Friday, December 29, 2006
Creationisn't
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Text tickles
Before I launch into more word and number fun, I have three important notes:
1. Yesterday was my half-birthday, and I only received one celebratory note all day. Thanks, Adam; without you, such milestones would be completely ignored.
2. Today is my Dad's full birthday, so happy birthday Pops.
3. This marks my 20th post, which is 19 more than I expected to have on this date.
Onto the fun. I can't think of anything that combines the realms of words and numbers more than text messaging. I know there are phones with full qwerty keyboards, but for years people relied on using the normal number pad for this form of communication. My friends and I used to be super-texting-crazy, and now it's simmered down to a regular-texting-crazy pace. I guess most people only use text messaging for conveying important things like "I'm on my way," "What's the attire for tonight?" and "Happy Half-Birthday." For us though, it was used for anytime something popped in our heads that needed an audience. This could be an Austin Powers quote that came up, a Poison song that we had in our heads, or even notification that we were going to the bathroom. It got pretty absurd, and by absurd, I mean awesome.
We used the "predictive text" feature of the cell phones. For those of you who don't know what that is, here's a very quick explanation: Normally to type "the," one would have to push 8-4-4-3-3. With predicative text, you only have to push 8-4-3 and it "knows" what word you were going for. This is a great feature that saves a lot of time and allows for easier no-look texting. It's not without its problems, though, and we've taken great joy in those problems.
The biggest issue is that some words have the same button combinations, and predictive text guesses which one you probably meant. It's easy to switch to the next word, but you have to pay a little attention. For example, "of" and "me" are both 6-3. So, if I don't take that extra step of changing the word (out of laziness or carelessness), I'll have text messages that start with "Tell of what time..." Naturally, we found these mistakes fun, and started purposely leaving them in our messages. This added a little detective-work to reading each others' notes. "Rate of!" would mean "Save me!" if stuck in a boring conversation or meeting. "That's book!" would mean "That's cool!" See how this works?
My favorite was a pretty standard reply of, "On shiv, goods, on shiv." That meant, "No shit, homes, no shit" and came up more often that you might think. "He" came up before "if," and "done" before "food," which led to such fun messages as, "He you want some done, let up know room, goods" Oh yeah, "up" is "us" and "room" is "soon." The only one I tried to remember to change before sending was "honey" to "homey," unless it was to my wife of course.
There were two other things I really liked about predictive text. First, it doesn't know some words. So I can either manually get the word to appear correctly or leave it as the Gibberish it spits out as its guess. I think you know which I choose to do. "Hey wanna grab a cursivo" came up often since it didn't know "burrito." My reply to that might be, "Nonmomoonm!" which meant "Mmmmmmmmmm!" Dave would call me a "citag," and I knew he meant "bitch." I'd try to reply by calling him and Dusty "bitches," which always came out at "citager." (Please note, I use the French pronunciation of that made-up word, so it sounds like sit-ah-ZHER. I thought you'd want to know such things.) He'd reply calling me a "mother duckes," and I'd easily know what he meant. Those phrases are all in our vocabulary now, and I've often heard myself say, "Listen duckes" at the beginning of a sentence. Usually to Dave.
Lastly, I enjoy seeing what words have the same number combinations with each other. Some are quite interesting, actually. "Lips" and "kiss" are the same, for instance. See, it is interesting. "Water" and "waves" are the same too. And (cover your eyes if you're easily offended) "cock" and "anal" are the same letter-number combination, which has led to some very anatomically-confusing messages. Those three are the best, but "prove"/"proud," "love"/"loud," and "awake"/"cycle" are kinda cool too.
I keep thinking of more and more, but I'm going to stop here. Please comment and let me know if there are any egregious omissions.
Happy Birthday, Dad. Let of know he you want some done later. Maybe a cursivo?
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
We're number fun!
