Greetings from the back room!!!
No, just kidding. I've only been back there recently to acquire titles. We received a shipment of new titles a couple weeks ago and wouldn't you know, there was a VERY good one in the box. So good in fact, there is little that I can say about it.
I Was Tight Yesterday - Well, if you were tight yesterday, we wanna see that video, not this one. Nobody wants to see it all loosey goosey. Ew.
Boffing the Babysitter - If you're unaware, boffing is British slang for doing the nasty. However, whenever I see the box, and maybe it's because f's kind of look like P's, I don't know BUT, I always think of bopping the babysitter, which makes me think of the Little Bunny Foo Foo song. You know, Little Bunny Foo Foo hopping through the forest, scooping up the field mice and boppin' 'em on the head. Somehow, I don't think this is what you should be thinking while you're watching porn. I also think that bopping the babysitter is probably some form of domestic violence/abuse.
Party in My Panties 1 - If there is a party in your panties, I can almost guarantee something is wrong. First of all, it's probably a party of bacteria and the residual remains of... well that's kind of gross so I won't go there. Bacteria it is. Second, unless your panties are too big for you, there is not enough room for anyone else in them and you can't party alone. If you're partying alone, it's a sad, sad party and who wants to be there? No one. Oh, and if you want to argue that the party happens when the panties come off....then clearly the party is outside of the panties or on the panties but not IN the panties. So unless it's a documentary about the bacteria that parties in your underpants when you don't wash them, perhaps we need a new title. I vote Party Without My Panties...
Dating 101 - If you're renting this one, you're not going to get the basic dating tips, unless of course you are planning on being a CREEPER! Maybe it should be called Seduction 101, Creeping 101, or We Couldn't Think of a Real Title For This One. But seriously, if you do'nt know how to date, there are self-help books for that. Porn is not the answer gentlemen. I repeat, porn is not the answer.
Well, that was exhausting. So until next time....
Keep it in your pants and keep your hands where I can see them.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
New Jersey... America's....
Buttcrack. No really, it is. FOr numerous reasons including, but not limited to, the inability to make left hand turns, the lack of self-service gas stations, and well, do I even need to say it?
Recently, my best friend and I ventured to New Jersey on an adventure... and what an adventure it was.
The first thing we noticed driving into the state was that it looked like any other state. Eventually we noticed the concrete barriers that act as a yellow no passing line down the middle of the two lane... how did we make the left turn into our hotel you ask? We didn't. You have to make all turns from the right hand lane. It's confusing and my GPS didn't inform me of this. In addition, the speed limit on these roads is 55 but heck if anyone is traveling it. It gets really difficult when you need to stop at the red lights which are only about 4 blocks apart!
... And did I mention that it's illegal to pump your own gas in New Jersey (and apparently Oregon as well)? My dad says that in Oregon it's illegal because pumping your own gas can be a fire hazard. You know if you smoke or leave your car running. I assume it's the same in Jersey where they haven't pumped their own gas in about 50 years. I wanted to avoid getting gas in Jersey, alas, it could not be helped.
So we pulled up to the pump. And waited about ten minutes or so before Derek got out. We checked for signs to alert tourists to the Full-Service way of life in Jersey but saw none. So Derek began the pumping. About $10 in, the attendant comes outside and moseys to the car. The following conversation occurs:
Attendant: Oh. So you know how to work the system?
Derek: Yes.
Attendant: I wish more people knew how to work the system. It'd make my job easier.
Now, I'm in the car oblivious to this conversation. But when Derek gets in and relays it to me. You'd better believe I was FLABBERGASTED!!! WHAT DO JERSEY NATIVES DO WHEN THEY LEAVE THE STATE?!?!??! I had to call my mom. And Derek and I drove mostly in silence to dinner because all I could say was, "I just don't know how to do about this."
When we got back to the hotel, I googled the penalty for pumping your own gas in Jersey. I didn't find one but I did learn that in 2006, they tried to get self-service stations. People didn't support this for 3 reasons.
