Judging “Daddy”

July 18, 2008

The Chicago Tribune web edition has an oxymoron hovering on-line in their feature titled, “We Don’t Judge”. Thing is, that’s exactly what they’re doing.

Taylor Hicks once again, as seen numerous times in the on-line rag-mags, is hung up to be pummeled like a virtual punching bag. Like witnessed on many of the on-line ‘news’ sites, Taylor Hicks is having his name thrown in like a virtual paperwad into the Loser’s Can. The winning example, in this piece, “Grammy-winning Carrie Underwood”.

“I Get Knocked Down” Chumbawamba (Arlo, this one’s for you.)

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That video reminded me of my morning. I wake up to make coffee, had to open a new can. I open the can and out whooshed the coffee, exploding right into my face. I wandered into my pantry for the creamer, brushing the grinds out of my eyes. We had just bought a 6-pack of the stuff, all bound up in some of the most resilient plastic wrap available. I hadn’t thought to bring scissors so used my fingers to stretch the plastic. Thinking it wide enough to get out one of the containers, I pull and the bloody thing explodes. Yep. Into my face, all over my hair, pajamas. It’s in the nooks and crannies of the shelves around it and the items on the shelves, the floor and into the cat food bowl. I was a walking coffee with creamer. Darling Man walked in on me and laughed until he cried.

Okay, maybe I did not get knocked down, or knocked out, but it took me an hour to make coffee.

The chicagotribune.com mentions several Idols by name, you know, to get those Google alert hits. They omit one of the fan favorites and big on-line draw, Jason Castro, so I’ll insert his name here. The blurb’s focus instead, aimed at the much hyped contestants, Carly Smithson and Michael Johns, who finished prior to Castro. Naturally, runner-up David Archuleta and winner David Cook rounded out the paragraph. (See, I can do it too.)

Really if this chicagotribune.com knew their Karaoke contest, Chris Daughtry would have made a more knifing comparison. After all, the battle between the Taylor Hicks and Chris Daughtry fan bases, in some cases, still carries on, trapped in time, like the Hatfields and McCoys.

Taylor Hicks “forgettable”? That’s a rather ill-timed selection of words. Taylor Hicks has been receiving a respectable amount of positive media attention the past few months since he began his Broadway appearance in “Grease”. Mr. Hicks also was included in the PBS special, “Capitol Fourth”. He’s been seen on CNN as well as FOX news segments for his work on Broadway and his “Early Works” CD that is coming out in August. He’s also making the entertainment interview circuit in MTV interviews to talk about his new body of work promised to be issued this Fall.

The chicagotribune.com piece does get one thing right – phrasing the show as “Television’s biggest karaoke contest” – and I liked their idea for audience members to vote the Idols off the tour as it goes on. Interesting, and it could make going to see one of the concerts much more fun; I can imagine the audience acting more like attendees to a WWE match.

Some of the more passionate members of Taylor Hicks’ fanbase have already began gathering on the site to post their support and smack down the chicagotribune.com site.

Apparently some folks are remembering Taylor Hicks. Heads up chicagotribune.com, Taylor Hicks hasn’t been completely lost and forgotten.
“Everything’s not lost” Coldplay

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When I counted up my demons.
So there was one for every day.
with the good ones on my shoulders,
I drove the other ones away.

So if you ever feel neglected,
If you think that all is lost,
I’ll be counting up my demons, yeah,
Hoping everything’s not lost.

When you thought that it was over,
You could feel it all around,
And everybody’s out to get you,
Don’t you let it drag you down.

‘Cause if you ever feel neglected,
And if you think that all is lost,
I’ll be counting up my demons, yeah.
Hoping everything’s not lost

If you ever feel neglected,
If you think that all is lost,
I’ll be counting up my demons, yeah,
Hoping everything’s not lost.


Somebody Switch on the LiteBright

July 18, 2008

It was inevitable. The Taylor Hicks fan site once named after his ‘ex-girlfriend’ has decided they once again hate me. Chill and the gals have – since they’re having a melt down of sorts, perhaps shut me out. Chill use to work that ploy in the past when the Muckies are having at me so I can’t reply. It’s something that she must have learned in Bully 101. Woe is me.

Taylor Hicks fan, BrightLite, on top of being somewhat ditsy has reading impairment. I’m also always fascinated at her complete inability to spell the simplest words correctly. Well, ‘if you can’t do, then teach’, isn’t that how that phrase goes? After all LiteBright is some sort of school teacher. Yes, I’d want my kid under her instruction.

Poor little LiteBright went into full spiral melt down after hearing about my post I had written that morning. I have just a portion of her rambling non-paragraphical nonsensical ravings focusing around her erroneous interpretation of my posting. Since she misread the post, it seems she’s been afflicted with sort of green with envy goob, it’s dripping from her long and pointed nose.