At some point in my wordplay history, I brought numbers into the fold. I'm not sure when it started, but I began using a term that will soon be sweeping the nation (yes, like "baby fish mouth"): 5ever. Before I go any further, please don't confuse this with the "using numbers as letters" phenomenon I wrote about in a previous post. "5ever" is not pronounced "sever" or even "fever," but rather "five-ever." Here's an example: "My parents and Greg's parents were friends before we were born, so I've known him for, like, 5ever." Ya dig? "When the hell are we going to get on Splash Mountain? We've been in this line for, like, 5ever!" I've found that the "like" is almost a necessity when spoken, because it clues the listener in to the fact that something cool and different is about to happen. At least in my mind.
Once 5ever became more natural amongst my friends, there were rumblings of futher adjustments to the word. For example, if 5ever wasn't conveying the "more than 4ever" feel enough, some wanted to jump to 6ever. I wholeheartedly disagree, and tried my best to shoot that down as vehemently as possible. Also, my friend Kareem tried using 3ever, which didn't make any sense to me. I said, "I understand that that's less than 4ever, but is it ten years or two weeks?" His response: "It depends." Nope, doesn't work for me. "I've only known this guy for, like, 3ever" just makes no sense to me. I hope you agree, gentle readers.
But it doesn't stop there. Will Paris Hilton do something stupid and slutty in 07? I'd say that's a 5gone conclusion. One-liners weren't just Henny Youngman's forté, hell, they were his 5té.
Before we get carried away, I want to go on record and say that this technique shouldn't be used for everything. Part of what makes it effective is its infrequency in speech, so let's not go crazy. I don't want to hear people saying something is "2derful," "3bular," or "11-der." I think those could work, but only in very specific situations. If you see a heavy-set ballerina, I think it's ok to say she's wearing a "three-three." Otherwise, maybe we should stick to 5ever.
I remember years ago seeing a preview for a movie (Barbershop maybe) in which one character referred to his friend's receding hairline by saying, "You don't have a forehead, you've got a five-head." So the movement's out there, I'm just trying to focus it on some key words and get it in some everyday use. I'd love to hear other suggested uses, so post away. But be careful with this new tool, folks. With great power comes great responsibility, or something like that.
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Christmas recap
Monday, December 25, 2006
Ghost of Christmas Past
I typed in "angry Santa" on Google's image search, and this was one of the pictures that came up. Naturally, I had to go with it. Merry Christmas to all who celebrate it. I'll be heading over to the annual Klein Christmas Gathering in a little bit, so my time is short this morning. It's a great tradition we have, and I'm looking forward to it. Sadly, my friend Jon won't be there this year to attempt to tie or break his meatball-eating record, but I'm sure it'll still be fun.
Enjoy the holiday (or at least the day off from work). For your viewing enjoyment, I'm posting an article I wrote for a now-defunct website last year during the holiday season:
Spreading Holiday Jeers
Well, I guess it was bound to happen: the Christmas season is already thrust upon us again. I enjoy many aspects of this time of year, ranging from the annual Klein Christmas Gathering to the weather getting all the way down into the 70s at times. There’s one particular part of the season that really bugs me, though: the music. Now, I know I’m not original in bringing this up, but I think I have a different reason for my ire, so please hear me out. For the vast majority of people, holiday music bugs them because of its ubiquity and its downright catchiness. For me though, it’s all about the lyrics.
Case #1: The Christmas Song (first recorded in 1947 by Nat King Cole)
This song has some nice imagery and really sets it up well. I can picture the chestnuts, and I’m totally there in the scene. The cold weather embodied in a character named Jack Frost is a nice touch too. Then it happens: “To kids from 1 to 92”. Let me get this straight – my little nephew, who will be almost six months old at Christmas, doesn’t deserve a merry one? Lady Bird Johnson, who will turn 93 on December 22nd, will miss these warm wishes by three days. Why? Did the original scribe think that people of that age have had enough merry Christmases? Or that since babies can’t wish you the same, they should just be left out all together? Yes, I realize that “92” rhymes with “Merry Christmas to you,” but that’s no excuse. How about, “To kids from old to spanking new” or “For fresh-faced folks and wrinkled too”? By being lazy, Mr. Christmas Song Writer, you essentially curse the young and old by blessing everyone else. Shame on you.
