1. It’s completely ridiculous how much I love this music video.
Which has me a little worried.
Because it seems as though the older I get, the more my musical tastes regress.
Now, I’m no scientist, but I feel like I used to have some pretty some solid street cred when it came to my everyday jams, and then I turned twenty-five and everything started to go to pot, and now I use terms like “my everyday jams.”
And now, with every passing year, I find myself more and more, drawn to manufactured, heavily-produced sugary schlock.
And by schlock I mean SOLID GOLD.
God I love this stuff so much it feels criminal.
(I probably listened to this song thirty times on loop this morning. Half the time lip-synching like a fiend, and the other half dancing about like a madwoman.)
At least when it comes to Tom Hanks, my love for him will never die, nor shall I ever be ashamed to proclaim this affection.
It doesn’t matter how many terrible movies he makes, or how many times he doesn’t get the hilarious jokes in a Tina Fey and Amy Poehler Golden Globes opening monologue – the power of A League of Their Own, The Burbs, That Thing you Do, and Forrest Gump will live on, ad infinitum.
At least, scientifically speaking.
2. One of my first major celebrity crushes was on Jeremy Taggart, the drummer from Our Lady Peace.
This probably means little to most of you reading this blog, but those Canadians who remember our country’s late nineties music scene, or at the very least spent some portion of their lives watching Much Music, are all probably thinking, “Really!? Him?”
Yes, yes, we all know that Mr. Rain Maida was the sulky, skulking sexy frontman (of what had to be one of the best representations of what we now think of as a “90s band”) but even as a fourteen year-old I was always one to buck aesthetic trends, and go for the outliers.
I mean what can I say? The guy had one set of rocking nerd glasses!
My teenage hormones never stood a fighting chance.
3. I always weirdly hoped that Britney Spears and Kevin Federline would make it.
And that’s all I have to say about that.
4. I was quite sick last weekend and couldn’t run for about a week. The first time out after being laid-up by illness, I always concoct insane survival scenarios, and pretend that I’m in an Armageddon action movie, wherein I have to run as fast as I can to the secret CIA bunker because I am the last remaining top-secret operative trained in nuclear bomb disarmament.
The survival of the entire western seaboard is contingent on my success!
Normally this leads to me running so hard I feel as though my lungs are on fire and the only way I can put out the flames is by ralphing them right up.
(My lungs that is.)
But goodness knows I always make it to that bomb.
Just in the nick of time.
5. Spring is in the air.
I can feel it in my heart.
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“And that’s all I have to say about that.” HAHAHAHAHA. I’m still holding out for Justin and Britney. Justin and Britney forever.
i couldn’t help but think (and i strongly sus/ex/pect … ) that due to those ‘rokkin’ nerd glasses — you just gotta like that KiWi actor, you know, the one who (1) is half the Flight of the Conchords; (2) the evil alien in the last MIB; (3) various obscure N Z mooveez.
and good channel of F Gump. “dat’s all i gotta say ’bout thedt”
Jemaine Clement
HRH:
Just so you know what of the following is from me, I’ll put an HRH in front of it and a line separating the parts of you post from my responses.)
Below are two nights’ worth of me trying to respond to your blog post. I have been incredibly tired, especially of writing, and so at the end of the night, when I’m writing and reading blog “stuff” (my non-main writing “stuff”), I’m naturally sleepier. The last two nights, I’ve been like one of those puppies (Fast forward to :12 seconds: https://www.youtube.com/embed/JQTh40wFZe4) who resists falling asleep only to injure herself in the process.
And so, as you read my responses, you will notice rubbish of all sorts regarding typing. Some of my responses make absolutely no sense, and at times, I insert an extra line or two for no apparent reason. It’s absolute shite, and honestly, none of it is worth two-nights’ response (and now a third), but it struck me as such rubbish that I thought, “this is a rubbish masterpiece worth sharing.” At one point, I surely only fell asleep on the letter “d”.
Carry on…
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//GF My sincerest of apoloies. Sometimes it’s notheifn=i=final”m so tired right no
TnkWow, fhi ethiw I get so excited reading your blogs and wanting to comment that I can’t remember everything. So to avoid the pervasive scrolling up and down, I’ve copied/pasted your post into my Pages app and will respond with “in line text”. It’s far easier, and since I’m far sleepier at the moment, it might be far more coherent.
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1. It’s completely ridiculous how much I love this music video. Which has me little worried. Because it seems as though the older I get, the more my musical tastes regress.
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HRH:
I just finished reading this book by Tommy Wallach called We All Looked Up. A.MAZ.ING. (I can’t believe I just typed that as if I’m 16 years old.) He’s a great writer, funny, descriptive, and weaves a tale from different perspectives in a way that made me never want the book to end.
On “the older I get”…here’s a quote from the book:
“As a little kid, Peter had figured that once you reached a certain age, somebody just handed you all the knowledge you’d need in order to be an adult. But it turned out that wasn’t how it worked at all. Peter’s dad had recently admitted that even at the age of fifty-two, he sometimes woke up with the absolute certainty that he was only twenty-four, with his whole life still spread out before him like an untouched Thanksgiving dinner.”
