the songwriting in this program is divine! wow.
if you watch it through to parts 2 and 3, there are even more displays of amazing songwriting.
and naturally, you can see the talent that went into animating these episodes. i am in awe.
i haven’t logged on to myspace in FOREVER but found this message waiting in my inbox yesterday…
he’s 24 from kansas. i wonder how many times he cut and pasted this and sent it out to the myspace population. what’s really interesting is who fell for it, and his partially nude profile pic?
seriously though, if it was the 80s and i was 14 again, i probably would have thought he was cute and been drawing our initials next to each other in my notebook!! ew!! kill me.
it only took me 3 hours to go the 20 miles to get to the concert but I.DON’T.CARE!!! i love this man. what i wouldn’t GIVE to be able to sing like that.
mel b., posh spice/victoria beckham in a florescent orange dress, kathy griffin and dita von teese were there along with george michael’s dad and thousands of screaming fans.
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i can’t believe how much of these songs are part of who we are just by growing up with him!
praying for time from kathleen on Vimeo.
here’s one of my favorites…
one more try from kathleen on Vimeo.
this reminds me of my german boyfriend, ULI!! love him!
another corner from kathleen on Vimeo.
and oh, the summer of 87? 88?
here’s one he did not do last night. why am i so obsessed with cover songs?! he did only a couple - roxanne (sting,) and the eli stone song. i can’t remember if he did others.
i don’t know if i’ve been routinely suffering from numerous mini-strokes but my left eye has been twitching for the last 15 minutes - which makes it hard to read my book and enjoy my tea in bed… which is what i was doing for the last hour (i know, it’s way too early for me to be awake) until i had to get up and google eye twitching to see if i’m dying and when.
i’ve had eye twitches before which really sucks when you’re driving because then it’s pretty hard to pay attention to anything else, like that idiot who thinks anywhere he decides to jaywalk is a pedestrian crossing zone and the only thing stopping you from killing him with your car is that you noticed him and slammed on your brakes thereby spilling $2.93 worth of your triple venti skinny vanilla latte from starbucks. with an eye twitch, you aren’t paying attention and you don’t save the idiot’s life but you still spill most of your coffee and you still have to take your skirt to the dry cleaners. and let’s face it, no cop in his right mind is going to let you off because of an eye twitch and supposed strokes… not even if the idiot you killed is homeless.
so i’m nervous now and i’m annoyed that my book reading time was interrupted because the book i’m reading is amusing me (which is hard to do this early in the morning) and before you know it, the stupid snoring machine will be home from the gym and i’ll have to put up with him talking at me. probably about what would her highness like him to cook for breakfast? i know. my life is hard.
and yes, i am reading with tea in bed. and yes, it is early morning. and yes, i went out last night. and yes, i am tired and should still be asleep. the stupid snoring machine and i went to bed at the same time last night - a rare occurrence indeed. just 2 or 3 days ago, he was getting up at 4am while i was going to bed. something is so wrong about 6 hours of sleep, but that’s exactly how long brad spent in bed before going to the gym. he even had the audacity to ask me if i wanted to come with. are you nuts? it’s barely light outside and i should be asleep. i think my outrage kept me awake. i blame him. everything is always his fault - and to his credit, he is aware of this fundamental fact. so the outrage kept me up, that and the building’s trash dumpsters being removed by a loud truck with a loud engine and loud crashing and scraping noises. that was fun.
and yes, it’s tea - not coffee. i don’t know. i really like tea. and i actually know how to make that. not that i think i’m unable to learn how to make coffee. but honestly, coffee is not really worth it if it’s not espresso and since we don’t have an espresso machine and people to work it, i think maybe we should switch to tea. not that i’d want the weird, foreign starbucks baristas living here to serve us whenever we felt like it …i mean, if they’ve never heard of brad pitt or brad anybody for that matter and write “butt” or “brat” or anything else when brad orders his coffee, then they’re probably the kind of people who would disrupt my alphabetical organization of spices and cd’s and what-not.
damn, the stupid snoring machine is home and is bothering me with questions of what i want for breakfast. i guess i should go so maybe i can eat sometime this century. i’m friggin’ hungry. good help is so hard to find.
amongst men it may be a little known fact, however most women think her boobs look better when she raises her arms. picture janet jackson’s famous album cover.
i’ve recently discovered/decided that my boobs look like 20 lbs of lima beans with 7 golf balls thrown into 2 tube socks. this is a very sad day indeed.
oh, and i saw lucha vavoom last night. it was awesome. i guess they come to the mayan a couple times a year. i strongly recommend getting tickets the next time they’re around which is is november, i think, in LA. or this friday at the grove of anaheim. tickets usually sell out, btw. also, be sure to get there when doors open so you can watch the wrestlers arrive in their hot rods and prance into the venue like small foreign dictators in masks.
omg there was STRIPTEASE. yes. tassles. lots of them. here are some clips/pix.