1. Loss of jobs. Okay, fair enough.
2. The elderly. They didn't want the elderly pumping their own gas. Okay, but 2 things. You can have stations that are both self- and full-service and two, honestly, they're probably the only people who actually know how to pump their own gas. They were around before the full-service law went into effect.
3. (This one is CLEARLY my favorite) People might not know which hole to put the gas in. Okay, even if you haven't been pumping your gas for the last fifty years... haven't you been paying attention to which side of the pump you pull up to?!?!?! THAT SAID... THERE SHOULD ONLY BE ONE HOLE OVER THERE!!!! If you're popping your hood (or your trunk) to pump your gas, you're a) oblivious and b) a moron. People have even been known to pump gas in movies and on TV... someone hasn't been paying attention. And I guess that makes me a bit redundant.
Needless to say, there are no self-service stations in Jersey (and the gas attendants don't check license plates before coming out to pump your gas or he would have known that since we were rockin my Ohio plates, we know how to pump gas).
I think idiots flock to Jersey. And if you want to defend that statement, please go watch the Jersey Shore.
That is all.
Peace, love, and the Garden State,
Amber
Oh two random side notes....
1. I never saw a garden.
2. I did see a trailer park that had a sign that read, *insert name of trailer park* and below it... "Communities of Nice People"
Take it as you will.
Recently, my best friend and I ventured to New Jersey on an adventure... and what an adventure it was.
The first thing we noticed driving into the state was that it looked like any other state. Eventually we noticed the concrete barriers that act as a yellow no passing line down the middle of the two lane... how did we make the left turn into our hotel you ask? We didn't. You have to make all turns from the right hand lane. It's confusing and my GPS didn't inform me of this. In addition, the speed limit on these roads is 55 but heck if anyone is traveling it. It gets really difficult when you need to stop at the red lights which are only about 4 blocks apart!
... And did I mention that it's illegal to pump your own gas in New Jersey (and apparently Oregon as well)? My dad says that in Oregon it's illegal because pumping your own gas can be a fire hazard. You know if you smoke or leave your car running. I assume it's the same in Jersey where they haven't pumped their own gas in about 50 years. I wanted to avoid getting gas in Jersey, alas, it could not be helped.
So we pulled up to the pump. And waited about ten minutes or so before Derek got out. We checked for signs to alert tourists to the Full-Service way of life in Jersey but saw none. So Derek began the pumping. About $10 in, the attendant comes outside and moseys to the car. The following conversation occurs:
Attendant: Oh. So you know how to work the system?
Derek: Yes.
Attendant: I wish more people knew how to work the system. It'd make my job easier.
Now, I'm in the car oblivious to this conversation. But when Derek gets in and relays it to me. You'd better believe I was FLABBERGASTED!!! WHAT DO JERSEY NATIVES DO WHEN THEY LEAVE THE STATE?!?!??! I had to call my mom. And Derek and I drove mostly in silence to dinner because all I could say was, "I just don't know how to do about this."
When we got back to the hotel, I googled the penalty for pumping your own gas in Jersey. I didn't find one but I did learn that in 2006, they tried to get self-service stations. People didn't support this for 3 reasons.
1. Loss of jobs. Okay, fair enough.
2. The elderly. They didn't want the elderly pumping their own gas. Okay, but 2 things. You can have stations that are both self- and full-service and two, honestly, they're probably the only people who actually know how to pump their own gas. They were around before the full-service law went into effect.
3. (This one is CLEARLY my favorite) People might not know which hole to put the gas in. Okay, even if you haven't been pumping your gas for the last fifty years... haven't you been paying attention to which side of the pump you pull up to?!?!?! THAT SAID... THERE SHOULD ONLY BE ONE HOLE OVER THERE!!!! If you're popping your hood (or your trunk) to pump your gas, you're a) oblivious and b) a moron. People have even been known to pump gas in movies and on TV... someone hasn't been paying attention. And I guess that makes me a bit redundant.
Needless to say, there are no self-service stations in Jersey (and the gas attendants don't check license plates before coming out to pump your gas or he would have known that since we were rockin my Ohio plates, we know how to pump gas).
