Wednesday, September 24, 2008

A couple of entertainment tidbits. (It's late, it's been a long day and this is all I got tonight. Sorry)

I watched my first episode of Dancing With The Stars last night.  I doubt I will ever travel down that crooked path of D list stars ever again.  Besides a couple of attractive ladies that were easy on the eyes (Julianne Hough and Brooke Burke), there was really nothing redeeming about this complete joke of a show.  A total waste of time.

Someone needs to tell Hair McGee, Julianne's brother on the left, that he might want to hit puberty already.  Maybe he could take some testosterone pills or something to help him along?   Hey blondie, Jon Bon Jovi's sissy younger brother called and he would like his hairstyle back.  (Haha, I love those "so and so called and would like whatever" jokes.)  

How about combining Dancing With The Stars with The Biggest Loser?  I would definitely tune in to see Kristie Alley have a dance off with Louie Anderson.  Or better yet, a mascot Dancing With the Stars!  Go Jazz Bear!  The mascots would actually probably be slightly more well known than the so called "stars".  I would watch a mascot ballroom dance competition.  

I am actually, and this is no lie, quite a dancer.  Just ask anyone that has seen some of my moves at a wedding reception, karaoke contest or in a back alley dance off.  I have these jiving moves that just come to me in dreams.  I wake up, write them down and then go back to sleep.  Months later, when the situation is just right, I break out some of the most provocative, passionate, killer moves you have ever witnessed at said reception, karaoke contest or dance off.  

I was once challenged to a dance off by a former enemy of mine.  Figuring that my dance moves would permanently scar his fragile sense of self, I decided to play it easy on him.  I still shattered my dance shoes with my insane moves and 3 years later he was selling cell phones for a living at a kiosk in the mall.  I blame myself for his situation because of my awesomeness on the dance floor.

I have been meaning to give the krunk a try.  Either krunk or riverdance. 

Off topic, (at least hopefully off topic) but I saw that Clay Aiken admitted what we all have assumed for years.  In case you were wondering, he admitted that his song about being invisible is actually about stalking MEN!

If I was invisible
Then I could just watch you in your room
If I was invincible
I'd make you mine tonight
If hearts were unbreakable
Then I could just tell you where I stand
I would be the smartest man
If I was invisible
(Wait..I already am)

After listening to this song a couple times, I actually think he is maybe referring to America's oiliest fitness guru, Richard Simmons.  

Simmons/Aiken 08!


sacdaddy said...

Hey, what's your email address? Do you already have your tickets for Saturday's game against Weber High? If not, call me. I've got tix to our company's suite...You and Link, Me and Tally?

Oh yeah, funny post as usual.

Cheeseboy said...

Oh, sounds awesome Sac Daddy! I actually don't have tickets.

email me!

The Yospe's said...

completely agree about the dancing with the stars. Never understood how it got so popular?!