Ah Bugger

The vapid utterings of a neurotic mind.

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Thursday, March 31, 2005

After this, a moment of silence.

Michael Schiavo wants an autopsy to be performed on Terri’s body because I’ll bet it is a necessity to get the money from the insurance companies. If this man gets rich from this woman’s death, he should be starved for 13 days. Couldn’t they have at least admitted what they were doing and eased her into death a bit by smothering her with a pillow? At least then her murder would have been quicker. I can’t believe that no one looks at Michael Schiavo as a villain. He would not even let her family be with her as she died. It’s like he abducted her and they are not the ones he wants the ransom from. Now that he has gotten his way, he can’t even let her family bury her body near them to visit her burial place. Does anyone believe that he will put flowers on her grave?
Maybe I am wrong. Maybe he really did love her and wanted the best for her. Maybe he truly thought that she would not get better and desperately wanted a family. Maybe a situation like this can’t help but get ugly. I don’t know. I do think that the family really did love her and his keeping them from her in her last moments is beyond cruel. What if the autopsy shows that she was cognizant of her surroundings? How will people reconcile what they have done? I don’t know what they will find in her autopsy, but I don’t understand how anyone can find starving someone to death acceptable.

But there will always be Simon.

The guy (Jaded Journalist) who writes the American Idol recaps on http://www.idolonfox.com/, while funny, is very slow to update his page. I want to make comments on the final 10 members of the elite crew aiming to become “Our Next American Idol!” Be aware that most are going to be nasty, but I don’t care. I am not in the mood to be a kind person. Besides, I think if you go on a show like American Idol, you have to expect people to be critiquing every aspect of you. (Forgive me; I am a bit moody today. I may feel bad about being a jackass later, but I am not going to think about that now.)
Let’s start out alphabetically by their first names.

Anthony Federov: The Ukrainian throat operation survivor. He needs a haircut, or at least some product in his hair. That weird cherubic hairstyle did not look good on the yuppies in the 80’s when it was considered fashionable and it certainly does not look good on him. Now, I understand that he is from the Eastern Bloc and I do enjoy watching the pop concerts that they show on MHZ from Russia. But he has lived in the States long enough. He annoys me. I hate his choices of crappy pop ballads. Time to go, Anatoli.

Anwar Robinson: He is 25. He looks really old to me for some reason. He seems very gentle, but a bit too schmaltzy for me. He also always looks a bit like he does not really know what’s going on, but he’ll go along for the ride. I was surprised to see him in the bottom three this week. This guy is unimposing.

Bo Bice: I think he is great. He has stage presence and radiates a sense of self that makes him fun to watch. He also picks songs that I like and sings them well. I think he will go far. I predict 2nd.

Carrie Underwood: Oh Carrie. So cute and sweet. Naïve, but not stupid. Soo pretty. Great voice. Weird decisions regarding hairstyles, though. Can someone take her aside and give a couple of hints? I am sure they have stylists on that show, though by looking at Paula…maybe not… Carrie will win and she will be a big star. Alas, maybe her fame will come in the country music industry. I am not a big country music fan.

Constantine Maroulis: Really tall. Weird vibrato. Ugly hair. Calls himself a rocker yet seems to always be singing non-rocker songs like “I think I love you” by the Partridge Family..? What is up with the chin fat? Quit kicking. It’s not rock n’roll. It’s just weird. Get a hair cut and stop wearing those jeans. I did not want to get to know you that well.

Jessica Sierra: Was voted off last night. I was actually kind of surprised. They have voted off three of the six girls. What’s up with that? This one could sing. She looks like she is going to weigh 300 pounds by the time she is a grown up, but she has an awesome voice. Oh well. Bye Jessica. Bye half blonde, half black hair. Bye weird mouth.

Nadia Turner: I totally dug her at first, though when she smiles, I become afraid. She looks just like the Joker in the Batman movie. And she totally misses the point of the songs. She wore a Mohawk to sing Time After Time. Now I may be a bit biased as Cyndi Lauper was my idol growing up, but Time After Time is not a song to sing grinning and prancing around for the cameras. Nadia does not grasp that there are words to songs, and these words have meanings and a good singer reflects that in the way they sing. She has been in the bottom three for two weeks. I predict she is gone within two weeks.

Nikko Smith: He is from Town & Country, MO…. There is a town called Town & Country…? Seriously? Or did he get confused when filling out the paperwork for the show? This is baseball great Ozzie Smith’s kid. Maybe Ozzie is playing ball, because he is never in the audience. This kid was voted off before, and is back because Mario left due to that fact that he is gay/and or hitting on all the girls. (That’s what I heard.) I am not a fan, Nikko. I fast forward through your songs.

Scott Savol: Why did you sing Phil Collins? Why? I love that song, and now I have a bad experience with it. You look a bit like Scotty Bowman. (Sorry Scotty.) You have the worst attitude. I hope you do not because a celebrity on any level because you would not be a good role model for anyone. I do not like you. I do not like you one bit. I hope you leave soon.

Vonzell Solomon: Interesting. She seemed very boring to me at first. She seemed like a nice girl, but not a great singer. She seems to be growing with the show. It’s weird. I am not sure how I feel about her. I got nothing. But she ain’t gonna win.

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

I am chatty tonight.

I also took a test today to find out what kind of dog I am. (Please refrain yourself from making the obvious remarks here. That's not nice.) I, apparently, am an English Cocker Spaniel. Hmph. That was so not what I was thinking. I do not have a fondness in my heart for Cocker Spaniels. I do not like their fur, or their weepy eyes or the fact that they are so short. But hell, maybe I am a Cocker Spaniel. I do not like my hair, my weepy eyes or the fact that I am short. Damn.

Wanna take the test? Go to this website and click on "game" on the left side.

