The other night, Josh, his brothers and I were driving to Castle Rock and the song "Heard it through the Grapevine" came on the radio. And I said hey I know this song, it's by the California Raisins! Josh's brother starts snickering and I go, "What," and then they inform me that it's COVERED by the California Raisins. It's not by them, it's by another band. And I was like, what? Why would the California Raisins cover this song? It was in their video, they were claymation and they sang it.
Josh says "The Raisins were a marketing ploy" and I said for WHAT? And he said "California..... Raisins. They covered a bunch of songs to sell raisins."
So I go, wait a freaking minute. I have the California Raisins claymation Christmas special, and it has the Raisins and a bunch of other claymations and they sing carols and it's like my most favorite Christmas memory, and you're telling me it was to sell raisins? And he goes "Yeah, pretty much."
And I was so horrified like, what are you talking about!? I watched that show every year, and the VHS is getting all loopy and the sound all warbly but the We 3 Kings is still my favorite because the camels get all funky and... it's to sell FOOD? "Next thing I know you'll be telling me my favorite cartoons were to sell things too," I said as I was washing my face the next morning.
"Well, the Transformers were made to sell cars" said Josh. "I know, NOW they are.. the movies are all product placement," I said. And Josh goes "Nooo.. back in the 80s they were designed to..." and I hissed "Shut your lying mouth!!!" And Josh smiled and started to say something else and I yelled "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!"
And he did leave, but he was laughing, because my childhood favorite shows were designed to sell me raisins, and cars.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Music
My husband is obsessed with music. And I'm not talking about the sort of obsession where you can go up and tell him "Hey I like MGMT and I really like jazz flute, can you recommend a new band? I mean, maybe he could do that but anyway. He's obsessed in the sense that he's always updating and tweaking his itunes library. First he went through this massive overhaul and added in all the album art *which was hard, because should he include this art from the Caddyshack compliation album, or the original artist album?" Once that was done, he added in album names, years made, etc. He could probably sort his playlists by year and get an exact chronological order of all of his music.
But the funniest part of all this is the fact that he updates mine too. I was downstairs playing an RPG for 2 hours, and I came upstairs and he said "Oh I started cleaning your library but the computer battery started beeping at me, so I plugged it in." I started going uh, what? And he said he was removing duplicates and getting rid of all the jazz, which he knows I hate. And I was like, why did you do that? (sort of laughing) and he said it's because I was harassing him and telling him he never shares music with me. He does, I tell him what I want and he gets it for me, but... I don't harass him for it. I merely claimed that I was going to hire him as my music manager, to constantly update my ipod with music that I would find to my interest and liking, and he goes off and begins cleaning my library like some cleaner fish on a sun fish in the ocean. I love it. I love him, and his musical ways. :)
But the funniest part of all this is the fact that he updates mine too. I was downstairs playing an RPG for 2 hours, and I came upstairs and he said "Oh I started cleaning your library but the computer battery started beeping at me, so I plugged it in." I started going uh, what? And he said he was removing duplicates and getting rid of all the jazz, which he knows I hate. And I was like, why did you do that? (sort of laughing) and he said it's because I was harassing him and telling him he never shares music with me. He does, I tell him what I want and he gets it for me, but... I don't harass him for it. I merely claimed that I was going to hire him as my music manager, to constantly update my ipod with music that I would find to my interest and liking, and he goes off and begins cleaning my library like some cleaner fish on a sun fish in the ocean. I love it. I love him, and his musical ways. :)
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Aerial Fabric, Take 2
I just got back from my second aerial fabric class. Because I can't just join a gym, I literally need to suspend myself from the ceiling with a kung fu death grip, and sheer willpower. My hands hurt much less this time, but I still found new and surprising ways to hurt myself. Well, not bad, but I am definitely discovering that hoisting my own body weight around while dangling from a ceiling is not easy.
Last week, I was just in for a ton of surprises. I got lost on the way there, drove around a lot, and when I finally found it I was like "oh that looks like a circus school, in the middle of a pitch black dirt road." I went inside, and there was literally caliope music playing while people did some insane fabric routine. A girl even dropped from the ceiling and caught herself, circus style. I just sort of stood there looking like the new girl when someone helped me out and showed me where I needed to be. This week, I still stood around awkwardly, but I at least had a general idea of what I needed to do, and I still almost died during the "warm up."
So, at the beginning of the class, the teacher has me climb up and down a few times. I can't even climb as well as I could in junior high. I mean, I'm climbing the EASY way, where I'm not hoisting with my arms, but reaching high on the fabric, scrunching my feet to my ass, and standing up on it. Anyway.
