chad(dq)

I wanted to buy these sunglasses, but the ridicule was too great:

I know you have underwear up your ass right now, but it beats the hell out of a shattered skull. Think about it! -Sparky Polastri

For those of you who want to watch Bring it On but, no matter how hard you looked, can’t find your copy (even though you once had copies on both VHS and DVD), you can watch it on Hulu. Unless, like SupaDupaFlyGirl, you’re boycotting Kirsten Dunst:

So great:

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps (Check it out)

I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ices.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and NaDonna
Karan, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin’ fly
Brother I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion’s,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t taken
We can keep on datin’
I keep on demonstrating.

My love (love), my love, my love, my love (love)
You love my lady lumps (love),
My hump, my hump, my hump (love),
My humps they got you,

She’s got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, up on me, on me

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump (ha), my hump, my hump, my hump (what).
My hump, my hump, my hump (ha), my lovely lady lumps (Check it out)

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Let’s spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
You can look but you can’t touch it,
If you touch it I’ma start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
In the back and in the front (lumps)
My lovin’ got you,

She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, up on me, on me.

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon’ do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.

(A-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha) [x4]

She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spendin’ time on me
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, up on me, on me.

I’m all alone until Wednesday afternoon and plan on mulling over the following:

• Why is Kirkman’s “The Walking Dead” so damn good? I’m reading it in trades and am about to crack open volume 7. I’m no Evil Bender when it comes to my zombie preparation, but I’d like to think reading Kirkman has helped hone my survival skills.
• Why do I use words I despise? I can’t stand ‘hone.’ Also, I’m not a big fan of ‘despise.’
• Should I start writing again? Should I take it seriously this time? I’ve been fairly interested in journalism these past few months. Did I pursue the wrong writing degree? That questions assumes there is a ‘right’ writing degree.
• Why can’t Andi Smith catch a break on Last Comic Standing?
• I must have fallen out of the graces of my old MA/MFA friends because nobody told me that GM published an article about treadmill journaling. Note to self - be better about KIT. But then again, maybe my old MA/MFA friends like me after all…no one told me that DD was proposing a radio project on Pete Seeger and no suggested i join him as a research assistant.
• Life is less lonely when you’re playing a good, story-driven video game. I recently finished GTA4 and genuinely miss Niko, Kate, Dwayne, and Brucie. I’m playing Assassin’s Creed and feel no attachment to the characters.
• Why was I annoyed by Veronica Bellmont a year ago? Why am I a fan now?

Sarah, Lluvy and I went camping this weekend and I made some progress on a number of the items on my 101 Things list (namely, I read a lot of Walking Dead). I also made some progress on some of the hiking/exercise/fitness/health goals I made. Because those goals are all fairly long-term, my progress is available on my Gyminee profile. If you want more detail (my weight? you really want to participate in my weekly weigh-ins?), join Gyminee and ask for my hand in friendship.

No lyrics this time, sorry!

I’m once again using goodreads, this time to keep track of the books I’m reading for my 101/1,001 project. Here’s my profile. I suddenly find myself obsessed with Richard Ford and am juggling a novel and a story collection. I’ll likely read Richard Russo’s newer novel. If anyone from the ol’ ANTM clubhouse has book suggestions, pass them on please!

My new hobby is trolling youtube for covers of kick-ass songs. Take your pick:

or

Here are the lyrics for your singalong pleasure:

I,I gotta new life
You would hardly recognize me I’m so glad
How could a person like me care for you?
(Why?)Why do I bother
When you’re not the one for me
Ooooo, is enough, enough?