I think idiots flock to Jersey. And if you want to defend that statement, please go watch the Jersey Shore.
That is all.
Peace, love, and the Garden State,
Amber
Oh two random side notes....
1. I never saw a garden.
2. I did see a trailer park that had a sign that read, *insert name of trailer park* and below it... "Communities of Nice People"
Take it as you will.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
On the GSA at My Alma Mater
Disclaimer: To my dedicated readers, unfortunately, this blog will not be the entertaining kind I want to post. But this issue is close to my heart and as it is currently being dealt with back at my alma mater, I felt I needed to say something. And since Facebook only allows so many characters per post, I thought I'd do it openly.
Disclaimer 2: What I'm going to say, some of you aren't going to like, but know that I'm not stereotyping or lumping all people of one group together. I'm just using labels, I guess. Don't be offended by something that doesn't apply to you. I'm not saying all girls are brats or all boys are tools, you know what I mean? If it applies to you, listen, if not, stand next to me and stand up.
I was once having a discussion with a gay friend of mine on my other (numerous) gay friends. He said to me, "Amber, you're not a fag hag. You're THE Fag Hag." On some level this was a compliment. Actually on every level this was a compliment. I pride myself on being someone who doesn't judge based on anything you can't overcome. Yeah, sometimes I slip up, but for the most part, it's who I am. I'm tolerant of everyone, or at least try my best to be. ((Which isn't to say that I don't have my own obvious glaring flaws and imperfections)). And it kills me to hear that so many people are so against something that has proven to be helpful.
I know certain denominations of Christianity teach us that homosexuality is wrong. But I know a lot of homosexuals and I don't know one person who made the choice to be gay. I watched two of my close friends struggle with their feelings for other men and what they were taught in church. It isn't easy to be gay.
GSA has the potential to be a place homosexuals (and their straight friends!) can go to be in a group where they can find sympathy, empathy and support. And hopefully, a judgment free zone.
I'm not saying that everyone who joins GSA is going to be nonjudgmental, we're all human and we all have the capacity to sin. But I think if you're going to say "love the sinner, hate the sin", you need to allow the sinner everything they need to help themselves. In this case, the GSA.
I don't think having the GSA on campus is a bad thing. Like people have pointed out, there are statistics that show a drop in hate crimes and an increase in tolerance on campuses that have GSAs.
And I'm surprised. I'm surprised so much hate has come out of something that is supposed to encourage tolerance.
Some of you may know that I've never been the kind of Christian to preach. It's not who I am. I have this whole big theory on God and the world and destiny and our decisions that I'm sure most religious officials would like to debunk. But part of Christianity is interpretation. With all that said, we're all allowed to be ourselves. I can be a Jesus loving writer with the mouth of a baby sailor and my male best friend can be bisexual.
In this day and age, there is a lot of war going on. Afghanistan, Iraq, Libya, terrorism, etc.... why are we fighting something like this? Even if you believe that homosexuality is a choice (it's not), I'm willing to bet 99% of homosexuals aren't going to try to convert you. But as Christians, we believe it is our duty, nay our right, to convert atheists, Muslims, Buddhists, and evolutionists alike. We believe OUR way is the RIGHT and ONLY way. And I know that's not fair. It's not fair that we dictate what others can and can't do, especially if they don't share our beliefs. And if they do share our beliefs, I'm thankful that they choose to continue believing despite obvious opposition from those who are supposed to be brothers and sisters in Christ.
I hope... no I pray that the Gay-Straight Alliance passes Friday because I think a lot of you need a wake up call. You talk about how the Bible was written a long time ago and it says this that and the other thing, but you don't listen. You don't listen to what others around you are saying. I believe in Jesus and the Bible, but all we know about that time is what Christians chose to write about. Maybe there were 13 gay disciples who hung out in an upper room somewhere spreading the love of Christ. We don't know.
If you believe in God and Jesus, then you believe a) God made each and every one of us, b) God knows all the decisions we make before we make them, and c) He does not give us anything we cannot handle. If this is correct, then a) homosexuality is not a choice, b) He knew who would fake heterosexuality to be accept and who would boldly go against the grain and openly be gay and c) He knew the plight each of them would face and knew they could handle it. He knew which of you would stand behind them and which of you would turn against them.
