Karaoke week!
Yesterday, while I was busy not blogging, it became readily apparent to me that the Cookie has never had a theme week and that if we didn’t have one soon, we would become obsolete. And, after looking up the word “obsolete” in the dictionary and finding out it did not mean “even more elite”, I thought to myself “let’s fix that”. So ta da! Theme.
I picked karaoke because it’s something I know a lot of gossip about - provided I can sift through the drunken memories and discern what is real and what is Jaeger shots. Just like I did for my mom growing up. Ha! no. My mom never drank. I just want someone to blame. I guess I’ll blame society. YEAH. Fuck you society and your ills and your Olive Gardens! I drink at you!
Anywhatever, tonight I have a screening to go to (because Ferik Penrickson, Editor at Large, is a slave driver and makes me see movies. For money. Jerk.) and then we are going to some karaoke place with Justin and Megan and some of Megan’s former co-workers. The place is in, oh GOD it BURNS, Clackamas. But honestly? I’m kind of looking forward to it in the same way it feels good to push your tongue into a sore tooth. I’m going to steel myself for a lot of white baseball caps, shirts with swirly designs on the shoulders, hair gel, and girls who say stuff like, “I guess we’re doing the karaoke thing tonight! I’d better get my drink on!” Also, these girls will be orange. And MARK MY WORDS INTERNET, they will - every last one of them and probably all together in a big orange group - sing that fucking Carrie Underwood song about keying that guy’s truck because he was a cheater. GOD. MAKE IT STOP.
So, to kick off Karaoke Week™, and drunken performances, I give you this video which has the dubious honor of being the only reason (other than the Rock who CARRIES that movie) to see Southland Tales. I normally don’t give a fig about Justin Timberlake (sorry Melissa!) OR The Killers but here, here people at 1 minute and 44 seconds, is when and where he brings sexy back.
Timberlake: Better drunk, bloody, and sad
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hah…i really thought he was going to fall over there for a second. where is the blood coming from? his chest cavity?
I just saw Southland Tales for the first time a couple of nights ago. I actually liked it a little bit. You’re right that the Rock carried the movie. That thing he does with his fingers all the time is hilarious. And that hot ass crazy asian girl.
Please post tomorrow to make sure that you get back fine from Clackamas. And post photos of oranger girls.
But more to the point, I heart skee ball.
Why was he pouring beer out like that? I mean, I don’t drink beer, but still.
Wasteful.
country songs make me cry inside. And sometimes outside too.
I’ve given up on karaoke! I’m all karaoked out over here.
Ummm…is Graham referring to Bai Ling as the hot ass crazy asian girl because that makes my stomach upset.
so much beer…. wasted!
I totally thought this was when Justin brought sexy back (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8JoJqID-wJY at 1:55).
But that hip shaking swooning move was pretty fantastic.
You don’t give a fig about Justin Timberlake? A FIG. Well, I don’t know if we can be friends if you don’t give a fig. Let me think about it.
Okay, still friends.
There is a venue by my house that my boyfriend plays shows at sometimes and they have a karaoke night the first tuesday of every month. I haven’t gone, but I will next month. because of you. However, i will not sing. I will get drunk and watch the others sing.
I really liked Southland Tales.
There, I said it.
I liked the WHOLE THING. Making me one of, I think, two people in Portland (along with Ferik… Ferik whatsit.)
That scene is the best, though.
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