The English Cocker is merry and affectionate, of equable disposition, neither sluggish nor hyperactive, a willing worker and a faithful and engaging companion. ~ akc.org

I think EVERYBODY looks like ME!

I saw The Ring Two tonight and was glad, for one thing, that the movie theatre was mostly empty. I hate going to see scary movies when there are a ton of people seeing it with me. I saw Hide and Seek, and the slew of pre-pubescent monkeys sitting to my left shrieked at every intimation of fright. When I saw The Sixth Sense, the screams were ridiculous. Ok, the temperature went down.. SCREAM! Oh, the spooky music just played, better scream. Grr. But I don't want to talk about that. I want to talk about Naomi Watts. Oh, Naomi. How I loved you as a raven haired jet tech in Tank Girl. You were so sweet as a coed in Flirting. Mulholland Drive is still a movie that I could overanalyze for hours. But what is with the weird scared breathing? You do it all the time. Especially in The Ring. (Imagine you are cold and scared and are making sounds like huhhuhuhhuhuh deep in your throat. That's the sound she makes. Too often.) At one point in the movie, Naomi, I felt you were doing it just to mess with me. Just thought I would mention it.
Another thing: I have always thought myself to be somewhat similar to Naomi Watts in looks. Especially when my hair was the same color as hers. But I had heard from several people that I look a bit like Elizabeth Hurley, which I always thought had to be the Methadone speaking. Because they had to be on drugs to see that one. Well, watching Naomi work her craft, I totally saw some Elizabeth Hurley in her. So, maybe I am similar to both. Hmm. Watch out Avril... I am going to be examining you next. (That sounds dirty, but that's not what I mean, you freaks. I meant that Avril looks like I did as a teen.)

Pardon my lack of apathy

It is astounding how a case that gets media coverage can spark such intense conversation. Even more so that one can let themselves get all fired up about an issue affecting some stranger’s life. I can understand on the one hand that these situations, brought to our attention by some unfortunate soul, initiate thought about circumstances that might possibly, though hopefully never, affect us sometime in our own lifetime. But on the other, I, for example, get really emotionally involved. It is pretty clear how I feel about the Schiavo case. This is just an example of life to me. I don’t want to reiterate my thoughts on it, but I have had two conversations with people whose viewpoints differed from mine drastically and it really got me to thinking. Both conversations really pissed me off. Is it good to have a strong opinion, if when discussing it, causes such intense frustration? Are these kinds of conversations the foundation for change? Or is it better to keep your mouth shut on hot topics, especially when considering the fact that most people have no intentions of veering from their beliefs. Do people respect apathy over fervent convictions…?

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Top o' the tower, to ya.

I have a theory on religion. Those of you who have known me for a while have heard this theory before. Don't want to hear it again? Move along, little doggie...
Here we go...
There is a story in the bible about The Tower of Babel.
"Now the whole earth had one language and few words. And as men migrated from the east, they found a plain in the land of Shinar and settled there. And they said to one another, 'Come, let us make bricks, and burn them thoroughly.' And they had brick for stone, and bitumen for mortar. Then they said, 'Come, let us build ourselves a city, and a tower with its top in the heavens, and let us make a name for ourselves, lest we be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth.' And the LORD came down to see the city and the tower, which the sons of men had built. And the LORD said, 'Behold, they are one people, and they have all one language; and this is only the beginning of what they will do; and nothing that they propose to do will now be impossible for them. Come, let us go down, and there confuse their language, that they may not understand one another's speech.' So the LORD scattered them abroad from there over the face of all the earth, and they left off building the city.' Therefore its name was called Babel, because there the LORD confused the language of all the earth; and from there the LORD scattered them abroad over the face of all the earth." (Genesis 11:1-9)
So my theory is that God destroyed the tower as well. The one true and complete religion was a big round mirror at the top of this tower. When the tower fell, the mirror shattered and all the people took a piece of this mirror to whatever land they went to and there they tried to recreate the whole mirror (true religion) from their memories and the one sliver they took with them.
In short, I believe that all religions have a sliver of the one true religion. Some pieces of the original mirror are bigger than others and have a bit more of the original religion in them. I think that someday we will get it back together again. I think that the basic message of all organized religions is the same. Be good to yourself and be good to others.

Silence, please... except during the silence.

I took my mum to the symphony last week. It was Verdi's Requiem. Heavy stuff. The conductor had big floppy hair that he liked to flip wildy as he gesticulated towards the musicians. He was not unlike Sideshow Bob from the Simpsons.
People have funny symphony etiquette. The show was only about an hour and half, luckily. I think people would have gone insane. During the playing of music, no one dared move. As soon as there was silence, the entire auditorium developed a bug in their throats and felt obligated to cough. It was a caucophony of coughs, if you will. (I am the funniest person alive.) It was like two shows at once! (Do, I have to break this down? The Requiem was one show, and the coughing/movement was another. I know I am an ass. Can you like me anyway? Please?) All movement took place during the silences and the conductor would stand there will his hair aflame and his arms stretched wildly waiting for utter silence before he began to conduct. I truly believe the show would have been an hour had he had less patience. Me, I have a cold and I held my breath so that I would not cough and I only coughed when they hit the big drums. I thought I was doing it right. I guess I did not understand the apparent proper protocol was that the time to cough is during the silence. The Requiem also featured 4 opera singers. A soprano, an alto, a tenor (which I mistakenly keep typing as tenro) and a bass. Now, I was about 20 rows in and against the wall, but there was no one to block the bass's view of me. He looked at his book most of the time, but I am pretty sure he was checking me out. I distinctly saw him look at me and smile a bit. I am not delusional. He was not cute, but he can't help it that I am, right? Yeah, my mum thinks I am nuts, too. But I have to keep myself entertained somehow.