Good Music or Bad Taste?

Kickin’ it with Cee Lo’s new song.

So curiosity finally got the better of this reporter and I went to You Tube to listen to Cee Lo’s “F___ You” song. Dozens of different parents groups are complaining about this song, because of its potty- mouth lyrics.

“I see you driving ‘round town with the girl I love and I’m like f___ you” the song opens with this line and describes a woman whom Cee Lo is pining for and her new, presumably rich boyfriend. The catchy, Motown-infused tune is irresistible, and will have you humming along even if you’re against such rough language.

“F--- You “ has been a target for criticism, especially by the Parents Television Council, a non-partisan media watchdog group. Dan Isett, their director of public policy commented that Cee Lo’s song is “just the latest example of an entertainment industry bent on racing to the bottom of the barrel.”

Cee Lo sees it differently. “That’s just what you say in that situation, you know? We didn’t put that much thought into it. It’s got a sense of humor and it’s about being silly.” With 9 millions views on You Tube and preorders on his album “the Ladykiller” exploding Cee Lo seems intent on proving that a song can make it without extensive radio play, if it’s catchy enough.

Cee Lo did bow to his record company’s pressure and recorded a cleaner version called “Forget You”. Having listened to both I have to admit that “Forget You” lacks the punch of its raunchier version. My husband, who hates cuss words- agrees “this is a special situation, the rough words make that song!”

So AVCers what do you think? Is Cee Lo’s song a sign of the apocalypse or just a fun you-broke-my-heart song? Or is there another song that you think is too dirty to air on radio? Let us know in the comments section.

I was held hostage at a TV taping!

I went to a Big Bang Theory taping and it lasted 5 hours! And they really didn't want you to go to the bathroom-they would actually ask you if it was an "emergency"
A longer post will follow...

We made friends wherever we went!

The Lancaster bar crawl was so much fun! We went to five bars and had a great time. Everyone was so friendly that I'd gladly visit the bars again. The article will be in the latest AVC Examiner which will be out 9/14-pick a copy up!

The picture is my new friend Ty from the Backdoor who said I looked 10 years younger than my actual age. Love you TY!

Bar Crawl-Friday

It's for journalism class, I swear! Katie and I are going to five bars/clubs in the AV to write reviews and to test taxi cab call times. We'll then write a feature story on cool places to go when you're over 21 and how to get home safely. I haven't been to many clubs around here so this will be fun! Stay tuned people!

All that work was so worth it!

I'm the room mother for my son's 4th grade class and it's been a lot of work. Parties, baskets full of goodies to be auctioned for charity, writing a play for the GATE kids to preform in, I did it all.

I spent near $600 in party supplies, science experiments and gifts. My mother never volunteered in my class, I was the youngest of five children and she was too tired for that crap by the time I came along. I always fantasized that I would have a mommy that would throw class parties and buy fun things to give away in my class.

It never happened...When I would tell my mom that we were having a party, she would always tell me to volunteer to bring in the napkins-they were cheap and didn't need baking. She never really understood how cool it was to have that kind of mom-the enthusiastic volunteers who enjoyed their time in the classroom.

So, I vowed that my son would have a different sort of experience. I have been the room mother to his classrooms from first grade on. I also volunteer about 8 hours a week in his classroom, helping the teacher. Sometimes I enjoy my volunteering, sometimes I wish those responsibilities would disappear.

I got 32 thank-you notes today, telling me how wonderful I am. The kids from Mrs. Tidwell's fourth grade class let me know I made a difference in their lives. My son's thank-you note told me how much he loved me for coming in week after week and throwing those cool holiday parties. The Boy's friends told him how cool his mom was for buying everyone journals, pens and stickers to decorate them with. The look of pride on his face was worth all the stress.

Here's to all the parents who volunteer at their kid's school-you are making a difference and you should be very proud of yourselves!
Have a great day!

Front Page and Above The Fold!

I'm so excited! I write for the AVC Examiner and today my article on the cafeteria being in debt made the front page. It has the best picture, taken by the amazing Vanessa Hines-I just am so happy with the way it turned out.

I worked really hard on this article so grab a paper and check it out!

I'm Sick..Can you sing "Soft Kitty" To Me?

Blah. The comic book convention made me sick! I got a cold and a cough that sounds like tuberculosis-charming, I know.
The song "Soft Kitty" is a joke on the show "The Big Bang Theory" where one of the brilliant physicists acts like a five-year-old every time he get sick. Sheldon then requests someone sing his childhood favorite song "Soft Kitty" to make him feel better.

