July 21, 2007

Could you keep it down? I’m trying to read.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Yes, I joined the throngs of fans and went to a midnight release. Rachel, Matte and I decided to do this at around 9:30 tonight. We went to Books, Inc. in Mountain View because I heard they were selling books to those who had not preordered. We arrived and waited in the line of people who spontaneously decided to get our copies tonight. The pre-paid people received their numbered tickets, and we heard them hand out tickets beyond number 200. We thought we’d be sitting outside for hours, waiting for the numbered folks to get their books before we got ours. But just our luck, when 12:01 struck, they let the last-minute sallys in to pay for their books, and GAVE us our books.

We were out of the store by 12:10. While the planners and pre-payers waited for their number to be called. Sweet! And 20% of the FULL priced-book went to Mountain View schools. Bonus!

********UPDATE 11:00 pm********

I finished the book. All 759 pages of it. I won’t mention anything here, just that I refused to put it down (except for the 5 hour stint helping a friend move today.). Who moves on the day the final Harry Potter book comes out anyway?

July 17, 2007

A real tough cookie with a long history

Back in, oh, 1980 I got a cool tape from Rainbow Records. (Yes, I am old enough to have been buying tapes in 1980 with my own hard-earned allowance.) Anyway, the tape was titled Power Play and it was one of those K-Tel compilations. Oh, I loved it…side 1 anyway. Side 2? Not so much. So I would usually fast-forward past The Spinners, The Whispers, and Shalimar to get to the end of Side 2 so my Panasonic tape player would flip over to Side 1, which had “good” songs like Call Me by Blondie, My Sharona by The Knack, Any Way You Want it by Journey, and my favorite on the entire tape, Heartbreaker by Pat Benatar.

Damn, I loved me some Pat Benatar back in the day before we ever heard the phrase “I love me some…”.

Here’s a bit of useless information for you: Did you know that the second video ever played on MTV was by Pat Benatar? It was! The song was You Better Run, and I saw it, at that eventful airing. Of course, until today, when I looked it up, I had not remembered that Pat’s video was the second one played on August 1, 1981. (Everyone remembers the first one by the Buggles, but Pat is often overlooked in the trivia world.)

Back in the early 80s, I played that K-Tel tape over and over until it started squealing that metallic screech that occurs when a tape has been played to death. I also watched MTV for hours on end, waiting for Nina Blackwood or JJ Jackson to play my favorite artists. I didn’t care that their library had only about 40 videos and they played Cliff Richard almost every hour. I was waiting for Pat Benatar, who’s videos are now on YouTube and yes I watched some today. Shutup.

It seems that I have recently become re-obsessed with Pat Benatar. Why, you may ask? Actually, you are probably not asking that, but instead thinking, “Good lord, this woman really needs to start living in the now, and get over her teenage crush on The Outsiders’ Sodapop Curtis, and lose the 80s playlists already!”

Finally, this past Sunday night I attended my first Pat Benatar concert. Yes, Pat Benatar is still touring. At age 54, and she ROCKS! Whoa. Thirty years after she burst onto the music scene, she is just as much a rocker as she was at 24.

We sat in the second row, among the reformed stoners, and chicks who used to wear pants that zipped from the front of the waist, between the legs, all the way up to the back of the waist, and headbands tied around the crown of their head.

The crowd was roaring when they announced Pat Benatar would finally be gracing the stage. Neil “Spyder” Giraldo began wailing on his guitar before even he walked onto the stage. His guitar was bright green, loud AS HELL, and sounded frickin’ AWESOME. His hair is now gray and he sports a gray goatee and he still exudes coolness (perhaps even moreso). He took his place on the platform and rocked while he waited for his wife to appear. (Did I mention we were in the second row? Like near the front of the stage where the speakers were? Yeah. Loud. The way rock is meant to be heard!)

Dressed in an outfit of all black, accessorized by a sparkly black sequined skinny tie, Pat made her entrance, singing “Livin’ with my eyes closed, goin’ day to day….” Yeah, she was All Fired Up, and so were we. We were instantly taken back to the 80’s, screaming like teeny boppers. We shook our fists in the air, and we made horns with our fingers. And we sang. Loudly. Pat made all her signature dance moves, including her air guitar which she manages to do without looking at all dorky. She is Pat Benatar, for Pete’s sake!

