the voice

ok, i am biased, but i have adored dia frampton since before she was legal when i saw her grinning like a kid in a candy store at warped tour after knocking out a set of rock and roll that had such a unique twist the crowds surrounded the myspace tent to try to see who was making those beautiful sounds... and now, as if i was clairvoyant (or just lucky to be in the right place at the right time), i am watching dia in the finals on the voice, a commercially packaged singing contest that has some great talent and i am torn...

leave meg and dia behind?...

a few years ago i told dia she needs to be ready to shoot the moon, to be touched by an angel, to skyrocket to fame (or shyrocket, to be dia and play with words) and i hoped she'd be ready, that she would not let fear or insecurity or self-doubt get in her way... and that she would find a way to stay in touch with her roots, to not let fame shake her from her core...

the moment is approaching fast...

there will be no losers on this show, but winning will be the zoom, the moment... will she be torn away from her family and friends and how will that affect her?... will she be sucked into the adoration and usery that has abused and destroyed so many?... please no... i wish with all my heart that she finds an anchor, a link to herself that cannot be broken... a way to not get hurt... it is not too late (i won't believe it, even after all the experiences)...

all this from background tv?...

lol, lam, laa...

go dia :)

human fears

the fear of nudity and more, the fear of not being perfect, especially not being in a perfect body (whatever that is) by current human standards completely dominates almost every media presentation and human activity... i can sometimes, when sleepy and easily distracted (and that does tend to happen), appear fascinated by the ritualistic lambasting and criticism of the supposed imperfections and the narrow minded idolization of the supposed perfect bodies...

something called the 25 most memorable swimsuit moments bring this to mind... the odd thing is that most of the people these media whores call hot or perfect are usually not attractive to me at all... though ok (oh kate), kate hudson is an exception...

ironically or not, it is my natural aversion to fat cuz instinctively i knew fat was a sign of laziness, apathy, low self-love, and unhealthy habits that lead to the lack of appeal for fat boobs (and that is what boobs are, the bigger they are, the more fat they contain, like it as most are trained to do or not), while a few inches below (abs) the slightest bit of fat is repulsive to most, which is completely illogical and another sign of the sheep-like blindness that most humans follow...

and let's not even mention that the show glorifies nipples and yet blurs them because, omigosh, we can't show nipples to children (ummm, breast feeding?... to debate the arbitrary definitions of sexy and sleazy, naughty and slutty, or whatever ridiculously (actually) meaningless words humans create to avoid these fears of sexuality and nudity, well, to me it's just stupidity... yeah, the illogic is so hypocritical as most fear-based thoughts are)... so i toss between laughing and feeling sad about this human fear and confusion...

oh, but they finish with phoebe, redemption?... though it was always her face that came first and her butt that came second for me, pun (and bun) not necessarilly intended (oh did i just give in to the attempt at a clever quip based on double entendre that growns with failure?... nyuk nyuk, right)...

maybe it's time to wake up and do something healthy, aye? :)

remembering snl

a long long time ago (and i don't mean american pie or even a linda ronstadt song), i found myself semi-wasted after a tour in the us army where drugs were easier to get than sex, but just barely, and both were a lot easier to get than arrested for carrying a gun on a white house tour, but that’s beside the point… where was i?... ah yes, remembering snl… i started this entry an hour and a half ago… and with jim carrey as the guest host, i decided to watch… a bit earlier i was on my way out to play games with friends when the jets-colts game got interesting so i decided to continue watching and by the time it was over, i decided to cook some dinner here and watch snl…

it was a long long time ago (is this where we came in?) when i was sitting home, or perhaps i was in pompano beach visiting friends, memory is not perfect and location was not as important as the memory of the feeling, the gleefully awakening of the feeling of revelation when something new emerges from the ether (or everything outside the head) as i watched the first episode of saturday night light… that first show was followed by week after week of the most different comedy i had ever seen on television and for almost two years i was drawn to watch every almost saturday night…

tonight was, as has been the case every year since those first shows, disappointing, but in that it rekindled memories of the original gleeful feeling, it was well worth staying home for… and here i am now, remembering another fond memory, lays barbecue potato chips, while eating the baked version thinking how lays baked barbecue potato chips taste much like pringles, which is quite disappointing as well… with each passing year everything seems to be more and more processed, less and less fresh, and i wonder how long the human race can continue like this…

and when will the next gleeful awakening feeling of revelation come? :)

family guy

one of the funniest animated scenes is also one of the grossest and if you've ever seen it, you might agree, or not, but when i see peter griffin strip out of his cop costume at meg's bachelorette party and juggle his blubber i am almost grossed out until he ass-dances with meg's face at which point i am grossed out but what breaks me up every time is the silent surprise of meg's hands reaching around in front her face after peter pulls away and for a moment it's like "what's she doing?" and "what's going on? and "what's different?" and of course "how gross" as we look for brown smudges on her face until suddenly you realize that her glasses are gone and two plus two suggests they got stuck in peter's fast ass and that blubber is suddenly funnier than gross...

just saying, seth mcfarlane is a fuckin genius...

sg:u

star gate: universe is still as it first came across to me, a cross between several popular shows of the day, especially what i've heard of lost and that taints it for me for i never could find my way into lost as it reminded me too much of survivor and that was just a step away from big brother and all the other psuedo-reality shows that were pandering to the most banal base aspects of human stupidity and fear and stereotyping... and then there are slightly religious undertones showing through that are even worse, but that is the worst part of human creativity, the lack of it... always returning to the same fear of death and the walk into the light explanation for what happens after death, complete with angel wings for those who need them...

but it's all that's left of the star gate series, so i'll keep hoping there is less focus on the same old same old human archetypes and a chance there might be an original thought, the hope of sci-fi dreamer...