And you can't argue that you're not 'turning against them'. Because by not supporting them, you are. And for those of you who argue that you wouldn't support your friend's drug habit, it's not the same. Drugs are an addiction. Homosexuality is a lifestyle that (I repeat) is not a choice.
To leave you, I'd like to leave you with a passage from the Bible. And some of you may already know what's coming. From 1 Corinthians 13:4-8...
Peace, love, hope,
Amber
Ps- If you feel that as a graduate, I shouldn't have an opinion on this, you're mistaken. As a proud graduate of A-B, I would LOVE to see our institution take this step.
Disclaimer 2: What I'm going to say, some of you aren't going to like, but know that I'm not stereotyping or lumping all people of one group together. I'm just using labels, I guess. Don't be offended by something that doesn't apply to you. I'm not saying all girls are brats or all boys are tools, you know what I mean? If it applies to you, listen, if not, stand next to me and stand up.
I was once having a discussion with a gay friend of mine on my other (numerous) gay friends. He said to me, "Amber, you're not a fag hag. You're THE Fag Hag." On some level this was a compliment. Actually on every level this was a compliment. I pride myself on being someone who doesn't judge based on anything you can't overcome. Yeah, sometimes I slip up, but for the most part, it's who I am. I'm tolerant of everyone, or at least try my best to be. ((Which isn't to say that I don't have my own obvious glaring flaws and imperfections)). And it kills me to hear that so many people are so against something that has proven to be helpful.
I know certain denominations of Christianity teach us that homosexuality is wrong. But I know a lot of homosexuals and I don't know one person who made the choice to be gay. I watched two of my close friends struggle with their feelings for other men and what they were taught in church. It isn't easy to be gay.
GSA has the potential to be a place homosexuals (and their straight friends!) can go to be in a group where they can find sympathy, empathy and support. And hopefully, a judgment free zone.
I'm not saying that everyone who joins GSA is going to be nonjudgmental, we're all human and we all have the capacity to sin. But I think if you're going to say "love the sinner, hate the sin", you need to allow the sinner everything they need to help themselves. In this case, the GSA.
I don't think having the GSA on campus is a bad thing. Like people have pointed out, there are statistics that show a drop in hate crimes and an increase in tolerance on campuses that have GSAs.
And I'm surprised. I'm surprised so much hate has come out of something that is supposed to encourage tolerance.
Some of you may know that I've never been the kind of Christian to preach. It's not who I am. I have this whole big theory on God and the world and destiny and our decisions that I'm sure most religious officials would like to debunk. But part of Christianity is interpretation. With all that said, we're all allowed to be ourselves. I can be a Jesus loving writer with the mouth of a baby sailor and my male best friend can be bisexual.
In this day and age, there is a lot of war going on. Afghanistan, Iraq, Libya, terrorism, etc.... why are we fighting something like this? Even if you believe that homosexuality is a choice (it's not), I'm willing to bet 99% of homosexuals aren't going to try to convert you. But as Christians, we believe it is our duty, nay our right, to convert atheists, Muslims, Buddhists, and evolutionists alike. We believe OUR way is the RIGHT and ONLY way. And I know that's not fair. It's not fair that we dictate what others can and can't do, especially if they don't share our beliefs. And if they do share our beliefs, I'm thankful that they choose to continue believing despite obvious opposition from those who are supposed to be brothers and sisters in Christ.
I hope... no I pray that the Gay-Straight Alliance passes Friday because I think a lot of you need a wake up call. You talk about how the Bible was written a long time ago and it says this that and the other thing, but you don't listen. You don't listen to what others around you are saying. I believe in Jesus and the Bible, but all we know about that time is what Christians chose to write about. Maybe there were 13 gay disciples who hung out in an upper room somewhere spreading the love of Christ. We don't know.