Case #2: Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (written by Johnny Marks in 1949)
Allow me to paraphrase in order to set the scene: There’s this group of reindeer, all with very cool names in a highly-prestigious position. One of them, however, has a normal name and a physical abnormality. Do the others welcome him into the group since he adds diversity and a different perspective to their everyday lives? Hell no. They mock the poor bastard. They “laugh and call him names.” He tries to hang out socially with them, but let’s just say that doesn’t exactly work out. Then, the boss man steps in one day and makes him a star. Rudolph delivers when the others can’t and ends up saving the day. The other reindeer are wicked pissed and suffocate him in his sleep, right? No: “Then all the reindeer love him.” Bullshit. There’s no way that would’ve happened. They’re just sucking up to Santa since he obviously likes Rudolph now, thereby making them (you guessed it) brown-nosed reindeer. The real winner in all of this is Santa, who was this close to a lawsuit for creating a hostile work environment.
Overall, I don’t think I ask for too much from my Christmas songs. Just tell me a plausible story and don’t shit on the little guy (or the old guy, for that matter). If that’s too hard for you songwriters out there, just throw in some “fa la las” and call it a day. Happy holidays, everyone.
Friday, December 22, 2006
Days and daze
On Wednesday: Good morning! And how are you doing on this (beat) Hump Day?
Thursday, December 21, 2006
My yummy vice
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Words words words Part II
So this pisses me off on two levels. One, this was my thing. Two, since it's my thing, I should be better at getting the answers. Stupid puzzle makers. What's next, a puzzle on the power of Ralph and FB2K4? I'm watching you, West Magazine. With my furrowed brow.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Words words words
So time went by, and I was pleased to see that the trend hadn't continued. And then a new show was being promoted:
Sure, the number 3 looks like an E...upside down on a calculator. Again, I see what they're trying (especially since the name of the show is Numbers after all), but I think it looks stupid. They could turn it around at least so it looks like the letter it's a placeholder for. That's what The Nine on ABC did, and I'm much happier with their execution:
See? It just looks like a lower-case e if you're not paying attention to get the wordplay. Don't shove a 7 in my face and tell me that I have to use it as a v.
This all came up because I saw a new Adidas ad that asked me if I "believe in 5ive." I'm assuming if you've read this far, you'll probably know how I felt about that new campaign. The thing is, a 5 actually does resemble a letter - AN S! It looks nothing like an F. Let's try something: Can you spot the 5 in the sequence below?
FFFFFFFFF5FFFFFFFFFF
Did you find it? Nicely done, gentle reader. I know the fate of the world doesn't rest on such trivial matters as this, but it still pisses me off. What's next for these wrong-character characters? A 6 looks like a G, 1s could easily be Ls, and 8s have been spelling BOOBLESS on calculators for decades. Those are too accurate though - I'm waiting for that brave marketer to say, "Hey guys, we could use a 2 in the title of our new show, Tomorrow." "Oh," they'll say, "like 2morrow?" "No," he'll reply with an air of damn-I'm-awesome-ness, "we'll use it as the M!"
I hate that guy.
I can't write more now; I'm too fixated on wanting to beat up that TO2ORROW guy. I hate that guy.
Monday, December 18, 2006
Just like a bicycle
Friday, December 15, 2006
Join the blog parade
The comments are coming, the comments are coming! Well, from only one person, but that counts, right? I don't know if he's intentionally trying to prove my point or not, but so far Dave is epitomizing his role as "the contrarian of the group." He's the Javert to my Valjean, following my trail and systematically trying to destroy it. The Gerard to my Kimble. The Hedwig to my Tommy Gnosis. Yeah, I'll stick with that one. Dave's just like Hedwig.
