Music Monday: OneRepublic

     Last week I didn't put any names in the titles of the Monday and Wednesday theme posts. I wanted to be able to explain a bit before anyone skipped over the post because they disliked the focus. Yeah, I have weird ways of doing things. At any rate, from now on the Monday/Wednesday posts will have the topic in the title, so you do have the ability to skip over anything you hate. You shouldn't do that, though. You should read everything I post. I'm that cool.

     This week's musical focus is a band, not a single song. As such, I'll "showcase" a couple of their songs. This week is OneRepublic. Yay! I had heard a couple of their songs before, not knowing who it was and not really being pulled in. The first song of theirs I fell in love with was "Secrets." First up, though, is a (probably crack-induced) fanvid of Avatar: The Last Airbender. You'll recognize the song.

     Okay, so it's weird. Deal with it. Anywho, I've got seven OneRepublic songs lined up on Grooveshark that I listen to all the time. I won't give you videos or audio of all of them. That would be insane. But I did mention "Secrets," which happens to be one of my favorites. After I heard it in this movie, which had the song in a cute little nerd-love scene. It kinda fell from my mind, though, until I started watching the newest season of The Sing-Off. (Side note: I watch a lot of reality tv, and a lot of talent competitions. I'm sick.) The group that performed it ultimately went home, a very bad decision on the judges' part, but it solidified my love for the song.

     I must admit, I had a really tough time choosing which video to put there. It was between the one above (which sort of tells the story) and the actual scene from the movie. It had Tesla coils! I'm still torn, actually. Moving on, I believe we need one more song to finish this off.

     I belt this one ("Come Home") out when I'm alone in the house. Not because I want my family to come home. Just because I love it. And, ya know what? Here's that other video. I can't let myself leave it out. He's such a nerd!!!

Wow-You're-Hot Wednesday: Another Beginning

     To continue on Monday's theme-within-a-theme, I wanted to do another theme for today. At the moment, Mondays and Wednesdays include an hour-long block of me sitting in a library with nothing to do. This seems to be a perfect time to write inane blog posts. Obviously, since Monday has an alliterative theme, Wednesday should, too. So, what would I want to blog about? Music - done. Hmm...hot guys! I like hot guys. Of course, I had to make it into a semi-descriptive word/phrase starting with the letter W. Thus, "Wow-You're-Hot."

     The guys featured here won't be just any guys. These are celebrities, which means they're rich in addition to being hot. Now, since beauty is in the eye of the beholder, there may (probably will) be some guys featured that you find not-hot, or just plain unattractive. Deal with it. It's my blog.

     Where do I find these men? I never forget a hot face. Once someone in a movie, on tv, or in some online feature catches my eye, I always remember him. For easy access, I have a list saved onto my computer of 29 cute celebrities. That's not even a year's worth if I do one a week, but don't worry. There are always new faces out there.

     I'll just go down the list, which is in absolutely no order whatsoever. So, without further ado, here's the first Wednesday feature:

Oh...hello.

     Stephen Colbert, everyone.  (The t is silent. For real.) In case you aren't familiar with him and are too lazy to Google, he's the host of the Colbert Report (again, silent t), a late-night "talk show" on Comedy Central. His character is an extreme right-wing...well, nut. Strangely enough, some of his most devoted viewers are the ones he's making fun of. He's that convincing.

     He's funny, he's intelligent, he's a great speaker. Oh, and he's hot. Don't forget that. Those eyes. That smile. I also love his hair. I love it so much that one of my life's goals is to touch that hair. When he shaved his head, I wanted to die. He's like Samson -- nothing without his locks.

     I watch the Report every night it's on. It's like a pilgrimage of sorts, except with less movement and more eye strain. In fact, I'm writing this while waiting for the show to come on. Only 8 minutes...with that said, I think it's time to wrap this up. I hardly did the man justice, but words simply cannot describe some things. I'll leave you with more pictures instead. There are captions only because I have a hard time keeping my thoughts to myself.

His right ear was damaged. It makes him more human! D:

Get rid of the flag and we'll be okay.

Again...that hair. I want it for myself.

He was young once? Apparently, he was
going through a "phase."

He has a serious side! =D

A close-up of the above pic, but with truthiness added in.

Storytime

     Every now and then on Omegle's "spy" chat, someone will instruct the strangers to create a story one word at a time. This is what some random guy and I came up with:

Once upon a time, there was an atheist who loved Jesus. He decided to go gay. Then, one day, three Irishmen said that the orgy had begun. Jesus wouldn't participate entirely because of his chlamydia. Atheism is fun.

     Yes, it's short. Yes, it will probably cause both of us to burn in the fiery pits of Hell. But it was quite hilarious when we were writing it.

