- Is this what Nickelodeon meant by salute your shorts?
Here’s the sitch…
There once was a girl back in high school that straight-up annoyed the piss out of me. She was in a handful of classes, she was on pom, and again – her voice, her slouch, and her demeanor grated on me. So of course I developed a crush on her. Call it “thin line between love and hate”… I call it dysfunctional. And I’m afraid the same thing is happening with Heidi Montag… I think. It’s all so confusing this thing called love lust indifference love.
Let me say this: I-should-not-know-who-this-person-is. I should not know the names Lauren Conrad, Audrina Patridge (when she has NSFW pix like this and this it’s hard not to), and Spencer Pratt because I do not watch MTV. I am not “The Hills” target audience, yet I read blogs with similar sentiments about the cast and show, and lo and behold – I’m savvy.
Is this how she sleeps? Uncomfortable...
So I guess what I’m asking Santa for a divorce proceeding between my dear sweet Heidi and that douchenozzle, Spencer. By the time the paperwork’s filed, I may no longer want to be with her, but at least she’ll be available if I change my mind. Bonus: she’ll be free of the douchenozzle.
P.S. Does she do anything other than hang out in a bikini? The answer is yes – she sings in a bikini, too.
(SIDENOTE: Heidi, I could have directed a video at least TWICE as good as your boy did.)
The posts where I bitch about music never seem to go over too well, but since people aren’t always in the car with me when some annoying song comes on (and I often forget to bring it up later), I now have this forum to gripe. And gripe I will (my apologies if you don’t care, but press on because you may agree).
The theme for this short list is Annoying Repetition. Before you get in an uproar saying all music is repetitive, I’m talking more about the hooks that cycle throughout the song and seem to go nowhere fast. They feel incomplete and prod at the mind and soul and I’m being melodramatic. Songs can be super-repetitive and work. Take Green Day’s Brain Stew as a positive example.
But some songs set out to destroy ear drums. Mobile’s The Killer is the latest entry into the mix, and what ultimately prompted this disdainful account. (To note: I would have embedded the video if Universal wasn’t a bunch of douchenozzles.) Aside from the whining, winding musical arrangement, the “yeah-yeah’s” dispersed in the track make me think of Bono on “South Park” as he walks through a poor village singing “hello-hello” and “yeah-yeah” (it’s his special brand of helping).
I know there are other recent examples like Britney Spears’ Womanizer or tATu’s All the Things She Said, but they’re radio pop and to call it crap is an understatement. On the other hand, these kinds of songs are programmed to be catchy and get stuck in your head, and they do it quite well. Just the mere mention of the titles might cause earworms.
Before I go, I have two other odd entries: a couple songs of yesteryear that when I catch wind of them, they spiral me into a rage. One is John Mellencamp’s Wild Night and the other is 24 Gone’s Girl of Colours (video below). At least Shana Zadrick is in the Coug’s video. Too bad I didn’t know about her in the 90’s (I was in love with Laetitia Casta at the time.)
This just screams porno stash.
I only recently found out (courtesy of Year in Review lists all over the TripleDoubleYou) that Polaroid Instant Cameras went the way of Zima and no longer exist.
How can there be a world without “shake it like a Polaroid picture?” Digital photography does not cut it in the kinky department (so I’ve been lead to believe by my imagination). The iconic white frame and bleeding colors are a staple of perverts everywhere.
I just don’t know if I can handle such a loss. Why did I have to even find those stupid lists? I could have gone the rest of my life and been happy not knowing that Polaroid didn’t exist anymore. Now that this nugget of information has permeated my noggin, my nostalgia for other bygone products grows. VCR’s, cassette tapes, record players, sundials… what’s next? CD’s and DVD’s? Wait a minute! They really are next?
Well at least my iPod and TiVo will never leave me.