In the immortal words of Priscilla in Not Another Teen Movie, "Oh it's already been brought-en." (I would've spelled it differently, but I don't argue with wikiquote.com.)
This is going to be a relatively short post since I'm only going to be a work for a few hours this morning. No tears though, gentle readers, for this is a happy occasion. Las Vegas, which translates to The Vegas, is a glorious place and will be a good home for me over the next two days. I feel like "Vegas, baby, Vegas" may be the most quoted movie line of the 90s. A lot of people would point to "Show me the money" as their frontrunner. Don't get me wrong, that's said an awful lot. But "V,b,V" is said not only by every single person going to Vegas, but probably said anywhere between 3 and 100 times. Like the humidity in Florida, it's the repetition that'll get ya every time. And the rhythm.
I realized after my post yesterday that talked about our grown-up Vegas trips that I still do two childish things there that probably still make people refer to me as a stupid, drunk kid. First, I have this special edition $5 chip from Imperial Palace. It has the former owner named Ralph on it. If the stories are true, this guy was a horrible person who even collected Nazi memorabilia. So while gambling at IP when Ralph still owned the joint, I used to stand that chip up so he was facing the dealer. "Do well," I'd warn them, "Ralph is watching you." This actually worked for the first few times, so a tradition was born and the legend grew. Now, regardless of the casino, I'll have Ralph with me, waiting in my pocket for me to call upon his power. I was once scoffed at by a dealer who insisted Ralph had no say over the cards. That led to the creation of a song:
"If you doubt the power of Ralph/You're gonna find yourself in a world of hurt."
Sure, it seems ridiculous, but when the tide turned and I started winning, those who had been nay-sayers at my table were suddenly asking to touch the chip, and some even started to sing along. I think it's safe to assume that they wanted to avoid the world of hurt at all costs, and can you blame them? Even though I think the Ralph chip is a true factor in the gambling world, I can understand if some would label that as immature or just plain stupid.
My other "stupid, drunk kid" thing also has a legendary track record. Some years back, I was bored at work and kept putting masking tape around the tip of my index finger. After some repositioning and stylistic changes, it looked like some kind of bandage. The divine inspiration hit: If I wear this on my finger yet still hit the table with that finger to take another card in blackjack, people won't know what to make of it. The dealer will inevitably think, "If that finger's injured, why does he keep hitting it on the table?" And that, my friends, would be my advantage over the dealers. How could they possibly draw to 21 when they're busy contemplating the status of my finger? Needless to say, it worked. Yes, again, people scoffed and asked what happened. My standard response became, "Actually, I'm not legally allowed to discuss it." That got in their heads even more! I'd move it around in a circle and say to the dealer, "It's the circle of life, Magdalena. Don't get caught up in the circle of life." Yes, I know, it's silly. But let me assure you that once again, after a few winning hands, the others at the table start doing the same circle motion they had just been mocking mere minutes earlier.
I learned a lesson as a child: "A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys." The constant stress on the tip of the "bandage" started to cause it to wear, and the inside got nastier every trip. So the sad day eventually came when I was forced to retire what I'd been calling FingerBanger. And introduce FingerBanger 2K4! This newer model blew the original one out of the water. I had steel enforced sides (more specifically, paperclip-enforced sides) and a folded up Post-It note buried at the tip for increased stability. So far the success of the original FB hasn't been replicated, but it's just a matter of time.
So, my grown up Vegas trip starts in a few hours. I'll be there with my buddies Dusty, Dave, Ralph, and FingerBanger 2K4. I'm pretty sure that's all I'll need.
(So much for the relatively short post...)
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Think we'll get there by midnight?
