Know My Name

I know that I'm supposed to be all indie and shit, but there's this part of me that just cannot, cannot help but love pop culture. Pop music, terrible TV shows, movies that rot my brain -- I love them all. I feel that people who only listen to elitist indie rock or watch Donnie Darko on a loop are cheating themselves out of things that are manufactured... erm, made to get you feelin' happy.

Case in point -- I am completely in love with I Love New York 2. I have to admit that I didn't watch season 1; that Chance guy was far too much to handle. But dayum -- this girl is feisty. I love how she just tells it like it is, and does stuff like make the guys get beat up by chick kickboxers in order to show how (awesomely) domineering she is. She wakes up in the morning and will not leave her room without her 2 inch false eyelashes on, even if she is just going to smoke a cigarette. I wish I could get away with that kind of drag queen-esque behavior; if I wandered around with a giant weave and blue eyeshadow on all the time, I'm pretty sure none of you would hang out with me. However, the best part of the show has got to be Midget Mac. This guy is hilarious. Watch this clip and you'll see just how kick ass he is.



The best part came later when he was recapping the event, and talking about how his "mofuggin froggy popped."

I'm sure I recapped American Idol when it was on last year. I love that show. I've always been of the opinion that second place is where you need to be in order to be an AI success story. Hell, Clay Aiken sold more records than Ruben Studdard, even though the big guy was the winner. (Cheese and rice, Clay Aiken fans -- that's a post of its own.) But I read somewhere that the 1st place winners on that show only get something like $100,000 for their first contract, which may seem like a lot to you and me, but may not quite be enough for all the whoring out they will inevitably do of the winner. I'm pretty sure the artists can't write their own songs, and the ones they do are so over-processed and tweaked that they're probably not even close to the original. This brings me to my point -- Blake Lewis. Two of his songs leaked the other day, and I have to say that they aren't half bad. I mean, something has to be said about the fact that he feels the need to beatbox in every song, but still. They're no "Tattoo" (Jordiiiiiin), which is a good thing. I'm pretty sure he's going to experience moderate to great success, which is always nice to know when said person comes sputtering out of the ever-churning American music machine.
Blake Lewis -- Break Another
Blake Lewis-- Know My Name

This has been a really slow news week (aside from the devastating fires in Southern California, natch). I guess the biggest item has got to be that Madonna dated Tupac Shakur (TUPAC, glarrrghghg) in the mid-90's. Yes. I mean, she was wild, but Pac? Damn. That's hardcore. What would everyone have thought? It was going on just a year before he was shot -- do you think he would be remembered as the American gangster he is now? Or just "that guy who was dating Madonna who got shot"?

This is random, yes, but what is up with Zac Efron seemingly wearing caked on foundation like, all the time? Did anyone see him in High School Musical 2? (I guess I'm disclosing everything today, yeesh.) The sun literally reflected off his skin... he was like this jumping, skipping, singing bronze statue. Does this mean I have to start calling it "Mankup"? Kind of like "Guyliner"? I'm so confused.

And with that, I'm leaving you with this picture. God damnit, I love cats.