I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes
I saw the sign
Life is demanding without understanding
I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes
I saw the sign
No one’s gonna drag you up to get into the light where you belong…
But where do you belong?
Under the clean moon
For so many years I’ve wondered who you are
How could a person like you bring me joy?
Under the pale moon
Where I see a lot of stars
Ooooo Is enough, enough

I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes
I saw the sign
Life is demanding without understanding
I saw the si-ign and it opened up my eyes
I saw the sign
No one’s gonna drag you up to get into the light where you belong…
But where do you belong?
Oh!Oh, oh, oh

(Larger instrumental break)

I saw the sign and it opened up my mind!
And I am happy now living without you
I’ve left you, oh-oh-OH!
I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes I saw the sign
No one’s gonna drag you up to get into the light where you belong

(I saw the sign - I saw the si-i-ign) I saw the sign!
(I saw the sign - I saw the si-ig-i-ign)
(i saw the sign - i saw the si-ign) i saw the sign!

And it opened up my eyes, I saw the sign! (sign, sign,sign)

99. Attend an event at the Polaski Club

For daddy/babyboy date night, I took Max to a polka dance at the Pulaski Club — it’s the self-proclaimed largest and best Polish/American social club in the Central Phoenix area. I didn’t get many photos (damn iPhone has the crappiest camera), but Max had a great time dancing and being doted on by plump Polish grandmothers. He was given a free potato pancake covered in apple sauce and made everyone laugh when he tried to stand on his head.

My favorite part of the evening was the way Max reacted to the band. Every time a song would end, he’d whip around to look at the band and then clap as hard as he could. Adorable.

…and with these fabulous ladies. Sing along, if you’d like!

Lyrics:

Oh oh oh oh oh
Yeah

You have so many relationships in this life
Only one or two will last
You go through all the pain and strife
Then you turn your back and they’re gone so fast
Oh yeah
And they’re gone so fast, yeah
Oh
So hold on the ones who really care
In the end they’ll be the only ones there
And when you get old and start losing your hair
Tell me who will still care
Can you tell me who will still care?
Oh care

Mmmbop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, ba duba dop
Ba du
Yeah
Mmmbop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, Ba du dop
Ba du bop, Ba du dop
Ba du
Yeah

Oh yeah
In an Mmmbop they’re gone
Yeah yeah

Plant a seed, plant a flower, plant a rose
You can plant any one of those
Keep planting to find out which one grows
It’s a secret no one knows
It’s a secret no one knows
Oh, no one knows

Mmmbop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, ba duba dop
Ba du, yeah
Mmmbop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, Ba du dop
Ba du bop, Ba du dop
Ba du, yeah

Oh
Yeah oh

In an mmm bop they’re gone
Oh yeah oh
In an mmmbop they’re gone
In an mmm bop they’re not there
In an mmmbop they’re gone
In an mmm bop they’re not there
In an mmmbop they’re gone
In an mmmbop they’re not there
In an mmmbop they’re gone
In an mmmbop they’re not there
Until you lose your hair
Oh
But you don’t care

Mmmbop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, ba duba dop
Ba du, yeah
Mmmbop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, Ba du dop
Ba du bop, Ba du dop
Ba du, yeah

Yeah
Oh yeah oh oh
So hold on the ones who really care
In the end they’ll be the only ones there
And hen you get old and start losing your hair
Tell me who will still care
Can you tell me who will still care?
Oh care

Mmmbop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, ba duba dop
Ba du, yeah
Mmmbop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, Ba du dop
Ba du bop, Ba du dop
Ba du, care

Can you tell me? oh
No you can’t ’cause you don’t know
Can you tell me? oh
You say you can but you don’t know
Can you tell me? oh
(Which flower’s going to grow?)
No you can’t ’cause you don’t know
Can you tell me? oh
(If it’s going to be a daisy or a rose?)
You say you can but you don’t know
Can you tell me? oh
(which flower’s going to grow?)
No you can’t ’cause you don’t know
Can you tell me? oh
You say you can but you don’t know
Oh yeah
You say you can but you don’t know
You dont know
You dont know, oh

Mmmbop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, ba duba dop
Ba du, yeah
Mmmbop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, Ba du dop
Ba du bop, Ba du dop
Ba du, care

Oh
Can u tell me? oh
No you can’t ’cause you don’t know
Can u tell me? oh
You say you can but you don’t know
Can u tell me? oh
No you can’t ’cause you don’t know
Can u tell me?
You say you can but you don’t know