goatherd” in one of her songs, and I have to admit that curiosity got the best of me. So I pop in the cd and almost instantly my jaw dropped in utter disbelief. That was the most cracked out attempt at music I’d ever heard. Trying to milk the success from “If I Were A Rich Girl” which used the theme from The Fiddler On The Roof, she decided to go with something equally as well-known. Except that she — or someone else — yodels.

Now stop for a minute and picture all our highly responsible and well-behaved youth of America who pop this cd in, think it’s fabulous just because it’s Gwen Stefani, and then start to yodel in their car with cd. Of course they wouldn’t be caught doing it in public — but my, oh my — if I were a fly on the wall…

The rest of the cd is boring as hell and it sounds like someone got way to excited about their drum samples. The point is — if you take away the drum samples and the gimicks borrowed from other music, you have … well … something FROM a goatherd. And a whole lot of it. And even the songs that were at least a little fun — I found myself AFTER the song was over singing “my hump, my hump my hump my hump …” So tell me what that means.

I most certainly wouldn’t recommend wasting your money on this drek and drivel. If you want to hear some yodeling, and see some goats, go to Austria or watch The Sound of Music. (Or shit — listen to Jewel, doesn’t she yodel?)

Catching Up

I can’t believe it’s almost the end of the year. Time is going by at an insanely rapid pace. And someone, it seems, forgot to read the obligatory “Please keep hands, feet, and limbs inside the car at all times until the car comes to a complete stop” announcement. Seems like the last month has been a bundle of bumps — and really, all I want to do is crawl back under the covers and sleep for a bit.

30 is just around the corner for me. I haven’t given the idea of turning 30 a whole lot of thought … I mean, it seems that 30 is like early retirement, some sort of social stigma. You are now included in the 30-39 age bracket on personal ads, and people specify that they are looking for 29 and under. But at the same time — 30 brings “maturity” and is like the prime of my career, right? Right? RIGHT!? (Looking for validation here, people.)

I recently ended a relationship with a certain guy who was very nice and treated me well. There’s some lingering guilt because I wasn’t as vested in it as he was — and it was becoming rather evident that he was becoming more and more serious. I just wasn’t ready for it. And so I decided friends would be better — which has that magical translation of “don’t ever talk to me again,” because that’s exactly what has happened. He has nothing to do with me. I hate having to hurt people. But at the same time, I didn’t really feel it was fair to him. So there you have it.

And now I’m single again — and as much as I hate it, and as much as I don’t understand it — I still have this inner-feeling like I need to be with someone. And I hate it. Because the only people I want are either taken or not interested. Not that makes any difference whatsoever — because the point of it all is that I don’t belong in a relationship at all.

I sorta miss the friendships I had in college where we’d do everything together and truly enjoyed each other’s company — with no physical involvement at all. It was no bullshit. None of were in a committed relationship — we just hung out and did stuff. And i REALLY miss that. REALLY miss having that person to pal around with.

So …

I bought a cat instead.

Not that he’ll pal around with me. But he lurves me and depends on me. So he (Kidaj) is my new make-believe boyfriend. At least he watches TV and pretends to understand what is happening.

Let’s see … I got all my Christmas shopping finished before Halloween and I’ve been wrapping gifts ever since. Almost done. And … if you don’t get a gift from me this year, well … well, I guess you shouldn’t have been such a bitch, huh. 😛

Anyway — i think this post has turned someone cynical, so i think i should stop now before it gets worse. 😛

Will write again soon …

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