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Saturday, July 01, 2006

Corinne Bailey Rae

Earlier this week on the Tonight Show, hosted by Jay Leno, the British artist, Corinne Bailey Rae performed. At first I wasn't very impressed by her vocals. They seemed amateurish and I couldn't understand any of the words she sang besides, "Girl, put your records on...let your hair down." As the song progressed, her smile widened and I started getting into the song, which she ended up nailing in the end. The music was catchy, but not catchy enough for me to remember it days later. However, I did recognize her face on MSN, something I'm glad about.

When I saw the link to her MSN music page, I thought I'd give her another try. Maybe the sound on Leno was bad that night or maybe she was nervous. I found that the record wasn't too shabby. I understood the words on the recording a lot better than her live performance, and "Put Your Records On" is a pretty good, fun song.

If you like a British singer who actually sounds British and enjoy hearing a pure, girly but soulful voice, give Corinne Bailey Rae a listen.

Hard-Headed Hasselhoff Causes Harm to His Arm

Poor David Hasselhoff. While shaving in a British gym, he smacked his noggin on a chandelier. His hard Hasselhead broke the glass, which came crashing down onto his arm, severing a tendon. The former Bay Watch star had to get surgery on his arm and stayed overnight in London's St. Thomas' Hospital.

He is in Great Britain doing some ads for Pipex, an Internet service provider for the United Kingdom.

To read a longer article on this event, please read MSN's TV News article, "David Hasselhoff Undergoes Surgery."

Good News -- Not from MSN, either!

Shortly after writing the complaint entry about not being able to find a job, I had a drop-in interview at a prestigious hotel and they hired me on the spot! The best part is they hired me for TEMP work and if I do well, I'll be invited back during the year to do other temp work. (They host big events during the year, the most of which occur during the summer.) This is so exciting for me!

Monday, June 26, 2006

Saturday Beach Fun

I had a really great weekend! My best friend called me Saturday afternoon asking me what I was doing. Since we live so far from each other, I knew something was up.

"I've got a full tank of gas and I want to come visit you!"

Those were the best words I could have heard at the time. (It was a pretty boring Saturday before she called--I hadn't even gotten dressed!) Recently she has had to move out of her current apartment and into a new one in another nearby city. Because of this, she rented a mini van to move her stuff into her new apartment. Telling me she'd be at my house in two hours, she didn't leave me much time to take a shower, get dressed, and clean my disastrous room, but I got to work and even had time to clean the bathroom! By the time she arrived, my room was convincingly clean (though I told her not to even think about opening my closet lol.)

It was about 6PM before we headed to the beach. It's kind of funny because living in San Francisco, you'd think she'd visit the beach often, but not her. I guess she works too hard to actually get her bum over there. In her rented mini van, we blasted her CDs as two cool chicks in a silver mini van should. Turns out the beach we went to was a beach she visited as a child. I swear this girl is part mermaid! I don't know how she does it, but no matter what kind of weather, she will ALWAYS get her toes wet. This time, she even went wading. (It was too cold and overcast for me to even dare look at the water. )

While she was off wading, I wandered off to a hill completely covered in greenery. It was beautiful. (The picture at the top of the entry is one I found on the Internet--the beach I went to was more secluded and less bare. It was a cove.) I made friends with a banana slug and crawled into a bushy area with a waterfall. I'm definitely coming back later in the summer when it warms up a little. It would be a perfect spot to go swimming.

When more people began gathering at the beach, we decided to leave and visit some other nearby beaches. My gal pal wanted to take me out to dinner after our beachcapades, but instead of dinner at an Indian restaurant, we ended up getting dinner at a burrito place at 10 PM--right before it closed. Somehow we had gotten terribly lost, driving eightteen miles in the wrong direction. It was pretty damned fun, though, because it was just us and our rented silver mini van on the open road. Oh yeah, and the blasting "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" CD.

Although we had gotten completely turned around and lost, we somehow found our way back to my house without looking at a map or asking for directions...with the exception of stopping at a "meats" store (like a 7-Eleven, but...meatier?). But that doesn't count, 'cause the guy giving us directions was a bit loony and mixed up. He knew the restaurant my friend wanted to go to and she asked if it would take less than half an hour to get there.

"Yes. It's less than half an hour--only 35 minutes," he said with his thick accent. That made me and his clerk friend start laughing. They were sweet guys for helping. But like I said, female intuition brought us home.

'Twas a wonderful weekend.

photo © Dennis Murczak for CC:PublicDomain

Lohan Stokes Hot Under the Collar Baller

MSN Entertainment just featured a story about Lindsay Lohan’s spat with Sean P-Puffy-Diddy-Daddy Combs. Apparently Lindsay went to the bathroom to start a fight with Paris Hilton at an exclusive Prince show at Butter, came back, and P Diddy had settled in her seat. Lohan, an actress or singer–not comedian–supposedly tried “joking” around with Diddy-Daddy about him sitting at her table. He was not amused. Sparks flew and so did Lindsay’s mouth before she flew the coop: “No one can treat me like that! I don't care if you are Puffy!” [Read the full MSN story here. June 22, 2006 article by Kat Giantis.]

I think the real question here is: Why is there a club called Butter?

Sunday, June 25, 2006

How's a person supposed to get a job around here?!

May is when it started. It, being my job search, hunt, obsession. I've become a stalker of jobs. Almost hourly, I rip apart the daily newspaper, rabidly search on craigslist, and anywhere else there might be a job posting, hoping and praying I overlooked a job for which I am qualified. Being a professional [Aside: Does 'professional' imply getting paid cash for your work? NO!--I am receiving a degree for all my hard work. Though, if you think the word 'professional' implies cold, hard cash, I have gotten multiple scholarships for my work, thank you very much. Studying does pay off. (This aside was for my benefit more than anything.)] student for most of my life, I haven't had much experience doing much of anything. Sure I've had some jobs, but none of the normal jobs that everyone has once and hates. (Like working in retail or at a fast food place.) This means I'm not qualified to do those types of things over the summer. Even for the jobs that require no experience, some snotty 16 year old who will devote future time to the Gap has a better chance at getting that job than I. I'm constantly moving from home to school from school back home. Employers hate that. Or maybe they just hate me.

Earlier this month, I got turned down for a dishwashing job at a local restaurant, completely lying about the length of time I'm available. "As long as you need me, sir." Still, nothing. I'm about at the last straw with this whole job obsession, but I'm going to go repeat the entire process over and over again until I am employed. Out comes the red marker and the newspaper.

Oh, God. I'm already foaming at the mouth.

Photographer Fails in Lame Attempt At Picture of Baby Jolie

According to this MSN Entertainment article, a twenty-five year old man hid in the bushes outside a daycare facility, waiting to take a picture of Angelina Jolie's four year old adopted son, Maddox. The man was put under citizen's arrest (by the owner) and was released on bail set at $1000.

Isn't there some law (perhaps involving copyright) stating no persons under the age of 18 can have pictures like this taken of them for publishing purposes? Not that the paparazzi have ever had much respect for the law, or privacy for that matter, but why would they risk publishing such a "lawsuitable" photo? The greenery in the corners of the photo would probably tip police off that it was a hidden camera taking the picture when it's printed in the tabloids. (Unless, of course, they crop the picture, which takes some smarts, which this doofus of a discovered-bush-dweller doesn't seem to have.)

It's amazing that people like that 25-year-old get off on a meager $1000 bail. How do authorities know that he wasn't some creep taking pictures of little kids and it just so happened that he picked Maddox' daycare by accident? Where's that part of the news, MSN?

And not-so-related, the article mentions Angelina Jolie is only 31. Really?