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Near miss
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Breaking ground
Monday, December 11, 2006
Numb skull
And numb mouth to match. Not even Rick Monday could save me from this Monday (and he's good at saving things too). At 7:00 in the morning, I went back to the dentist this morning for my cleaning and filling. As I wrote to my wife, "I had a Russian woman dentist with the beside manner of...a Russian woman." She barked things out to me throughout the procedure as if she were in charge of this mission and she'd be damned if some kid from America was going to blow it for her. "Head down." "Bite!" "Open more!" "Floss better." Since she passed dental school, I'm pretty sure she has the ability to say more than two words at a time, but after an hour with her, I can't say for sure. I'm having some oatmeal now, but I still feel like I have three cheeks on top of each other on the right side of my face. Let's hope this wears off by the time I want to eat actual food.
So, we went to Twilight's birthday party with the karaoke aspects I'd been worrying about. As it turns out, the singing set up was different than I'd imagined, and we're all happier for it. Instead of one person with a mic up at the front of the room, there were three mics being passed around the seated guests. This led to a lot of group songs and less of the pressure I'd put on myself. "Piano Man" by Billy Joel was a big hit, with tipsy folk belting it out loud and proud. I sang along on a few, but only truly co-starred in one. First, allow me to set the scene a little more. I would estimate that 80% was gay. Therefore, almost the entire Rent soundtrack got played (including one duet twice in a row for some reason - there was almost a gay-off to decide who was better). So when time came for me to "straight it up", my fellow breeder Dusty and I performed a lovely duet of Dr. Dre's "Gin and Juice." Nothing changes the flow of a party quite like "We gonna smoke an ounce of this/G's up, ho's down while you muthafuckers bounce to this" and "So turn out the lights and close the door/But for what? We don't love them ho's." We yelled "Bee-otch" a few times when the screen told us to, and Dusty took the liberty of changing "Compton" to "Encino" in one of the lines.
After the applause died down, one of the party guests announced that there was too much misogyny in that song and that the party needed a change. Naturally, she opted for a Dixie Chicks song about killing a man who either abused or sexually assaulted the protagonist. I didn't hear all of the lyrics, but I'm sure it undid the ill will that the Straight Posse brought to the party. Final score: Murder 1, Bee-otch 0.
Wimpiest sentence I've written all month: I'm sore from playing Nintendo. Dave bought the Nintendo Wii, and after swinging the controller violently to mimic the motions in the tennis, golf, baseball, and bowling games, my body thinks I actually played them. On one hand, it's really cool to have the system work like that. I actually was doing front-hands and back-hands in the tennis game to hit the ball. On the other, when I play a video game, it's not because I want exercise. I want a system so I can sit and be mentally stimulated for a while, not stand and work out. It's a cool system, and I definitely want to see what it's like with other games, but it's not one I walked away from saying "I have to have that."
I just dug my fingernail into my gums, and I officially have some feeling back now. I probably should've tried that a different way that wouldn't result in pain. Live and learn, eh?
Time to do actual work now. Sucky. Good luck with the rest of the Monday, everyone.
Friday, December 8, 2006
Banana fana fo
Have a great weekend everybody.
Thursday, December 7, 2006
Molar Imperatives
This time is different though. This time it's a new dentist, and it's been a lot longer between cleanings than it should. Like four times as long. Sorry Mom. But I'm a big boy, so I'm gonna go in there, act like a man, and take whatever the doc's got for me. My wife tells me that today will probably just be x-rays and a "consultation" and that I'll be scheduling a cleaning for later. That's good and bad news. On one hand, I won't be upset to get in and out with as little scraping and spitting as possible. On the other, that means I'll need to psych myself up for another one of these visits very soon.
As I'm sure is the case with almost everyone, going to the dentist reminds me Advance Placement U.S. Government in high school. What? I'm alone in this? Weird. Here's a long and unimportant story as to why:
I enjoyed certain aspects of high school. I was never one of those kids who celebrated like he won the World Series when the final bell rang on the last day of the year. I liked seeing my friends every day, and nerdy as it sounds, I enjoyed the learning process that took place in some of my classes. My classes though, even the ones I liked most, were often a little less stimulating than I needed. So my friend Dusty and I would often come up with ways to make things a little more interesting to us, and I know how lame this is going to sound even before I type it. We'd make little games up to occupy our minds.
