I'd be a liar and I'd be a traitor to my role as one of the founding member of the Lecherous Broads if I said I wasn't picking up a copy of Clay Aiken's latest album, that's coming out today.
Thing 1 keeps asking me if I'm going to pick it up on this week's run to Best Buy (Note: we Almost Always go to Best Buy on Tuesdays to pick up something that's coming out that day).
I was on the fence about getting it but now that it's Tuesday and Clay just got done singing on Good Morning America, I know I'll be picking it up because it's pretty much an American Idol type CD. Clay singing some old standards. That's what I liked most about Clay. His covering old songs. I'm not a fan of American Idol Forced New Songs.
Clay Aiken = American Idol and Paul Reubens = Pee-Wee Herman. Let's not mess with good things.
Heh. I have to compare the two because seriously, separated at birth?
Dear Movie Moguls Who Read Kitchen Logic: They ought to be twins in the next Austin Powers movie. Checks for profit made should be sent to me, here, in the Twin Cities.
I was so very productive yesterday. Decrapified quite a bit. Thanks for joining me! I even revamped my logo for Kitsch In Art. Designed and implemented new business cards and jewelry tags. They look much more professional and a whole lot less like they're from the home of a woman who spends her time on crafts such as needlepoint on plastic canvas. Sorry if that offends any of you plastic canvasing needlepointers.
Hey, that reminds me. Diane Sawyer asked Clay Aiken what he's learned in the last three years of his fame and he said something about how you can't make everybody like you.
Huh.
I didn't know that.
Okay. Maybe I did know that but I refuse to pay attention to that because in my lifetime as a vocally opinionated non-plastic canvasing needlepointer, I've offended more than just a few people who have felt brave enough to let their feelings of hatin' me be known. Imagine how many more are askeered to speak up about their hate toward me!
If I had one of those Girl Scout sashes with a badge representing every person who didn't like me, be they 3D people or pretend computer people, I'd be wearing a very very heavy sash and it'd trail behind me farther than Princess Diana's wedding gown train.
This fact only makes me sad on occasion. Mostly it just makes me stick my tongue out and taunt plastic canvasing needlepointers even more.
Heck, I've been used to people not liking me since before I was born because I'm pretty darned sure that my mother wasn't too thrilled to be pregnant for a third time with a man who was an alcoholic that cheated on her. The same man who loved me so much that my mother would have just liked to put me into a bag, tie it closed and toss me into the mighty Zumbro River.
Ouch!
FYI: You don't need to be commenting words of love to me, I'm just fine. I've got a very intact Self-Esteem, thank you very much. Facts are facts. Even the embellished ones. Mostly this kind of stuff just cracks me up because we may be what we eat but we aren't what people perceive us to be.
Although you might have hit the nail on the head when you picked up on the fact that I'm a bigger Clay Aiken fan than even I'll admit to.
8:51 a.m. - September 19, 2006
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