September 10, 2007

A fine example of ADD . . .

Kyle just told me that the weather station that we've had since we got married stopped working today. You know what a weather station is, right? It's one of those things that has a transmitter that you put outside that sends information to the little receiver inside to tell you the temperature and barometric pressure outside so you can decide whether you need to take a sweater or an umbrella with you when you leave without having to actually go outside. I think the weather station was as depressed as I am that it's starting to get cold.

Typing the word "umbrella" made me think of something else. Did anyone see the VMA's last night? If you didn't, consider yourself fortunate. I didn't really like the format of having all of the preformances at separate parties. And most of you have probably heard about the horrible Brittany Spears fiasco. You know those stereotypical scenes from comedies where the main character is backstage at some sort of dance recital and somehow walks through the wrong door and ends up on stage with all of the preformers and ends up having to pretend like he fits in by following what everyone else is doing? That's what Brittany looked like. I felt so embarrassed for her.

So, typing the word "umbrella" didn't actually make me think of the VMA's. Well, I guess it kind of did, but that was a tangent. I was really thinking of when Kyle and I were in the car last week and I heard the song "Umbrella" by Rhianna. I'm not going to lie to you . . . I like the song. So we're listening and I suddenly hear Chris Brown singing a verse that i'm unfamiliar with. It ends with "you can be my cinderella" (ella . . . ella . .. eh, eh, eh).

For real? Who thought remixing it like that was a good idea? Kyle suggested that maybe they were trying to appeal to both genders. I want to know who said, "Hey . . . let's draw more guys into this song by adding a verse about a favorite Disney princess." In my opinion, that person should be fired.

I really don't remember what I was going to write about when I started typing this post. I think it originally was related to the weather station thing, but I can't recall.

Time for bed . . .

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