Happy President’s Day weekend. I feel like crap. More on this later.
I’ll be starting a new thing around here called “The Randomness,” which spotlights my take on various happenings in this world, or at least parts of this world that I’m interested in (because NASDAQ and Uzbekistan politics ain’t sexy to me). Mostly sports, fashion, entertainment stuff, and whatever else I happen to ramble about. I originally wanted to call it something fancy, like “Pastiche”–meaning “an artistic work consisting of a medley of pieces taken from various sources” in the Oxford dictionary. But not only will these pieces not be artistic (I’m warning you), but I’m not that pretentious.
And if any of my writing here sounds a little off, blame it on this cold I currently have. I have no idea where I got it from; I’m thinking it may have started when I went to my favorite Korean spa in Santa Clara a couple weeks ago, and encountered some old Korean women coughing without covering their mouths. (Gross.) But if that was the case, then I would have felt like crap two weeks ago instead of now. This shit started middle of last week, and my sinuses and throat were in hell the past three days. It’s even worse for me considering my job as a CMT, and I see people and work on their bodies four days a week. I hope I’ve gotten no one sick. Thankfully, I’ve gotten ahold of some
methamphetamine Pseudoephedrine medicine lately, and that better work!
You know what’s weird? Every time I tune into the Olympics, there’s always some curling event going on. I’m trying to figure out the deal in this sport. It’s both boring for me to not watch it entirely, yet distracting enough for me to occasionally catch a glance of it for the hell of it. Now, if they brought back those crazy curling pants from four years ago…
So who didn’t find that men’s hockey game between USA and Russia impressive? Or at least the shootout part of it? Didn’t know you can use the same player more than once in a shootout in Olympic hockey.
Speaking of the sport, am I a heinous traitor for secretly rooting for Team Canada? My reason?
That smile. That charm. That’s Sidney Crosby, perennial crush object of mine. Look him up, and then you won’t blame me.
By the way, whenever I see that stupid Geico commercial featuring that annoying pig, I seriously want someone to turn that thing into bacon. I think it’s more exciting that a plate of bacon sells me car insurance. The bacon doesn’t need to talk or have cartoon eyes on it; just be cooked to a crisp, and maybe I’ll think about saving myself that 15 percent.
So I’ve been a Christina Aguilera fan for many years now, and have stuck with her through the good and not-so good times. I can’t say that every single move she’s made was to my liking (hello, Lady Gaga collaboration on “The Voice”). So when I found out that she got engaged this past V-day, as happy as I am for her, I hope this time it will work for her. It better! Once is enough for a divorce, and more so when you’re an entertainer with millions in the bank. Her man better be no gold-digger now!
Speaking of Christina, look who recently paid tribute to the former Dirrty One…
Let me set the record straight on Little Miss Miley: she actually appeals to me. In a “I’m-just-curious-over-this-nutty-girl-so-I-wanna-see-what-she’s-doing-now-just-for-LOLs” way. And I can’t believe I’m saying it, but I’ve always had a thing for unabashed trashy girls who do their own thing. I can’t say I’m the biggest fan of her work–more like a distant admirer of her. I’ve heard only three of her songs, and they’re not bad, to be honest. (Though I’d rather still listen to, oh, Bikini Kill over her.) I also wish she wasn’t so contradicting; hearing her say “guys watch too much porn” and then doing acts that’s borderline-porn on-stage does not make her a real rebel girl. I guess what makes Miley appealing to me is that in a sea of pop tarts playing it safe and cute, here’s this girl sticking her tongue out–and then some–to all that. That, and she’s not being pretentious and haughty about her work, like some of her counterparts. (At least she’s not saying stuff like “I can see music from these eyes…” or “my music is true art from this divine soul.”) She’s unafraid to play the sinner being bashed by the saints that, I think, secretly digs her outrageousness. Besides, anyone that takes the spotlight away from Gaga (and bashes her, too!) is someone I can hang with. I’m not really worried over her current antics–just as long as it’s all her and no one is holding a gun to her head. Though I’m curious as to how she’ll handle herself after this latest incarnation. Will she do something new, something perhaps more mature and less crazy and succeed with it? Or will she die by the twerk and have trouble breaking out of her current image, and fall into a pit of despair a la Lohan and Bieber? Guess time will tell. What I’d like to see from her? Jet black hair. She’d look vampy with it. Then I may be a less distant admirer of her.
I miss “Reno 911!” on TV. And “Married With Children.” And high-cut bikini bottoms. They don’t have to be on TV. Today’s bikini bottoms are ugly.
Three of my favorite words right now: lucid, reductive (ha), and (yes) pastiche.
Look! I’ve reached five posts here! Party time!!!!!