Eveningnoon, all!

It’s been an odd little day for me, insomuch that it’s not been a day at all. We stayed up late to watch the Superbowl (woo woo), and apparently, I’m too old to take such things on the chin. *chuckles* Though I have to say, I might’ve failed a bit in that I didn’t notice, and that I’m not indignant at poor Miss Aguilera for messing up the national anthem. Oh sure, I felt a little tug in my heart that said something had gone off a bit, but how could I be mad? I could see the players misting up (and me not too far behind them), and was also kind of keeping an eye on how long she took because of the 11 Points prop bet list. My husband and I are still out to lunch was to whether or not she kept it below or above 1:54 – it was just.that.close.

And even if she flubbed a line, she still did a beautiful job of it, much better than Miss Lea Michele did. I was surprised to find that the young lady does actually have a voice on her, but it’s absolutely untrained – good tones does not a singer make. If perhaps she got down with a franchise that didn’t autotune everything to death. I am completely deaf to autotune, but with Glee, it was completely obvious from their breakthrough hit crappy cover of Journey’s ‘Don’t Stop Believin”. The degree it was used, even at that early stage, was physically painful for me to hear; it was as if someone stabbed me everywhere and started wiggling.

I know that I have a lot of friends who are so-called Gleeks, and y’know… that’s fine. You’re allowed to like what you like. That doesn’t mean I’m magically going to understand something that exists to rip you off the second the episode is over (come buy our autotuned karaokefest on iTunes!), and by all accounts, has the most atrociously unfunny pile of stereotypes piled into a supposed plot. I don’t really find the ones that I’ve picked out from context to be amusing (fat sassy black girl! talented cripplegeek! and so on). And me, maybe I’m much too literal, or perhaps it’s because I went to a performing arts school that I don’t find it amusing that what the show has on offer is not a glee club in the freaking slightest. I’m sure it’s catchier than the more accurate ‘The Entertainers’, but eh… I guess I’ll find this sort of stuff entertaining the same time I’m impressed by the fact that Lady Gaga writes her own songs, right? 🙂 Which isn’t impressive, ’cause that’s what non-pop genres have been doing forever…

Otherwise… it’s a Monday, and I’m too old and grumpy to stay up late, which is probably indicated more than well enough. *chuckles* In the non-grumpy side of things, the latest prompt is up for the Chrysalis Experiment, and my story was Trisha’s selection of the week – good times. Of course, this means that the writing thing starts allllll over again, hee hee. I don’t have any ideas as of yet (hard to, since I’ve been asleep since it got posted *grins*), but I suspect I’ll manage to dredge up something tonight/tomorrow.

And y’know, otherwise… have a good day. 😀