If you believe in God and Jesus, then you believe a) God made each and every one of us, b) God knows all the decisions we make before we make them, and c) He does not give us anything we cannot handle. If this is correct, then a) homosexuality is not a choice, b) He knew who would fake heterosexuality to be accept and who would boldly go against the grain and openly be gay and c) He knew the plight each of them would face and knew they could handle it. He knew which of you would stand behind them and which of you would turn against them.
And you can't argue that you're not 'turning against them'. Because by not supporting them, you are. And for those of you who argue that you wouldn't support your friend's drug habit, it's not the same. Drugs are an addiction. Homosexuality is a lifestyle that (I repeat) is not a choice.
To leave you, I'd like to leave you with a passage from the Bible. And some of you may already know what's coming. From 1 Corinthians 13:4-8...
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails."
I shouldn't have to spell out here the parts of it some of you aren't following. That should be clear enough. But if you say you're a Christian and you "love your gay friends," stop keeping record of (what you believe is) wrong and love your neighbor as yourself.Peace, love, hope,
Amber
Ps- If you feel that as a graduate, I shouldn't have an opinion on this, you're mistaken. As a proud graduate of A-B, I would LOVE to see our institution take this step.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Adult Film Titles AKA PORN!!! Pt 1
So for those of you who don't know, I work in a video rental store. And yes, we have an adult room. And yes, I spend some time in that adult room and that sounds way dirtier than it should. I usually volunteer to rearrange/inventory whatever when it needs done because it's quiet back there. Seriously quiet and generally free of stupid questions and ridiculous complaints. In addition, when I visit one of my best friends, for fun we pull up the porn titles on her TV Guide menu thing and read them out loud and make fun of them. So I've gathered that there are a LOT of silly porn names and silly porn ideas.
The Accidental Hooker- Let's start here as it is, on record, the first title that made me stop and say "REALLY?" I don't know if you know this, but it is not possible to be an "accidental hooker." First, to be a hooker, you need to (in my opinion) repeatedly have sex and get paid. I don't know how this could repeatedly happen accidentally. Actually, I do. Let me explain. The first time you have sex and get paid for it, should happen like this. You bang, you fall asleep and when you wake up the next morning, the one night stand is gone but has left some amount of cash for you to find. And if he/she is tasteful, a thank you note. Now the first time this happens, I'll cut you some slack. You accidentally got paid for sex, yippie time one. Time two however, you should start to wonder what you're doing wrong to make people think you're a hooker. Is it the places you're hanging out? The dress you're wearing? The perfume (baby prostitute a la mean girls anyone)? Anyway, in my opinion, you cannot be an accidental hooker.
Coctomom- This one MIGHT BE one of my favorites. For several reasons. First, because IT'S A RIDICULOUS TITLE! And second because the actress in it looks a lot like Octomom, who I personally do not find attractive whatsoever. And I'm not saying that in a lesbian sense, I'm saying that with the what most guys like perspective and the what other women are appreciative of/jealous of. Girls can usually admit other girls are pretty. At least, I can. But seriously, there is NOTHING attractive about Octo orrrr Coctomom.
And you know the most shocking part of all of this? Coctomom actually rents. SCARY!... no really she is.
Well, time is fleeting so I must go. But trust me, I'm not done.
The Accidental Hooker- Let's start here as it is, on record, the first title that made me stop and say "REALLY?" I don't know if you know this, but it is not possible to be an "accidental hooker." First, to be a hooker, you need to (in my opinion) repeatedly have sex and get paid. I don't know how this could repeatedly happen accidentally. Actually, I do. Let me explain. The first time you have sex and get paid for it, should happen like this. You bang, you fall asleep and when you wake up the next morning, the one night stand is gone but has left some amount of cash for you to find. And if he/she is tasteful, a thank you note. Now the first time this happens, I'll cut you some slack. You accidentally got paid for sex, yippie time one. Time two however, you should start to wonder what you're doing wrong to make people think you're a hooker. Is it the places you're hanging out? The dress you're wearing? The perfume (baby prostitute a la mean girls anyone)? Anyway, in my opinion, you cannot be an accidental hooker.
