Monthly Archives: June 2004

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Pop Whore

Most of you know that I have a guilty obsession with pop music, R&B, and Hip Hop. I usually can be caught listening to KUBE with the occasional station surfing for a terrible pop song to sing along with. I am the first to admit making mixes of Britney, Christina, and Justin, with a little J-LO, Missy, and Eminem to funk it up.

Part of how I get my fix is listening to Launch and letting songs just come on and sometime become inspired to investigate the cheesy sounding new artists. When something sounds like it might be trying to be the next big pop star, I’ll watch their videos on Launch and then decide if I think they are going to make it or not. Really, it’s like a car crash for me. I just can’t help but watch the videos. I admit I am like everyone else and like looking at the girls/women, but I am also fascinated by the idea behind these paper doll cut out creations of pop stars.

So…I came home tonight after work and XGym and wanted to treat myself to some computer time. I opened Launch up to play in the background and there was a “HOT NEW ARTIST” picture and video. So I played the video. Oh…my…god. Pure crap. What the hell? So at least the songs for some of the aforementioned pop artists are catchy and the dancing was good…or adequate…and sometimes the singing is okay. But this one was just plain unexplainable. I just kept wondering what made someone decide this teenager would be the next teen idol? There is nothing outstanding about her and she can’t even fake being hip hop, even though she tries with her gestures and pronunciation.

I’m talking about Jo-Jo. Apparently she’s done an ‘amazing’ remake of the ‘power ballad’ “Weak.” Now if you remember this was a song that came out in 1993 by a flash in the pan group called SWV. Gimme a break.

Then as soon as that video ended, lo and behold, Jessica Simpson’s little sister came on with her new video. Pop music never ceases to amaze me with it’s randomness in who they decide to promote and what crap makes it to the charts. But then again, if you check back with me in a year, I’ll probably have all of Jo-Jo’s and Ashlee Simpson’s music in my ITunes.

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Shark Porn

Today I called in sick to work for the first time since I got this job. There was one other day I was sick before, but in that case I left work part way through the day. I am fighting off a sore throat and wanted to make sure I rested up and got better so that when I teach tomorrow I wouldn’t lose my voice. What I used to do to beat colds was pump up on Vitamin C and Zinc, but now it’s having a bad effect on me.

I remembered that the last time I took the vitamins without food I got really nauseous. So this time I took them with my lunch. Didn’t matter. I ended up puking most of the afternoon. Needless to say this didn’t help my throat.

But you’re all probably wondering about the title of my post. Basically what I did with my day was go through my TiVo and watch all the things I had taped so I could delete them and make room for more. (Although for a sidenote here, I haven’t been watching as much TV as I used to and I’m pretty happy about that.) One of the things I had taped was called “Shark Attack 3: Megalodon” which is your typical shark movie.

I was going to just delete it, but I really wanted to see specific parts. I decided to fast-forward through the whole thing and just watch all the shark attack scenes. When I reached the well written and extremely plausible scene where the shark bites a hold of a parasailers cord and flies them out to sea and then swims deep to pull her out of the sky and into the water, I thought to myself, “Wow, this is just like porn? I’m just fast forwarding to the good stuff.”

Among other things I’ve taped over the last few months, which I may watch today or at least fast forward through:
-In the Company of Men
-A Chorus Line
-Many “Reno 911” episodes
-Mr. Show with Bob and David
-Colonial House
-The Office
-Arrested Development
-Doing Time on Maple Drive
-Strawberry Shortcake’s Adventure
-The Irish Tenors
-Law & Order: SVU
And numerous other things that taped accidentally because I thought I was taping something else. In all, lots of crap. Cheers.

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Alright Already!

So let’s get right to it, shall we? I’m a lousy blogger and it’s been more fun just seeing what Kris would put up instead of the inane garble that I was posting.

I was trying to explain to numerous people recently that I haven’t been able to blog because I am FINALLY bored with myself. This is not to say that I haven’t been living an interesting life or having amazing times with people.

Things I’ve done in my blogging absence:
* Went to my first Demolition Derby and LOVED it.
* Went kite-flying for the first time while on Bainbridge and then again at Golden Gardens. Consider me hooked.
* Ran the entire one mile fun run for Beat the Bridge (big deal since I don’t run) and raised $355 for it (thanks everyone)!
* Saw Gloria Steinem speak at the Seattle Center.
* Went out on the Fremont canal in an inflatable raft on a beautful sunny day.
* Went kayaking on Lake Union in the middle of the week on an equally beautiful day, sipping the whiskey from a flask as I went.
* Went up to Whidbey Island and spent an almost flawless visit with my parents AND sisters.
* Learned how to make Chicken Tetrazinni under both sisters’ tutelage.
* Actually made, ate, and enjoyed pizza (the real tomato pie kind like my Dad used to get at DeLorenzos when he was a kid in Jersey ).
* Caught up with the latest cultures, specifically pop culture, by seeing the new Harry Potter with Scott and Maddy as well as Donnie Darko’s Director’s Cut with Johnny Peel and friends.
* Repaired yet another flat tire.
* Attended (and assisted a bit) at our Act of Giving Fundraiser.
* Hung out with Johnny and friends all weekend, ate an amazing homemade Indian Meal prepare by Mark, and saw the Mariners game.
* Am hosting book club tomorrow night.

Still, I just can’t seem to believe that it would translate over to blog world well enough to be of interest to anyone. Secondly, if I were to write about what’s going on in the world (as some may suggest instead of the idea of writing about myself) wouldn’t I really just be writing about my interpretation of what’s going on in the world? Therefore, again focusing on me?

I know, I know. That’s what a good deal of blogging is; narcissism (as many anti-bloggers like to tell me). And I am all for the display of it in blog form. I love blogs. I love reading them, commenting on them, and sometimes writing them. But what has happened is I have been disinterested in myself so every time I sit down to post, I can’t seem to type anything. Does any of this make sense? We all must go through it at some time.

And now I have blogged instead of running to the store for more supplies for tomorrow night’s book club, or finishing the last book of the four, or cleaning up from the bit of dinner I made for tomorrow, or tidying up my room. What I have managed to do is drink a few glasses of wine. Now I have a headache…

…ah yes, and a blog entry. 🙂

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And In the News Today

Well, my all-time favorite Secretary of the Treasury, Donald Regan, finally passed, or so I hear from the nuns on the bus. “He who signed the money” is perhaps as he’ll be known. Reuters is reporting that he died with love in his eyes, though for all I know, it might have been nickels or cigarettes. If he hadn’t dumped his first wife, Jane Wyman, maybe he would’ve garnered a third term. But now that he moved to Bhutan, the world may never know.

Some people have lately been asking me about my name. Well, I think I’ll tell you, because it’s better than eating pizza: “Katie” means one who Ks, as in “that Donald Regan, when he was in the gubment, he was such a Katie—I mean, did you see his socks?” I personally am not a Katie, except that’s my name, but I do like the fashion. Toft means “hillock.” Really, it does, you can look it up . . . I guess this means that I often K on the hillocks, though that’s not really true. I don’t ever go to the mountains, except when I fly over them, but usually I’m listening to Ani and Tori and reading Clive and thinking about Charles, so I don’t look at the hillocks. Or think about my name. I don’t know what K-ing is, by the way, except that Katies have good socks. Did you ever see Donald Regan’s?

Ok, tally-ho, cheers. I’m going to eat some sushi and watch Buffy and order room service.

Kisses,
Katie