One such game involved little gestures for everytime certain students' names were said aloud. (Sidenote: There's a wonderful, all-time great story about this in a Spanish class that I'll hopefully get to address at a later date. It deserves its own post because it's stuck with all of us to this day.) These actions weren't meant to be distractions or for anyone else to notice, but rather a way for Dusty and me to add a more interactive element to the class. For example, there was one student who would very haughtily take off his glasses with one hand before making a point, as if to emphasize how very intellingent he was. So everytime anyone said his name aloud in the class, Dusty and I would casually scratch one temple or loosely mimic his defining action. Our friend Scott was on the varsity basketball team, so his name made us lightly tap the desk in reference to dribbling a ball. Yes, I know, we were such bad asses. The most convoluted of these actions (and we probably got to about 20 of them in the class of 30ish) was for a quieter guy named Dennis. Dusty asked me what we should do for his name, and I glanced at my watch. Why? Because Dennis sounds a little like "dentist", and according to the old and stupid joke, one goes to the dentist at 2:30 since it sounds like "tooth-hurty." He agreed, and from that day on until the end of our illustrious high school careers, I checked the time every time Dennis' name was uttered.
I t0ld you it was a lame story. Regardless, I think of that whenever I'm going to the dentist. Maybe you will too now, memory stealer.
UPDATE: Some good news, some not-as-good. The dentist was very nice, and he not only complimented my oral hygeine and understanding of what one must do to have a healthy mouth, but he was very taken by my philosophy on golf ("Yes, it's frustrating, but it's a beautiful place to be frustrated."). The not-as-good news is that I have to go back Monday morning for the cleaning, so I wasn't able to get it all done at once. Also, I have a small cavity that needs a filling (insert sexual joke here). So, even though I have to go in again and will require some unenjoyable drilling, at least the people are nice.
I somehow forgot to mention it earlier, but my mom's been told by her dentist that she has "perfect home dental hygeine." I know this verbatim because she's very proud of that, and rightfully so. But has her dentist ever complimented her on how she perceives the game of golf? We'll call it a draw.
Tuesday, December 5, 2006
Auto-followers
There is one language train of thought though that has captured people's interest much more than any other: Auto-followers. I don't remember exactly how or when this started, but the basic premise is that there are certain words that are only used to preceed other specific words. That is, they have "auto-followers" after being uttered. (Sidenote: Somewhere along the process, we incorrectly started referring to the first words as "auto-followers", and even though that doesn't make sense, tradition trumps accuracy in this case. I don't say that often, trust me.) Every once in a while, a friend will ask me to call upon the list of auto-followers (AFs from here on out) and I have a hard time remembering more than two or three. It's been a group effort from the onset, but I'm taking the lead and using this space to officially get the AFs down somewhere for future reference.
One of the best examples, and possibly the one that started the whole trend, is "scantily." The beauty of true AFs is that I don't need to tell you what word comes after it. I can't even think of an example of how else is could be used, even though it never is. "The hole in the ground was scantily covered by leaves" is the closest I can come up with right now, but even that sounds pretty off to me.
I will call "scantily" a Class 1 AF, meaning the truest of the true to me and those who have discussed this lingual phenomenon with me. Class 2 AFs would be ones that definitely lead you to a thematic answer, but the actual word could change. For example, I normally think of "torrential" as a Class 1 AF, but I've had people reply with both "downpour" and simply "rain." Even though it's clearly "downpour" to me, my family, and several friends, since not everyone replies with that, I'm making it a Class 2. Same family of response, but not the same exact word.
Another Class 2 AF is "noxious." Again, I thought this was a Class 1 until a few people replied with "odors" instead of my automatic "fumes" response. Definitely the same idea, but not universal enough for the lofty Class 1 status.