Coctomom- This one MIGHT BE one of my favorites. For several reasons. First, because IT'S A RIDICULOUS TITLE! And second because the actress in it looks a lot like Octomom, who I personally do not find attractive whatsoever. And I'm not saying that in a lesbian sense, I'm saying that with the what most guys like perspective and the what other women are appreciative of/jealous of. Girls can usually admit other girls are pretty. At least, I can. But seriously, there is NOTHING attractive about Octo orrrr Coctomom.
And you know the most shocking part of all of this? Coctomom actually rents. SCARY!... no really she is.
Well, time is fleeting so I must go. But trust me, I'm not done.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
You Just Need to Get Laid
Did you know that there are some people out there who believe sex is the ultimate solution to any problem? Well maybe not any problem but apparently to all my problems.
I don't know if any of the people who've recently told me that have met me but really?
You know how people always believe that they won't be in a car accident or they won't be the person who runs with scissors and trips and falls and stabs themselves in the arm or whatever? Well I am the person who believes that when she has sex, she's going to get pregnant. Which is to say that if I do have sex, for about a month or so, depending on the time of the month, I'm going to be more of a basket case than ever worrying about whether or not I'm pregnant.
And I'm not saying either that I'd up and bang someone without some kind of protection. I want multiple kinds of protection, you know just to be safe. I worry about things which is why people tell me I just need to get laid already. But do you see how counterproductive this would be? AND THEN WHAT IF I GOT PREGNANT?!?!?!
I'm all about babies. They're adorable. But I am soooooo not ready for one. Not to mention all the other emotional scarring that would come with getting laid.
In fact, thinking about all of it gets me in the mood that leads people to say to me "You just need to get laid." Newsflash, sex isn't going to solve my problems. Please stop suggesting I do it. It's not entertaining anymore.
Besides, I LIKE being a virgin. It's a conversation starter. And it makes people look at you funny but hey, we're all different.
I don't know if any of the people who've recently told me that have met me but really?
You know how people always believe that they won't be in a car accident or they won't be the person who runs with scissors and trips and falls and stabs themselves in the arm or whatever? Well I am the person who believes that when she has sex, she's going to get pregnant. Which is to say that if I do have sex, for about a month or so, depending on the time of the month, I'm going to be more of a basket case than ever worrying about whether or not I'm pregnant.
And I'm not saying either that I'd up and bang someone without some kind of protection. I want multiple kinds of protection, you know just to be safe. I worry about things which is why people tell me I just need to get laid already. But do you see how counterproductive this would be? AND THEN WHAT IF I GOT PREGNANT?!?!?!
I'm all about babies. They're adorable. But I am soooooo not ready for one. Not to mention all the other emotional scarring that would come with getting laid.
In fact, thinking about all of it gets me in the mood that leads people to say to me "You just need to get laid." Newsflash, sex isn't going to solve my problems. Please stop suggesting I do it. It's not entertaining anymore.
Besides, I LIKE being a virgin. It's a conversation starter. And it makes people look at you funny but hey, we're all different.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Ke$ha
First and foremost, I'd like to begin by saying that anytime I hear We R Who We R or Take it Off... I crank the radio and JAM. Hardcore. They're very catchy. So I do not hate Ke$ha. I just have opinions about her persona. And I say persona because I hope on a normal day... you know when she's not being Ke$ha or before she was Ke$ha, she didn't come off as a dirty hooker? So I say persona because I'm almost certain she was created to be... a dirty hooker who sings. Or doesn't sing, I'm not entirely sure yet.
I liked Tik Tok when it first came out, you know before I started hating on for her DH look. But then I heard Your love is my drug and I didn't care too much anymore and I jumped on a Ke$ha hatin bandwagon. And then, Take it Off. I secretly played Take It Off on YouTube for like 3 hours straight one night because NOTHING about that song gets old. And it's sooooo catchy too. And while I didn't like We R Who We R when it first came out, I'll admit, thanks to a friend of mine... I'm hot and dangerous.
