Showing posts with label heebie jeebies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heebie jeebies. Show all posts
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Noriega Deposed
Mitt Romney now Danny Noriega, the only contestant man enough to stand up to Simon. Not satisfied with his elimination from American Idol, the federal government has jailed Danny on charges of drug trafficking, racketeering, and money laundering. This is the world we live, where the masses are incapable of recognizing the exceptional. It's like the year of the rat is gnawing on my capacitor of hope. I expect to wake-up tomorrow and learn Gossip Girl has been canceled.
Labels:
american idol,
danny noriega,
gossip girl,
heebie jeebies,
politics,
romney
Monday, February 18, 2008
Cut Me Baby One More Time
I got a haircut today. That makes ten in the last six months. It's not that I like changing my hair style, I just enjoy the whole beauty parlor experience. The smell, the conversation, the click click click of the scissors. The guy I'm currently dating says its more than that, something closer to a fetish, insinuating that hairdressers give me the heebie jeebies. He says he started shaving his head just to avoid having to 'waste' time at a barber shop. I think he is the one with a problem.
Monday, February 11, 2008
John McCain at the Grammys
Every year I intend to watch the Grammys and every year I forget until it is almost two-thirds over. But God loves me anyway, for not two minutes after tuning in did Lang Lang appear. Heebie Jeebies Heebie Jeebies! I'm not sure who the boring black guy playing with him was and that orchestra was totally unnecessary. Nevertheless, Lang Lang's performance was definitely the highlight of the show, much of which did not make much sense. Why, for example, was John McCain there playing "Great Balls of Fire"? And who was the black guy wearing mascara sitting behind him? It definitely wasn't Barack.
Labels:
grammy,
heebie jeebies,
john mccain,
lang lang,
music
Friday, February 8, 2008
Lang Lang Love
I came across this NY Times article dishing any pianist who doesn't sit immobile like a good catholic girl in Sister Ratchet's class. The main object of ire is Chinese pianist extraordinaire Lang Lang who the author infers is sacrificing the music for the theatrics. But witness Lang Lang's passion and then tell me he doesn't give you the heebie jeebies down below. This coming from a good catholic girl.
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