Here is a short list of AFs that I believe to be Class 1:
Scantily
Furtive
Hermetically
Crotchless
Furrowed
Corrugated
(Another sidenote: My friend Dave likes to be the contrarian of the group at times, so when asked about "crotchless" years ago in college, he replied, "Roommate!" and pointed to our roommate Greg. I don't think that's enough evidence to warrant a Class 2 ranking.)
AFs are hard to come by. People often think they've found one, only to be rebuffed at their first attempt to elicit a response. For example, "pearly" seems good on the surface. People usually think of a word immediately, but that word could be either "white" or "gates." Since those words aren't related, I think that takes "pearly" out of the discussion completely.
The rest of the ones accumulated over the years are not yet classified. Some I believe to be quite true, but I need more input before being more certain. If anyone's reading this, please comment on what you think about the listed ones, add your own if you think of any, and let the fun with words begin.
Categorically
Supple (if not for "Pinball Wizard" by The Who, I think we'd have a Class 1 here)
Vehicular (I'm sure in legalese there are several uses for that word, but I think of one)
Mitigating
Irreparable
Duly
Have at it, gentle readers.
Monday, December 4, 2006
A talking muffin!
It was a great sports day for me on Saturday. I went to the football-less UCSB, but I've always been a fan of UCLA since my mom, aunt, uncle, two cousins, mother-in-law, and father-in-law went there. Even if the Trojans win the next three national championships and the Bruins suck those years, they'll always be able to point to "that time when..."
And then, watching my Lakers beat up on the suddenly hapless Clippers topped it all off. It's a very rare day indeed when I'm on the right side of two LA-LA rivalries.
So yes, you may now revel in my truly special pre-cog ability.
More later, I hope.
Friday, December 1, 2006
Beating the odds
Here's what's on my mind right now: My friend Twilight is having a birthday party in a week. They're apparently making karaoke a component of the party and have asked people for requests of what they'd like to see on the song menu. I've done karaoke four times in my life. Three of them were pretty standard:
- I sang "Paperback Writer" by the Beatles with a friend at a bar mitzvah when I was 13
- "When Doves Cry" by Prince with my buddy Scott at a Sweet Sixteen when I was 16
- A loungy version of "Like a Virgin" with my brother when I was probably 20 for an audience of maybe 5 people
The fourth was not so standard, and since I had the most fun with it and got better reviews, it's skewed the way I've viewed karaoke ever since. My friend Jon and I (notice I never do this alone) sang "Burning Down the House" in gibberish. All made up words except for "burning down the house" and "fight fire with fire." It was great - the confused looks from people who couldn't understand what we were doing ("The words are right there on the screen!") were priceless. Sure, I sounded a bit like the Swedish Chef, but whose gibberish doesn't?
(Sidenote: Should I be capitalizing 'gibberish'? I know it's a made up language, but it's still a language. Does one write 'Pig Latin'? Probably, because 'latin' looks weird. I'm starting a movement on this. Plenty of good seats still available on the bandwagon.)
So here are my options: I can either skip the karaoke part all together - the leader in the clubhouse right now - and just watch others ham it up, find a good and funny song that I can "sing" normally without having to have any kind of singing voice, or find a song that I can do something special with like the BDtH example.
Option 2 is slightly difficult. I can maybe get my one of my friends to sing "If I Had $1,000,000" by Barenaked Ladies with me. I could sing "Punkrock Girl" by the Dead Milkmen quite easily. Or...nope, that's all I've got right now.
Option 3 is super difficult. I don't want to do BDtH again, even though I have some ideas on how to make it better (i.e. audience participation). I could do a stalker version of Richard Marx's "Right Here Waiting" to leave everyone with that creepy feeling. Nothing evokes that better that saying "I will be right here waiting for you" with a clenched jaw and wide eyes. That would get old a third of the way through it though.
That's where I am right now. Mentally. Physically, I'm at work and have to start doing actual work. Messed up priorities, I know. So, I'd ask for advice, but that would require people reading this...that's a tricky one. Well, they don't call me Balls-Out Natalie for nothing. Any advice?