And if you're wondering my humble opinion on her new song Blow, I'm going to need an answer on whether or not the line about the kool-aid is a reference to the Jonestown Massacre. I'm not entirely sure if the answer will sway my opinion, but I'll admit I'm so perplexed by that line, I forgot to listen to the rest of the song. I wasn't sure if I should be suspicious of the reference, or impressed that someone wrote that in there to see who would catch on. But of course there's always the chance that she's really talking about kool-aid.
Let's diagram. The lines are "Back door cracked / we don't need a key / we get in for free / no VIP sleaze / drink that kool-aid / follow my lead / now you're one of us / you're coming with me / it's time to kill the lights and shut the DJ down / tonight we're taking over / no one's getting out"
I'm sorry that's far more lyrics than I planned to share with you HOWEVER, the more of the lyrics I heard, the more terrified I got. So to continue....
If you don't know anything about the Jonestown massacre, here's a few factoids.
- Jonestown Massacre occured in a small jungle town in Africa. Approximately 900 people died.
- It happened on Nov 18, 1978. So roughly 32 years ago.
- The people drank a something and died. But it was all part of a plan.
- Prior to the drinking and dying, several people (including a US Congressman, a NBC reporter, and some family members/cult members trying to leave) were attacked by members of the Jonestown community as they boarded a plane for the US. Some of them died.
(For more information, see the links Go here or here, or Google it. But use reputable sources, it's all I ask. Or at least sources that sound reputable.)
Sort of fact: There is one thing people remember about mass suicides like this... for Jonestown it was the kool-aid (though we can't ever be sure it was really kool-aid). But still, kool-aid enough to make me think of it when I hear that Ke$ha song.
So knowing what I've shared with you about Jonestown and rereading those Ke$ha lyrics, anyone wanna weigh in on that? Is it a reference? A coincidence? I don't know but it's strange enough that I have formed another opinion about Ke$ha (in addition to the DH one)... She's trying to brainwash us!
No I'm just kidding. Someone else writes those songs for her (he/she/it is the real mastermind here).
Either way, when it's all said and done, I'm sure I'll find myself jamming in the car to it because hell, the shit she sings is so damn catchy. So damn catchy.
I liked Tik Tok when it first came out, you know before I started hating on for her DH look. But then I heard Your love is my drug and I didn't care too much anymore and I jumped on a Ke$ha hatin bandwagon. And then, Take it Off. I secretly played Take It Off on YouTube for like 3 hours straight one night because NOTHING about that song gets old. And it's sooooo catchy too. And while I didn't like We R Who We R when it first came out, I'll admit, thanks to a friend of mine... I'm hot and dangerous.
And if you're wondering my humble opinion on her new song Blow, I'm going to need an answer on whether or not the line about the kool-aid is a reference to the Jonestown Massacre. I'm not entirely sure if the answer will sway my opinion, but I'll admit I'm so perplexed by that line, I forgot to listen to the rest of the song. I wasn't sure if I should be suspicious of the reference, or impressed that someone wrote that in there to see who would catch on. But of course there's always the chance that she's really talking about kool-aid.
Let's diagram. The lines are "Back door cracked / we don't need a key / we get in for free / no VIP sleaze / drink that kool-aid / follow my lead / now you're one of us / you're coming with me / it's time to kill the lights and shut the DJ down / tonight we're taking over / no one's getting out"
I'm sorry that's far more lyrics than I planned to share with you HOWEVER, the more of the lyrics I heard, the more terrified I got. So to continue....
If you don't know anything about the Jonestown massacre, here's a few factoids.
- Jonestown Massacre occured in a small jungle town in Africa. Approximately 900 people died.
- It happened on Nov 18, 1978. So roughly 32 years ago.
- The people drank a something and died. But it was all part of a plan.
- Prior to the drinking and dying, several people (including a US Congressman, a NBC reporter, and some family members/cult members trying to leave) were attacked by members of the Jonestown community as they boarded a plane for the US. Some of them died.
(For more information, see the links Go here or here, or Google it. But use reputable sources, it's all I ask. Or at least sources that sound reputable.)
