It’s a Chinese band! I was watching a documentary on China yesterday with X and found their culture interesting on different levels. But it’s not what I want to talk about… I want to talk about THIS!
OMG - It’s wonderfully daft on so many different levels! This song concluded the documentary. 
The thing is… Bye Bye Disco and You’re My Superstar don’t sound like a cat going through a blender. So are they taking the mick out of their own sound? O.o
You know, I hate you Lindsay… and I just can’t say why…
Oh yeah! Because my hubby has a crush on you! DIE! Or be humiliated or sue me or something. I don’t have any money anyway.
http://www.ew.com/ew/article/0,,20205193,00
Just the first one of course. But the others are quite funny too. If I think about it though, Lindsay Lohan and I might be best of friends if I were all famous and beautiful. (…need… surgery…) Hell we might even be lesbian lovers.
So this is to you, Lindsay. I think next time, I might write a song about you.
Annoying starlet Sarah Silverman has recently made a video for her ‘long time boyfriend’ Jimmy Kimmel breaking the news that she was fucking around with 2007’s Sexiest Man Alive. It really wouldn’t have worked if Matt Damon wasn’t in the music video. It totally works.
Jimmy Kimmel’s response was considerably lower than Sarah’s and a hell of a lot funnier. Matt Damon and Ben Affleck have been mates for years and have been featured in films such as Dogma and Good Will Hunting. Knowing that this dynamic duo was pretty much inseperable, Jimmy cleverly responded to Sarah with this.
Jimmy for the win!
How do you afford to get so many stars in one music video? Robin Williams, Don Cheadle, Harrison Ford, Brad Pitt, Cameron Diaz, Christina Applegate, Rebecca Romijn, Benji Madden, Joel Madden, Dicky Barrett, Christopher Mintz-Plasse(Mclovin’), Lance Bass, Dominic Monaghan, Meatloaf, Pete Wentz, Joan Jett, Huey Lewis, Perry Farrell, Macy Gray and Josh Groban.
Damn. O.o
So it goes a little something like this:
I take my grandad out to the bank. I know by the look in his eye before he even opens the car door that he wants to talk about his bowel movements. I sit still, paralyzed with dread. It was only yesterday that I had taken him to his Colonoscopy appointment. All he could talk about to the poor nurses was his sore knee he banged sometime last week, how he made a mess of his bed when giving himself an enema and how his testicles had been grabbed and pulled on when he was 14. Of course, these were all stories I’ve heard before. Many, many times before.
He plopped down happily beside me and hollered, “Hello, KC! How’s the car running?!” Damned be to my nickname.. and him for losing his hearing aid.
“The same as always, grandad.”
I drove on as soon as he put his seatbelt on. My hands clenched tightly to the steering wheel.
“Did you hear about Daniels? He’s doing something to raise the taxes!” he said in a gruff manner. He was always on about politics and people within the government though he knows absolutely nothing about them. He believes there is a conspiracy but he doesn’t know how or why.
“Oh yeah? What did he do?”
“I don’t know.. but he’s doing something. Did you vote for him?”
“No… I don’t get caught up in politics.”
We drove in silence, or what was close to it. He often likes to clear his throat quite loudly and then he gurgle the phlem within his throat for a while before swallowing it when he hasn’t anything to say.
“Oh yeah.. I haven’t gone today.” he said, almost puzzled.
I looked at him surprised.
“Gone where?”
“To the toliet. I usually go several times a day.”
I really don’t think I need to say more as you can get the picture.
So… is your grandfather anything remotely close to mine?
NOTE: *I do love my grandad to bits but there are just sometimes I think I might go crazy if I was stuck with him in a room for more than 3 hours*