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keep in mind the venue was dark, we were drunk, there was a lot of bumping into people and my hands were shaking for fear that dirty sanchez was gonna get me.
majorettes before from kathleen on Vimeo.
and then they took off their clothes…
majorettes after from kathleen on Vimeo.
here’s the chupacabra!
some of the wrestlers from kathleen on Vimeo.
yunmi & i went to stone temple pilots with friends at the bowl last night and got together afterwards at chris & andrea’s for a little impromptu guitar hero. totally fun. told my friend, julie, in boston about stp and that i am sitting up-close-and-center on friday at george michael in anaheim and she asked me, “what did you, find a time machine or something?” i love julie. she cracks me up. now if she’d only get cracking and move back to california!
(photo courtesy of the innernets)
they started with “big empty” and i hate to admit it, but it was bad. the vocals were off. it would have been passable as a warm-up but we didn’t need to witness it - especially since the tickets weren’t free.
they played their 6 biggest hits including creep, vasoline, plush, wicked garden, interstate love song…
it was fun. single girls could get dates at this concert as most of the men attending were most definitely not gay (unlike every other cool LA event.) we drank 30 oz. beers for $10 a pop which is a pretty darn good price for LA. and we ended up a bit tipsy by the end of the night (don’t even hardly remember the guitar hero part) which means the beers weren’t TOO watered down!
if i HAD found a time machine, i would have revisited those envelope jeans i wore in the 8th grade with the pink paisley fold down waist and matching pant cuffs and suspenders! and maybe the bangs… and the feathered hair. and while i’m at it, joining billy blanks’ tae bo gym in sherman oaks when i first moved here for $350 and then only going once. the fitness racket is where it’s at, people. we’d all be millionaires if we promised people perfect bodies for the low low price of $9.99 a day!
some girlfriends and i went dancing last night at zanzibar. So. Much. FUN!!
here’s a video clip of a girl who celebrated her birthday at the bar so all the men gathered around her in a circle and waited for their chance to dance with the birthday girl. it was dark but she dances in and out of the light.
salsa dancing at zanzibar in santa monica from kathleen on Vimeo.
i will definitely go again. it’s only $5 at the door and they give lessons every monday at 8pm for beginners and 9pm for intermediate. we danced with so many fun and talented dancers last night (and some 2 left footers as well.)
pumpkins are orange. some leaves turn orange before falling from the tree. carrots are orange. and of course, oranges are orange. (whoever named that one was either a genius or super stoned at work that day.) but otherwise, there aren’t many other things in nature that are orange.
cheese. orange cheese. is that natural? do we have cartoon cows running around producing halloween cheese? or maybe some artistic farmer decided to spice it up a little one day by adding coloring to give his cheese some variety - a one-up on his neighbor. i never saw orange cheese until we moved to this country. is it an american thing?
today i made macaroni and cheese. OUT. OF. THE. BOX. and i don’t have a four year old or any other good excuse. and it wasn’t even shells and cheese, oh no. it was the good old fashioned kraft space powdered cheese kind. yum.
it’s a freaking million degrees in socal right now and brad has the flu. neither of us wants to go out into the heat and buy groceries. my choices were cream of celery soup, rice (which takes almost an hour to steam,) tuna (which brad hates these days,) bananas (which ixel claims make you sweat more,) eggs, pickles, cottage cheese or hummus with no pita.
what would you have done?
i don’t know why, but there’s something seriously tasty about orange cardboard powdered cheese!
btw, these boxes of mac and cheese have been in the pantry since 1942 or whenever i last went to costco. brad yells at me for eating things that have been sitting around for more than 30 seconds. but as long as there are no visible traces of fungi or maggots, i think it’s fine. i’m not picky. but don’t worry - i’m much more discerning when i have dinner parties. i swear i’ll never serve you rotten food!
i’ve never really been single in my adult life - a serial monogamist, carrie bradshaw would call me. today, i helped a single gal fill out her match.com, jdate and sugardaddy profiles. i even emailed a few potentials. what fun!! i got to live vicariously through her. it’s amazing to me how online dating has become the norm. even people in their early 20s are doing it. good looking people who seem to have everything going for them. so to all of you who think online dating makes you look desperate - fuggedaboutit. JUST DO IT. everyone else is.
brad and i took ballroom dancing lessons for about a year with most of that time dedicated to the tango specifically. now we never actually looked like this but in my dreams, we were better!