Sort of fact: There is one thing people remember about mass suicides like this... for Jonestown it was the kool-aid (though we can't ever be sure it was really kool-aid). But still, kool-aid enough to make me think of it when I hear that Ke$ha song.
So knowing what I've shared with you about Jonestown and rereading those Ke$ha lyrics, anyone wanna weigh in on that? Is it a reference? A coincidence? I don't know but it's strange enough that I have formed another opinion about Ke$ha (in addition to the DH one)... She's trying to brainwash us!
No I'm just kidding. Someone else writes those songs for her (he/she/it is the real mastermind here).
Either way, when it's all said and done, I'm sure I'll find myself jamming in the car to it because hell, the shit she sings is so damn catchy. So damn catchy.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
To Zzzzz or Not to Zzzzzz: That is the Question
Everyone has to start somewhere, right? But I'm incredibly indecisive and cannot decide where to start...
It happens.
Sleep is elusive. No seriously. When I was in college, I used to stay up late working on papers or playing games on the internet and then I'd sleep and wake up for class (most of the time). Now I stay up late playing Epic Coaster on Facebook (or Bubble Spinner) or watching my daily dose of television* and before I know it, it's 3 am. OH LOOK! And then I realize I have to be up in four hours so I can look/smell decent for work. And the ONLY reason I'm ACTUALLY going to drag my butt out of bed at 7am, is because I have asked my mother to make sure I'm awake.
Pathetic right?
But hey, it's not like I ask her to do it everyday. And I really only asked tonight (and by asked I mean, wrote a note on the bathroom mirror with Expo marker that she can't possibly miss) is because I don't want to get up before she's done in the shower. Because then I have to pee and we only have one bathroom. I'm really just being proactive.
But seriously, since I've a) graduated college and b) my summer job has ended (I know it's February but from May-August I had a good sleep schedule and I miss it), my sleep schedule has been as crazy as Lady Gaga's outfits. In a purely exaggerated way of course. My mom says all I have to do is go to bed a half hour early every night until I'm going to bed at the time I want to be going to bed, and also wake up a half hour earlier every day. This might work if I worked a 9-5 job like she does. Instead, sometimes I work a 9-4 job and sometimes I work a 5-midnight job. And when I work 5-midnight, I don't really see a point in being up at 8am.
I'm sure there's a solution for this... I just haven't found one yet. And getting a new job is out of the question. I LIKE my job, but that is a theory for another blog.
So goodnight vast world. Hopefully your sleep schedule is not as erratic as mine.
It happens.
Sleep is elusive. No seriously. When I was in college, I used to stay up late working on papers or playing games on the internet and then I'd sleep and wake up for class (most of the time). Now I stay up late playing Epic Coaster on Facebook (or Bubble Spinner) or watching my daily dose of television* and before I know it, it's 3 am. OH LOOK! And then I realize I have to be up in four hours so I can look/smell decent for work. And the ONLY reason I'm ACTUALLY going to drag my butt out of bed at 7am, is because I have asked my mother to make sure I'm awake.
Pathetic right?
But hey, it's not like I ask her to do it everyday. And I really only asked tonight (and by asked I mean, wrote a note on the bathroom mirror with Expo marker that she can't possibly miss) is because I don't want to get up before she's done in the shower. Because then I have to pee and we only have one bathroom. I'm really just being proactive.
But seriously, since I've a) graduated college and b) my summer job has ended (I know it's February but from May-August I had a good sleep schedule and I miss it), my sleep schedule has been as crazy as Lady Gaga's outfits. In a purely exaggerated way of course. My mom says all I have to do is go to bed a half hour early every night until I'm going to bed at the time I want to be going to bed, and also wake up a half hour earlier every day. This might work if I worked a 9-5 job like she does. Instead, sometimes I work a 9-4 job and sometimes I work a 5-midnight job. And when I work 5-midnight, I don't really see a point in being up at 8am.
I'm sure there's a solution for this... I just haven't found one yet. And getting a new job is out of the question. I LIKE my job, but that is a theory for another blog.
So goodnight vast world. Hopefully your sleep schedule is not as erratic as mine.
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