One year ago today I was sitting in a terrible college summer dinner theater performance, killing my iPhone battery from relentless under-the-table Googling and scrolling through a deluge of "Michael Jackson is dead" updates on Tweetie.
My mind was blown. It was a weird day. Farrah died. Michael died. Scroll scroll scroll.
You may know you're getting up in years when the music that had a major impact on your generation and your own little life is deemed historically significant.
That's what the Library of Congress is saying about Tupac and R.E.M. So thanks, Library of Congress. Because you know this is really all about my mortality.
The first concert I ever saw live was Bon Jovi and Cinderella at the Bayfront Center in St. Petersburg, Florida in 1987. At that point in my life it was by far the coolest thing I had ever seen. When my 15 year old self saw Jon Bon Jovi strut out in the same jacket he wore in the "Livin' on a Prayer" video I thought I was going to pass out. I screamed like it was the Beatles. I knew then that I could die happy.
Remember when you had that friend in high school that you really adored, so you spent every waking second together? Eventually, you spent so much with her that you got sick of each other and, before you knew it, you had the uncontrollable urge to throw your best friend in the whole world through a plate glass window, am I right? Well, I'm starting to feel that way about Lady Gaga.
A group of scientists at a genetics firm have plans to analyze Ozzy Osbourne's genetic code purportedly to better understand how drugs are absorbed into the body. Osbourne was chosen for this project because of his notoriously excessive abuses and seemingly miraculous survival.
Okay, I know I'm not a "normal" or "regular" person, but I found this European commercial hilarious, and so did the Bad Moms Club, even though they're loathe to admit it. *wink*
Ah, June - the month when the schools close forcing me to take care of my own children ALL. DAY. LONG.
*hyperventilates*
June is also the month where I go to buy my husband a father's day card only to be inundated with graduation cards reminding me that I graduated from high school almost 20 years ago. True story. I graduated from high school 19 years ago in good old 1991. Remember 1991?
The season finale of Glee airs in five days, and we have a preview of one of New Directions' performances at Regionals:
Remember Les Grossman? The best part of Tropic Thunder? He's hawking the MTV Movie Awards. Brilliantly, I might add.
I really need the internet to quit guilt-tripping me with that Joshua Bell video.
The world's okay, but it would be so much better if we had seven to nine year old girls bootie dancing in lingerie to Beyonce's Single Ladies.
Lil Wayne, who began serving a year long gun charge in New York's Rikers Island jail complex in March, has gotten himself into trouble again. Seems there's one fight he won't stop fighting, no matter how much trouble befalls our music star.
Singer and actress Lena Horne passed away last night in a New York hospital. She was 92.
One time I saw an interview with Dave Grohl and he was saying that when Weird Al Yankovic released "Smells Like Nirvana" that it was the moment when the Nirvana realized that they had made it.
I seriously doubt that Ben Roethlisberger feels the same way about being mentioned in Eminem's new song "Despicable".
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