Soft kitty
warm kitty
tiny ball of fur
happy kitty, sleepy kitty
purr, purr, purr

OK now sing it with me.....
Thanks, I feel better already.
I love the "Big Bang Theory" for making smart people funny on TV. It's hard to believe it comes from the same brilliant minds that gave us "Two And A Half Men". I hate that show, mostly I just hate Charlie Sheen. What a waste of talent!

Will Wheaton guested on "The Big Bang Theory" twice now as Sheldon’s nemesis-Will Wheaton. WW bested the genius physicist both times in hilarious episodes. Will Wheaton’s blog and books are funny, check them out.
http://wilwheaton.typepad.com/

I Have Met The Geeks & They Have Made Me Their Queen

The Wizard World Anaheim Comic Con is being held at the Anaheim Convention Center from April 16-18 and boasts appearances from William Shatner and Stan Lee. Three days of autograph hunting, comic digging and costume viewing…It’s a birthday present for my husband, does that make it easier to understand what the *bleep* I’m doing here?
First, you must understand that I am a partial geek myself. I am a fan of the original Star Trek series, in fact William Shatner was the first man that I had a huge crush on, at age nine, and I am a fan of some comic books-well, five, in fact. My husband owns 20,000 comics and has a veritable Wikipedia of the Marvel Universe in his head. I once complained to my mother of my husband’s comic book obsession and she said, “Well it’s better than him shoving his money down some strippers g-string and coming home drunk.” Good point Mom, yes it is. She always was the voice of reason.
So off we go to Comic Con, THE SAINT (my husband, who puts up with me), THE BOY (my nine year-old son who is too smart for his own safety) and me. On Friday, we learn Stan Lee, the Shakespeare of the comic world will be taking photos with fans but autographs will only be given to winners of a drawing on Saturday. THE SAINT AND THE BOY lose their collective minds! The genius behind Spiderman, The Fantastic Four and The X Men so close- but not signing for the maddening crowds?
I buy a picture with the great one but it’s not enough-Stan Lee’s autograph becomes our Holy Grail. THE SAINT is a math genius, capable of doing fearsome sums in his head-he calculates our odds are 1 in a 1000that we will obtain the 87 year-old’s autograph. That’s ancient! He might even drop dead at the Comic Con! What to do?
On Saturday THE SAINT and THE BOY go ahead of me to the convention as I have Journalism homework to do and they obtain the Golden Ticket to the Stan Lee Autograph raffle. I arrive later, earning another two tickets by bringing The BOY back to the booth.
The rest of the day is spent running from booth to booth, buying a zombie picture of THE BOY-which came out great, and buying an energy drink that looked like blood for the TWILIGHT fans out there. We finally get in line for the Stan Lee photo experience which seems miles long-clearly this is an octogenarian with some pull!
We are informed by Bruce that there are only two acceptable places to put your dirty unwashed hands on Stan Lee during the photo op-the small of his back and his shoulder. The unsaid message is –DON’T TOUCH STAN LEE WHERE HIS BATHING SUIT COVERS-YOU PERVS! This of course, leaves me no choice but to urge THE SAINT to touch the Great One in the forbidden zone. If you don’t shout rules at me I’m very law abiding, but once the rules are voiced-I’m an anarchist.
Fortunately, The SAINT and THE BOY take their pictures without further incident and are called to be finalists in the autograph drawing. THE BOY and I wait in the concessions area where a great many costumed fans congregate. For the uninitiated, Comic Cons are a Halloween-esque departure from reality. Nice girls with cellulite dress as the slave Princess Leia from “The Return of the Jedi “ and hordes of geeks jockey to take pictures with them. It is a mediocre girl’s nirvana. Yes, “bitter your party of one”-the table is ready.
THE SAINT emerges from the unwashed, t-shirted crowd waving an 8x10. Do tears glisten in those brown eyes?
“I won Stan Lee’s autograph-he stayed and signed the back- up people’s tickets too!” The glossy photo glowed with a fan’s fervent love.
“How you doing, kid?” Stan Lee had said, his eyes sparkling. With those simple words, the legend of all comic geeks graced THE SAINT with the gift of a lifetime and shellacked his wayward wife with enough brownie points for ten years. Bad food, big crowds- it was so worth it!