Our throats were sore from screaming and cheering, as were our necks from the head banging when Pat finished the last song of her regular set. Yes there’d be an encore, but June, Sherrell, and I could not imagine what Pat had left in her library to blow us away with. Well, DUH, maybe a little-known song like Love is a Battlefield.

If I had one complaint about the show it’s that it was too short. I could have listened to so much more. Pat’s energy was infectious and she made me want to release my inner rocker chick, scream and yell, grow my hair out long, and wear it messy, and smoke cigarettes to make my voice raspy and throaty.

So let’s see…this summer I’ve seen the Police reunion tour, and now Pat Benatar. In September I am going (with June and Sherrell again) to see Def Leppard, Foreigner, and Styx. Triple shot of kick-ass rock.

Yes, I live in the past, as far as music is concerned. But I like the “classics.”

July 4, 2007

“The greatest moment in the history of American sports”

Would occur if Joey Chestnut from San Jose, CA, wins the Nathan’s Famous International July Fourth Hot Dog Eating Contest, according to one of the announcers.

Oh, and this would also make Joey Chestnut an American hero, on par with Abraham Lincoln, Neil Armstrong, and…Taylor Hicks. Taylor Hicks?

Another contestant dedicated his hot dog-eating to N!kk! H!lton, because she lives in the shadow of P@ris, and this contestant feels that he lives in the shadow of Joey Chestnut. Yes, perhaps N!kk! has not seen the quantity of ahem…”hot dogs” as her sister. Poor girl. But I am sure that she is flattered by the dedication.

All of this was on ESPNHD. HD? Do we really need to see people shoving frankfurters into their mouths in high definition? And then replayed in slow motion in the case of a photo finish?

Apparently we do, because I watched it. And Joey Chestnut did his country proud as he chowed 66 hot dogs. He defeated Kobayashi, who only guzzled 63.

Yes, people, the Mustard Belt is back in America, on this, the Nation’s birthday. Thank you, Joey Chestnut. You made San Jose proud. So readers, today when you are at your 4th of July BBQ or party, please, raise your weiner hot dog to Joey, American Hero.

Now it’s time for the Scripps National Spelling Bee in HD. Because you totally need high def to hear kids spell things like pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.

June 14, 2007

So this guy named Gordon* kept me up too late last night

…along with his friends Andy and Stewart.

The Police played at the Oakland Coliseum last night for the first time in twenty-four years. I was there, twenty-four years ago, which means I am old. Because only an old person would go to a show on The Police reunion tour and ask for ear plugs at the first aid station. And only someone old (or someone getting over the stomach flu) would not drink one drop of alcohol at said reunion concert, even though new favorite beer by Kona Brewing Company was on tap. Damn flu.
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December 17, 2006

I might have ESP

Yesterday we were watching CNN’s Time Magazine Person of the Year special. Various people discussed who they thought deserved this year’s title. Some names mentioned included Kim Jong-il, Barack Obama, the creators of YouTube, and Iran’s President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad. One woman on the street offered her opinion–Britney Spears for dumping K-Fed. Uhm…no. Although I didn’t hear Heather Armstrong‘s choice (she was part of a panel of bloggers interviewed for the show), I think it’s safe to assume she didn’t say Brit.

Near the end of the hour-long show, there was the obligatory suspenseful commercial break before the big reveal of this year’s cover. As we waited with bated breath, I said to Matte, “Watch. I bet the cover will just say YOU. You are the person of the year.”

I was right! Time Magazine’s Person of the Year for 2006 is you. And you, and you, and you!

Now if only I had this same talent with lottery numbers.

November 17, 2006

Where are they now?

About a year ago, I wrote this.

Then today I read about one of Heidi’s latest recruits. This is wrong on so many levels, but I sure hope he refrains from the ear nibbling.

November 11, 2006

What’s wrong with this picture?


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