Someone is waiting for me.

[raybear]

anjibobanji inspires me a lot on a daily basis, but today specifically I got led back to the BPAL website, thinking perhaps there might be some aromatherapy magic there for me to give some added boost, healing, whatever. I was reading around and jotting down titles of scents to try, and one of them sounded familiar, so I looked in my little box of imps. Sure enough, I had it. It's called "Fire of Love", and yeah, I know, it's goofy or hippy or woowoo or ridiculous -- pick your adjective -- but damn if it didn't work. Suddenly I was wanting a quickie before work and I wasn't able to make it happen it but I almost don't even care, I'm just sort of thrilled to be experiencing lust, rather than feeling like locking myself in a bathroom and sitting on the floor for several hours. Oops, overshare.

I saw Borat and thought it was silly fun. Maybe because all the big parts had been spoiled for me, I wasn't particularly shocked by anything, whether it was the fcked up racist remarks of the frat boys or him taking a dump by the Trump Towers sign. The naked wrestling was interesting, because everyone around me in the theatre was howling/groaning, in that way where they were shocked and laughing at the same time, whereas I was sort of....turned on while occasionally snickering. And for some reason the part made me laugh outloud (and I was the only one who did, so it seemed more pronounced) was when Borat is reunited with his estranged best friend who he finds on the streets of Hollywood being a Charlie Chaplin impersonator: "But I did not come to California to fight a man dressed like Hitler."

On The Raybear Show, I think I will start a new segment called "Really Late Reviews." In which I talk about movies, tv shows, songs, whatever, way after everyone else does. One part of this will include random mini-reviews of songs on my ipod that came up during the commute. And remember, no matter what I'm saying about these songs, I also love them. I mean, they're on my ipod and I care enough to analyze.

"The Call (Remix)" - Backstreet Boys w/ Clipse. This wins the award for the easiest $16,000 for 16 bars, ever. Ok, I'm guessing about the amount, but the year this song came out, Grindin' just came out and the Clipse were super hot and the Neptunes were producing everything that was being played on MTV and on this, I swear, all they say is, "This is the Neptunes, the Clipse and the Backstreet Boys, holla.....Don't stay up and wait, cause I'ma be home real late." It's kind of a brilliant.

"Overjoyed" - Mary J. Blige. Have you ever wanted to do Stevie Wonder at karaoke but were too shy because you can't really sing? Listen to this song and you too will feel empowered to get on stage. [Acknowledgement: this mini-review is an interpolation of sharkysmachine's assessment of J-Lo's "You Belong to Me"]

Ok, this isn't a review, just a question to the audience. In Usher's song Caught Up, he says "her body is so tight, got me looking for her in the daytime with a flashlight." What the hell does that mean?

Comments

[unscrambled.livejournal.com]

Everyone's got a cover story in hip hop.

Also, I don't think the above is an overshare. An overshare would be something like--"it's nice that I sat underneath the kitchen table jacking off to miliary themed gay porn rather than locking myself in the bathroom crying." Regardless, it's nice to hear you felt better for a minute at least, hopefully longer.

Also, your late reviews can have a guest gig on my podcast, still to be named, where C and I talk shit and crack each other up. Like car talk, but for postpunk homos. I know you were never punk, but I'll give you a pass. We may actually do this, not just talk shit. But, until there's a really good name, I'm going too continue to talk shit.

[raybear.livejournal.com]

This would be a case where my sense of what is "overshare" is off, because your example didn't really seem like too much.

Oooh, maybe on your podcast I can do reviews of syndicated sitcom episodes. Except, I wouldn't watch them, just rewrite the tv guide summary. "Tonight, on a very special Becker......"

[unscrambled.livejournal.com]

Well, this is why I was surprised at you saying you overshared in your original entry--I thought, that's some day to day type of averagesharing that I read in Ray's journal.

You totally have a spot on the podcast. You can also feel free to invent plots that don't exist at all. And TV shows that don't exist at all.