How interesting they could all have such a laugh over something that had not yet been posted. All I had up that previous night were music videos, yet they were somehow reading about it that night and having a good laugh. LiteBright and Taylor Hicks must have looked into her crystal ball or asked that Ouija board. She has mentioned what fun it would be to play Ouija with him. Yes, granted it was a full moon last night – now we see her blossom into a big squawking full Loon.

Check it out, LiteBright says,
“I am certain Sunny that Taylor is “following” you. He is your “Daddy” girl, he is your “old friend” as you say.
In fact he likes you so much, he came HERE last night AFTER reading your blog”

Meanwhile the blog post in question was not posted until that next day…

“… and spent the evening with GF’s here, and laughed his ass off at you. How do I know it was him, because he said so, and I beleive it! lol We could not laugh hard enough or long enough at you.
For crying out loud. Be real girl.
Best advice…get a life and live it. If you can’t get a life, invent one then, but do anything except make a fucking fool of yourself by printing fantasy garbage on a public blog where everyone can read it.”

Well I guess that throws any credibility she was trying for regarding being a spiritual and good human being. I knew that veneer was about a dime deep. Now I’m sure there are some of you who wonder, “Sunny why do you talk to them? Why do you even post things like that look how they will act!” My reply, that’s exactly why I posted that blog – I knew they’d go into a spiral tizzy. I did not reference my Ouija for that information – it’s a no-brainer when it comes to that mentality. They are so amusing.

Since I am locked out, it appears at Chill’s, I’ll put my reply to them here:

“Evening you all stellar individuals. Bright your reading skills are not up to par sweetie. I did not say that picture was Hicks. I did not say that Mr. Hicks was the old friend. Whatcha smoking chica? Pass me some.

That picture referenced Aaron Ruffcorn in my hello to Jeanni reference. That picture is a photo of an old ‘friend’. Clue to who, lie in the previous sentence.

Regarding Mr. Hicks coming to my site, I’d wager you all might really eat a lot of crow should I decide to serve it up. Doesn’t make me special doesn’t make it him, could be anyone at that address.

I’ve been getting hits from that location now for the past few months. No big thing, to me, but I just thought I’d mention it to see the melt down over here. I knew it would happen.

Is it “Daddy”? That’s the ‘mystery’ brought up in the blog.

You all be good.”

Considering how they all want to paint Taylor Hicks as a gentleman, etc… it is something to think about regarding his ‘visiting them’ and ‘laughing his ass off’ at me. Certainly not the behavior of a Southern gentleman. The ladies are so conflicted.

One other point, I made the commentary about Hicks being a “pimp” as a joke regarding the Meet and Greets, I mean for God’s sake, I posted Frank Zappa’s (son actually) “Willie the Pimp” song. Now, because I dared talk about the M&G’s and joked around about it, now I’m accused of running about all over the internet assailing his character and calling him a lot of ugly names. Well, that’s what the good Duckies at Chill’s would have the casual reader think. (?)

Man, talk about blowing things out of proportion. That, my friends, how the Muck Duck quacks. Read the signs folks, read the words. Make up your own minds.

“Signs” Tesla

“And the sign said long haired freaky people need not apply
So I tucked my hair up under my hat and I went in to ask him why
He said you look like a fine upstanding young man, I think you’ll do
So I took off my hat I said imagine that, huh, me working for you

Sign Sign everywhere a sign
Blocking out the scenery breaking my mind
Do this, don’t do that, can’t you read the sign

And the sign said anybody caught trespassing would be shot on sight
So I jumped on the fence and yelled at the house, Hey! what gives you the right
To put up a fence to keep me out or to keep mother nature in
If God was here, he’d tell you to your face, man you’re some kinda sinner

Sign Sign everywhere a sign
Blocking out the scenery breaking my mind
Do this, don’t do that, can’t you read the sign

Now, hey you Mister! can’t you read, you got to have a shirt and tie to get a seat
You can’t even watch, no you can’t eat, you ain’t suppose to be here
Sign said you got to have a membership card to get inside Uh!

And the sign said everybody welcome, come in, kneel down and pray
But when they passed around the plate at the end of it all,
I didn’t have a penny to pay, so I got me a pen and a paper and I made up my own little sign
I said thank you Lord for thinking about me, I’m alive and doing fine

Sign Sign everywhere a sign
Blocking out the scenery breaking my mind
Do this, don’t do that, can’t you read the sign

Sign Sign everywhere a sign
Blocking out the scenery breaking my mind
Do this, don’t do that, can’t you read the sign.”