While I do realize and appreciate that Facebook is becoming more and more user-savvy, I have a complaint to register. It has to do with the new “You May Know” feature. There are people in that little 2×3 box that yes, I do know… and yes, have successfully avoided since deleting them from my friends list.
See also: exes.
Please offer a better alternative, or at least a filter that can weed out these unwanted people, as I am getting sick of seeing them on my home page almost every day.
Apparently there is another strike in the works, but this time it’s not the writers. Pretty soon, the actors’ contracts are to be renewed and things aren’t looking too good. Both SGA and AFTRA are discussing terminating all agreements. The industry really cannot afford another strike; they lost an estimated 2.3 billion during the 3 months during the WGA strike.
…and now this? :( I don’t mind, personally. Just as long as the kinks are worked out by the time I return from Europe…
I need to share Lauren Pritchard with the world. She’s just too good not to. I first saw her (three times) in Broadway’s hit “Spring Awakening.” And then I was directed to her MySpace that has a few of her own songs. She’s currently recording an album and is absolutely amazing. Her soulful voice and tone make her quite an easy listen.
I can’t find a decent video or songbyte, but check out her MySpace and let me know what you think!
Be on the lookout later this year for a movie called You and I (Finding tATu). It stars Mischa Barton, a slew of Russian actors, and the plot is outlined as such on the IMDB website:
Two teenage girls, Janie who is American and Lana who is Russian, fall in love after meeting at a t.A.T.u concert and are swept into a dangerous world of obsession, drug abuse and murder.
This isn’t the first gay-for-pay / gay-related role that Mischa has played. There was a stint on The OC as well as that movie Lost & Delirious, where she wasn’t a lesbian, but roomed with them — so close enough, right?
Gays playing Halo, or as I’d like to call it - Gaylo play, are more abundant than one may think. (Don’t believe me? Check out gaygamer.net!) Anyway, I’m wondering how, downstairs, there is an ape of a heterosexual man screaming “FAGGOT!” every five seconds at the television…
Does he know? Or are we still in the 90’s where that is an acceptable insult? Maybe they’re trying to re-masculize themselves since… well, they’re playing video games and not real sports.
Why anyone would enter a Facebook relationship is a mystery of human nature. Sure, there’s some joy in the beginning, when your names pop up in the mini-feed with a small heart, alerting all your friends (and more importantly, random acquaintances) that you are capable of love, and of being loved by someone else, preferably someone who photographs well. And what joy those first few weeks are, what with old friends inquiring publicly on your wall about your love life.
That feeling wears off after a few weeks. Soon enough, that person becomes just another outclick on your profile. And you start to wonder, “do the people quietly stalking me care about me, or just care about judging my relationship?” No longer “interested in random play,” you start to think about all the late night searches you’ve been excluded from, and all the awkward sex with strangers you’ve missed out on.
You start going out less, you’re tagged in fewer pictures together. Sure, that Saturday night you stayed in and ordered Chinese food and watched Garden State was all right. But sometimes you miss hanging out with your friends and poking other people. You start to wonder if your Facebook profile is defined by your relationship status, if your relationship has taken over your internet life. Things start getting complicated, but you can’t say that. Sure love is complicated, but there’s no reason for everyone to know that your love is complicated.
Eventually, you’re just miserable. You’ve heard every story and know every Facebook interest. That little heart has long dropped from your mini-feed. The joy is gone. It’s time to break up. And then it’s time to Facebook break up. A broken heart appears beside your name. And you’re ashamed. Maybe you never were capable of love, capable of the sacrifices that being in a Facebook relationship demands. And then you’re on your own. Single. Interested in dating or whatever you can get.
That was just too good to not share with everyone.
Paramore’s opening show was last night in Orlando and it was absolutely phenomenal. First of all, Phantom Planet opened to my surprise (Every O.C. fan in the house was screaming when they performed “California”).
Then the crowd went wild for Paramore. I don’t think I’ve heard louder screaming at a concert in my life. (Not even for the Backstreet Boys when I was in middle school!) Lead singer Hayley Williams is even cuter in person and what was even better than the song set was her stage presence. Being only 19, the way she handled and interacted with the crowd was truly impressive. The band delivered an hour and a half of energy and were convincing for every last minute. They didn’t seem like they were on the verge of breaking up, at all.
No one was in the business of misery last night, that is for sure.
Now that we’re winding down through the top 10 (now 9), I suppose it’s legit to start posting. Unfortunately, last night, Chikeze was kicked off. How did this happen? I’ll tell you. Kristy Lee Cook sang “God Bless the USA” and since our country is ridden with a ton of redneck, girl-next-door loving, flag waving imbeciles, she got the votes. Let’s say goodbye to my Nigerian prince with my favorite performance of his, “I’ve Just Seen a Face.”
I finally got around to watching the returning episodes of “How I Met Your Mother” and I’d like to hand it to Britney… or at least the writers… she is FUNNY! Check out the clips below.