After that, she has me down on the ground and is demonstrating how to do a foot lock. It's really simple, conceptually. So she's standing on the ground, and kicks one leg up to it's perpendicular to the floor, and her toe is all pointed, and I thought "easy easy. I can do that. I bet my leg will look straight like that and my toe will be all pointed too."
No.
I kicked my leg up, and my leg was not beautiful and pointed, but bent - like a broken weathervane. Plus, my leg ass muscle cramped painfully, and as I was screaming inside I was smiling and saying yeah I'll give it a try! So I climbed up a bit, and tried to tie my leg, and I did it! But then I realized I'd need to hoist myself up, so I could hold my ass cramp leg out, to get the foot lock off..... I just stood there for a second and pretended to be mesmerized by the other class attendees, when really I was trying really hard to not just fall and let myself crumple on the ground.
Anyway class is over, I came home and went to take a shower, and noticed these red marks all down my torso. Basically it looks like I'm wearing a giant red thong that's pulled up to above my belly button - marks from hanging upside down in the fabric in a V, then hooking my leg back and circling it to my head. FLEXIBLE! At least I still bend that way.
Anyway it hurts but it makes me smile. I know I'll be sore again tomorrow (and most likely for the next 4 days) but it feels good to be doing something. And I like throwing it into casual conversation. "Oh me? I can't go tonight, I have circus school."
Last week, I was just in for a ton of surprises. I got lost on the way there, drove around a lot, and when I finally found it I was like "oh that looks like a circus school, in the middle of a pitch black dirt road." I went inside, and there was literally caliope music playing while people did some insane fabric routine. A girl even dropped from the ceiling and caught herself, circus style. I just sort of stood there looking like the new girl when someone helped me out and showed me where I needed to be. This week, I still stood around awkwardly, but I at least had a general idea of what I needed to do, and I still almost died during the "warm up."
So, at the beginning of the class, the teacher has me climb up and down a few times. I can't even climb as well as I could in junior high. I mean, I'm climbing the EASY way, where I'm not hoisting with my arms, but reaching high on the fabric, scrunching my feet to my ass, and standing up on it. Anyway.
After that, she has me down on the ground and is demonstrating how to do a foot lock. It's really simple, conceptually. So she's standing on the ground, and kicks one leg up to it's perpendicular to the floor, and her toe is all pointed, and I thought "easy easy. I can do that. I bet my leg will look straight like that and my toe will be all pointed too."
No.
I kicked my leg up, and my leg was not beautiful and pointed, but bent - like a broken weathervane. Plus, my leg ass muscle cramped painfully, and as I was screaming inside I was smiling and saying yeah I'll give it a try! So I climbed up a bit, and tried to tie my leg, and I did it! But then I realized I'd need to hoist myself up, so I could hold my ass cramp leg out, to get the foot lock off..... I just stood there for a second and pretended to be mesmerized by the other class attendees, when really I was trying really hard to not just fall and let myself crumple on the ground.
Anyway class is over, I came home and went to take a shower, and noticed these red marks all down my torso. Basically it looks like I'm wearing a giant red thong that's pulled up to above my belly button - marks from hanging upside down in the fabric in a V, then hooking my leg back and circling it to my head. FLEXIBLE! At least I still bend that way.
Anyway it hurts but it makes me smile. I know I'll be sore again tomorrow (and most likely for the next 4 days) but it feels good to be doing something. And I like throwing it into casual conversation. "Oh me? I can't go tonight, I have circus school."
Indecision
I've posted on the same blog since 2001, and then I was enticed to THIS blog company by the ability to post pictures, and all that neat stuff. Then I assumed no one would see this, so I switched back to the old one, to realize that the only two people who read it never commented or anything. For some reason, I stopped letting people know when I updated my blog, probably when I switched from MySpace to Facebook. Maybe I only want a few people to know about my blog. Maybe I'm paranoid that I'm so fantastic that these posts might make the internet explode, I don't know.
I know this is totally random but, it sort of pains me to have two blogs. Like, I need to choose one and have that be that. But I don't make simple decisions like this easily. Take, for example, the other day when I realized that since I quit using a certain daytime infomercial acne empire face wash, my skin has gotten a bit worse than normal. And a bit worse means "a few marks here and there" and I absolutely cannot handle this because all through high school, I had probably the worst skin on the planet. Like, guys told me they liked me and my first thought was "why." Anyway, I immediately went online and bought said skin empire product, and posted a Craigslist ad to sell my Clarisonic, which I sent nuts for and bought in April.
But, I'm not ready to give up the Clarisonic, and I was turned off by the pushy people who were demanding to know how much the replacement brush heads were. So, I deleted my Criaglist ad, bought the skin empire, and will figure out how to use both, because I love them both. I can split my skin care system, but I definitely can't split my blog life, so which do I choose?
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