Archive for February 2010
I mentioned that I’m a Lost Addict, right?
Well. I’m also in love with this man:
Totally in love with him too. (And The Office).
But! (Yes, there’s another but).
Too bad fictional characters are so much better than real people.
Oh. Just for good measure:
I have always been a fan of the super group “USA for Africa” and the original 1985 We Are the World. So it’s only fair that I state my official opinion of this new collaboration to help those affected by the earthquake in Haiti this year.
What I liked: Michael Jackson. He was the best part of the original, he’s the best part posthumously. NO one could replace his cool “wearetheworld,wearethechildren” refrain. But we appreciate the help from Janet anyhow.
Rap? I can dig it. Didn’t like it at first, but it works. The 1985 version drags on at the end and I appreciated how the rap breaks up the monotony. What’s up Wyclef Jean.
What they did wrong? Two words: Justing Bieber. Ultimately, he’s just a mess of a recording artist. But to give him Lionel Richie’s opening lines? Serious mistake. Puberty is going to hit that kid like an avalanche…
Here’s the original:
You gotta miss Bruce Springsteen…
My name is Lauren. And I am a Lost addict.
1) It all began with a killer fifth season finale that suspended my attention for 8 months straight.
2) Serious countdown until February 2nd.. when the world would finally know what happened when Juliet set off Jughead… Me: “Guess what?” My friend named Mike: “What?” “Lost starts in two weeks.” “REALLY?? You NEVER told me…”
3) I spend up to 4 hours (sometimes) searching for a website that will stream internationally to my lonely island of Tahiti. Because I’m not a quitter.
4) After watching an episode, I go to an awesome blog called Popcandy… and I read 3-400 comments featuring other Lost-addicts opinions and theories on episodes.
5) And finally, I hit the instant replay button… and recount the ENTIRE episode to my mother.
But you know what? I don’t even care. That show is the best. And I will wait it out until the end no matter how many alternate time lines they create. If only so I can see Sawyer and Juliet back together!
That’s the end of my story. Except, contrary to AA groups, I have no intention of overcoming my addiction. Go Losties!
I do a great many things that waste time. Facebook is probably number 1 on that list, but as I’m beginning to feel my brain cells ooze out of my ears every time this boredom-fest occurs, I’m trying my level best to replace it with other time-wasters. It has recently been replaced with a new website. (Consequentially, this is probably much worse for my brain since I merely click the mouse every ten seconds, but somehow I enjoy it much more. It’s great while talking on the phone). This website is Flickchart.
I, being the movie buff that I am, could find nothing more awfully addicting. It’s all very simple: the screen pops up with two movie posters (occasionally they’re funky international ones) and you choose which one you prefer between the two. So say it comes up with Charlie Chaplin’s Modern Times and Confessions of a Shopoholic you would, without question, choose Modern Times because everyone knows that Modern Times is a beloved classic and Shopoholic is one of the worst films ever made. It then creates your top 20 list based on your choices. My top 5 currently stand as: 1) Glory 2) Up 3) Batman Begins 4) Star Wars and 5) Master and Commander.
It gets (relatively) tricky when it’s something like Saving Private Ryan and The Breakfast Club. These are two of my favs, and Saving Private Ryan is clearly a better movie but I’d probably be more apt to re-watch The Breakfast Club over the weekend. So you see how much thought needs to go into such decisions. And… how much time. Oh it’s fun, yes it is.
For those who are good at math.. this would equal up to my third blog. I left the first one on blogger because the google account system prevented me from signing in about a year ago. This sounds like a lame excuse (because it is) but although I probably could have kept blogging a few months later… this remained my constant excuse.
My second blog was lame. Beyond all lameness. I chucked it into the void of internet trash. So here I am, starting fresh. My feeble attempts shall continue once more. If anything, maybe I can publish every once in a while when I hear of a new killer band, or see a much-talked of flick, or watch a new epic LOST episode (that could be every week). Until then – I welcome myself back into the blogging world.
You know what? I better just get this out of the way right off the bat: I live in Tahiti. No, I’m not lying, I’m sorry if you think I should be tanner. I speak French. The end.