Music Monday: It Begins

     Both "music" and "Monday" start with the letter M, which is enough similarity for me to link the two together. The plan here is for me to post a song/artist that I'm at least semi-addicted to every Monday. This week: Moves Like Jagger (by Maroon 5).

     The video has a slow start; the music doesn't actually begin until about 46 seconds in, and doesn't get awesome until about 1:10. Just bear with me here. While I'm writing this, I'm actually watching the video for the first time. It leaves me confused and a little apprehensive. Thank goodness for Grooveshark, where I can listen to the song without the video.

     I was aware of Maroon 5 in middle school, but I never loved them. They kinda dropped off the radar (at least, my radar) before I even got to high school. I followed The Voice this past April, and Adam Levine was a judge. The first thought that popped into my head when I saw him was "Hot." That's it; just that one word. He is rather hot.

     Flash forward to summer. I'm trolling Grooveshark for songs to dance around to. (Side note: My dancing is more of a controlled flail. It's not very pretty.) This song was on the Popular list, and I recognized it because it because they had performed it (complete with Christina, another judge) on The Voice. And thus began the obsession.

     I listen to this song at least twice a day. Seriously. I dance like a maniac and sing along (poorly). It's great. It's fun. Now that you've read this, you must listen to the song, if you haven't already. Y'know what? If you've already listened, listen again. Just do it. You want to, deep down.

Srs Creepage

     Okay, I play Farkle just about every evening. And some afternoons. And a few mornings. My point is, I play it a LOT. If you don't know what Farkle is, go learn. I'll wait..........you back? Okay, great. Doesn't it sound like fun?! No? Well...it is...you're just missing out.

     I use one of the Facebook apps for it (yes, there are more than one). One of the play options pairs you up with a random stranger, and it has a fun little chat box. Everyone knows what happens when you put a bunch of people in a (relatively) anonymous chat, right? Hint: It involves perversion.

     To be fair, most of the chats I've had are clean and rather boring. There's the usual BS, discussing weather, jobs, etc. Y'know, stuff no one cares about. Because I'm a loser, a good many of my chats end up looking like this:

She just rolled 500 points. Yay her!

      In case you can't see that...

It's okay. I don't like you either.

     I like to start off the chat by wishing my opponent good luck. I'm nice like that...in Farkle games. In person, I'll rip your face off if I think it will give me an advantage. Anyway, I guess some people don't want to be distracted. I get that; it's cool. What I don't understand is when you try to hit on me. It's an online dice game. Seriously. Chill.

     This chat started like every other chat. I wished him luck, he returned it, we started BSing about weather and commented on each other's awesome rolls. Then he got really weird, really fast. I'll just put it all and comment about it afterward, stream-of-consciousness style.

     Sorry if you have trouble reading them. I was too busy taking screenshots and rejecting him to ensure good quality pics. I think the weirdness started at "feed me one." No, I'm not going to feed you a cupcake, you creep. I thought my Apple comment was pretty witty.

     Then he asked to add me on Yahoo! Messenger...and asked for my cell number. Um, hell no? I truly don't have a Y! Messenger account (mainly because of guys like this). And I don't give out my cell number online. I almost gave him my Pinger number, but decided against it because he's special.

     I was also telling the truth when I said I don't text random guys. His argument against that wins my Stupidest Argument Award. Yes, telling me your name and assuring me that we'd get to know each other really helps. Stupid douche.

     Finally, I decided I'd had enough of this crap and asked his age. What he said didn't surprise me, because I looked at his profile (the player pics are links). I figured he was pervy, because I don't think I look middle-aged in my pic. (If I do, don't tell me.) Sadly, I didn't get his response, because he ended the chat too quickly.

     It was hilarious. I like to imagine that his eyes were as wide as dinner plates. He truly freaked out. If he can be believed, he thought I was around his age. I ended up reporting the conversation, though. It creeped me out too much to let it go.

I'm Cooler Than You

That's what she said?

     You know I am. I got into Pottermore on the second beta night. Also, no wand is better than this one. You might think yours is better, but you're so wrong.

Realization

     I used to spend an ungodly amount of time on Yahoo! Answers. It was a bit of an addiction, really. I was Top Contributor in 3 separate categories, I had reached Level 6...but none of that really means anything. There is absolutely no real-world value in those achievements.

     I finally decided enough was enough when I saw this question:

     Yes, that was a real question, and the guy was serious about it. He had some...issues. I had him on my "friends" list because he was a source of entertainment. No matter how bad my day was, I could always count on this dude to ask some freaky question like this. It's stuff like this, though, that helped me realize how huge of a time-suck Y!A is. Now I only go on the site if I have a legitimate question.

Omegle

   I get bored sometimes. This is what happens.

     I'm not sure if this person believed me, or was just playing along. You get a lot of both on Omegle.