shake it out
I’m not a religious woman. I have spiritual beliefs that I really only discuss with less than a handful of people, but they don’t drive my daily life. Sometimes, though, I do think that something otherworldly feels the need to bubble forth and give us all a small wink and a nod to let us know that we’re all going to be alright. This song, from one of my favorite artists, was released on my mother’s birthday. “It’s always darkest before the dawn.”
two years
stains
There was this dog on Animal Planet’s It’s Me or the Dog named Stains. I don’t know why his name is Stains, but let’s roll with it. Stains became a meme basically as soon as this episode airs because of one short clip:
He’s absolutely transfixed by those cupcakes to the point where nothing else matters at all. Sometimes, I know that feeling. I touched on it a bit in the last post, but as I sit here after having spent a solid hour going through SNSD YouTube videos and Wiki pages and sharing my findings with a rather uninterested Kat, it dawned on me that from time to time, I become Stains.
If I’m on the hunt for something, I drop conversations. I forgo eating. I won’t even get up to go to the bathroom until it’s near-emergency point. I absolutely have to find what it is I’m looking for in order to feel fulfilled. If I’m following links, I have to click them all. Leave no stone unturned. It’s all-consuming. It’s exhausting.
It’s part of why I’m a font of useless trivia. I amass knowledge from these random moments of feverish searching. I’m fairly certain by now, this knowledge has pushed out important facts like my phone number. Still, I’d make a hell of a Jeopardy! contestant.
In conclusion, I just lost about three days immersing myself in all things SHINee. I’m not even sure how that happened.
thriller dooby doo
I realize I’ve had an appallingly small amount of things to say about fashion and/or assburgers, but I’m kind of in the midst of freaking the hell out about my future and trying to prepare for a move, so you’ll have to excuse me. To make up for it, I’ll share a video Kat sent me to cheer me up. It’s Thriller. Plus Scooby Doo. So, automatically awesome. Enjoy!
one year
A year ago today, something happened. The King of Pop, Michael Jackson, passed away. I didn’t really feel much that day; I remember that I’d been told he was dead and I kind of shrugged it off. I mean, people like Michael don’t die, right? Besides, that summer had already claimed an amazing array of people, so it felt a bit more like some kind of sick joke than the truth. Then more and more reports came in that it was true, and I was a bit stunned. I wrote extensively about my experiences with Michael on a couple of Livejournal communities that I was once a part of/in charge of, as well as on the Michael Jackson Tribute Portrait website (I’m dot number 1206!), so I won’t go into it here. I will say that Michael and his music were a large part of my childhood, and now a large part of my adulthood, and I’m deeply saddened by the loss. I hope that more people come to realize just how scary media influence can be in public opinion of a star, and I hope the tides change. Regardless of your personal preference for his music, it’s undeniable that he basically changed the entire pop music game plan, and that, if you choose to remember nothing else, should be remembered. We miss you, Michael, and we love you more.
P.S. Crazy Fountain Boy is better than Thrusty McDancepants. Always. Just sayin’.