No matter how old we get, we will always find things, even small things comparatively speaking, that we loved when we we younger that we still love today and far into the future. Some are cheesy, some legendary, others just the pop culture of times
past
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I’d heard of Carly Rae Jepsen but never heard any of her music. It was a catchy song, and had music behind it that felt energizing, invigorating, which is some of my favorite music from when I was younger. It’s that feeling of happiness and joy that makes me feel I can do anything, that I’m invincible, which is directly related to youth and also, in my case, quirky geekiness.
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Now, I’m no scientist, but I feel like I used to have some pretty some solid street cred when it came to my everyday jams, and then I turned twenty-five and everything started to go to pot, and now I use terms like “my everyday jams.”
…and “street cred” and “go to pot”…
And now, with every passing year, I find myself more and more, drawn to manufactured, heavily-produced sugary schlock.
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It’s happy. The world isn’t always happy. I completely get this. Plus, it’s youthful, and who doesn’t want to be youthful…except maybe the youths themselves.
And by schlock I mean SOLID GOLD.
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HRH:
Like this?
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God I love this stuff so much it feels criminal.
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HRH:
For the past two days, I’ve had THIS stuck in an endless loop in my head. I think you’re far better off listening to the song you played thirty times than having “Tomorrow” from “Annie” playing in your head, never leaving, like a guest whose overstayed her welcome. THAT is criminal.
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(I probably listened to this song thirty times on loop this morning. Half the time lip-synching like a fiend, and the other half dancing about like a madwoman.)
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HRH:
That’s the BEST kind of music. The absolute BEST. It makes you feel…youthful, free, joyous, invincible.
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At least when it comes to Tom Hanks, my love for him will never die, nor shall I ever be ashamed to proclaim this affection.
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HRH:
My love for Tom Hanks is eternal. FOREVER. He’s Woman’s Everyman.
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It doesn’t matter how many terrible movies he makes, or how many times he doesn’t get the hilarious jokes in a Tina Fey and Amy Poehler Golden Globes opening monologue – the power of A League of Their Own, The Burbs, That Thing you Do, and Forrest Gump will live on, ad infinitum.
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HRH:
, what movies has Tom Hanks made that were terrible? I dare you to say just one because I might have to box you into oblivion with those kinds of words. :)
At least, scientifically speaking.
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2. One of my first major celebrity crushes was on Jeremy Taggart, the drummer from Our Lady Peace.
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HRH:
No clue who this is, never heard of them, feel like I should have. *hand o’ shame*
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This probably means little to most of you reading this blog, but those Canadians who remember our country’s late nineties music scene, or at the very least spent some portion of their lives watching Much Music, are all probably thinking, “Really!? Him?”
Yes, yes, we all know that Mr. Rain Maida was the sulky, skulking sexy frontman (of what had to be one of the best representations of what we now think of as a “90s band”) but even as a fourteen year-old I was always one to buck aesthetic trends, and go for the outliers.
I mean what can I say? The guy had one set of rocking nerd glasses!
My teenage hormones never stood a fighting chance.
__________________
HRH:
Yeah, those nerd glasses did rock. (I found recent photos where he is still wearing a similar style.)
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3. I always weirdly hoped that Britney Spears and Kevin Federline would make it.
And that’s all I have to say about that.
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HRH:
I wished they would have made it, too, in that I hope for all good things. I’m n
ot a Britney Spears fan (maybe a couple of her songs, but that’s it). Secretly, I hoped they would, but secretly (or not so secretly), I knew they wouldn’t. Mostly, I’m not sure I cared and therefore wondering why I even felt the need to comment on this.
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I was quite sick last weekend and couldn’t run for about a week. The first time out after being laid-up by illness, I always concoct insane survival scenarios, and pretend that I’m in an Armageddon action movie, wherein I have to run as fast as I can to the secret CIA bunker because I am the last remaining top-secret operative trained in nuclear bomb disarmament.
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HRH:
This is where you and I are such opposites. Being quite sick versus running…and, drum roll, please….being sick wins over running any day of the week! Bring on the germs.
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The survival of the entire western seaboard is contingent on my success!
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HRH:
We do, we really do. If left up to me, the world would basically be obliterated because…once again…I will not run…to the bomb or anything, not food, money…not running. Not doing it. *crosses arms, stubbornly squenches face, shakes head no while closing eyes and stomping one foot*
THINGS GET REALLY STRANGE FROM THIS POINT ON AS THE FOLLOWING WAS JUST COPY AND PASTE…I’m so scared of what happened while I was falling asleep and trying my best, unsuccessfully so, to NOT fall asleep.
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Normally this leads to me running so hard I feel as though my lungs are on fire and the only way I can put out the flames is by ralphing them right up.There migth typosalonnn
(My lungs that is.)
But goodness I think I”m inte middleo f this senti=ence…an ohioasaofoj’qdssssssssssssssssssssIt is os time for t knows I always make it to that bomb.’
I never gt ift thee
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Just in the nick of time.
5. Spring is in the air.
I can feel it in my heart.
…
See more snaps of my madcap adventures on my new Instagram! Follow me @Vanessaisrunning.
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