I love Cee-Lo.
He’s quirky and fun, and this video beats watching anyone lip-sync.
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A sassy gay friend to the rescue!
Not sure if you know, but I was once a big Shakespeare nerd. My degree required it. Every English major had to take an in-depth Shakespeare class, and I took mine with this incredible British scholar who lived for the Bard. She was Bard to the bone.
I read a lot of Shakespeare. Then I wrote a lot of papers - at least one a week. Lemme tell you, it feels really good to get Shakespeare, and anyone can if they read closely. After that class, I overcame the doubt that sometimes told me my analysis of literature would never be smart or interesting or unique enough.
Then I took a class that required reading a lot of Gertrude Stein and I was back to where I started. I hated reading Gertrude Stein.
Anyway, what if Shakespeare’s doomed heroines had a sassy gay friend? My kingdom for a hilarious stereotype!
And there’s Moor, err more!
Facebook is a stupid idiot
I love me some tunes about the inanity of social media.
Remember “Are You Fucking Kidding Me (The Facebook Song)” by Kate Miller-Heidke? I got to hear it live when I saw Miller-Heidke open for Ben Folds last month. It brought the house down.
If my blog existed in 1996
You’re going to cringe in remembrance.
If Noisiest Passenger existed in 1996, courtesy of Jeremy.
What’s worse - MIDI files or Alanis Morissette misusing the word “ironic”?
Big lights will inspire you (and the Chorus at PS 22)
“Empire State of Mind” has become this ubiquitous tune I hear everywhere. It’s all over the radio, being sung in subway cars, implanting itself in my brain.
Normally, I’d burn out, but I’m still digging it. Alicia Keys has her own version, which I got to hear live when I went to a Late Show with David Letterman taping.
It was wow.
It’s Christmas (What’s the Difference?)
A Christmas song for people who don’t care about Christmas songs:
R. Kelly is not singing about poop
When I heard R. Kelly’s new album features a song called “Be My Number 2,” I shrieked with glee.
“Tell me he’s serenading his turds,” I thought. “‘Cause I could be all over that shit.”
Girl, you make me wanna get you pregnant
This isn’t breaking news or anything, but R. Kelly is out of his damn mind.
And I can’t get enough.
It started with “Trapped In The Closet.” Then I was obsessed with “I’m A Flirt.” When I was feeling low, I’d think of the video with Kels rocking those diamond-encrusted sunglasses that make him look like a mosquito.
Now there’s another R. Kelly song that’s so bad it’s good. “Pregnant” is ridiculously sexist with lyrical gems, like, “Never felt nothing like this. She’s more than a mistress, enough to handle my business. Now put that girl in my kitchen.”
For reals!
Yogi Oki Doki and his creepy yoga farm
I thought about going to yoga today, but then I watched a video clip from the late 90’s children’s TV show E-i E-i Yoga. My abs got a sufficient laughter workout, so I think I might just stay in happy baby pose and watch a dvd.
Whether you’ve ever practiced yoga or not, you have to witness this remarkably awkward video.
Some background: Yogi Oki Doki teaches yoga to kids on a farm while wearing jeans. His sidekicks include a Jamaican rooster named Rasta and HowNow the MooCow. They’re all concerned about breathing.
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
I love “Empire State of Mind” from Jay-Z’s newest album. Check out Alicia Keys playing piano in the middle of Times Square and awkwardly dancing with Jay-Z on the TKTS stairs.
