Bad Lyrics: "Same Script, Different Cast" - Cox and Houston

I like "fight over someone" songs. Like...

* McCartney & Jackson's "The Girl Is Mine"

* Carnes & Streisand's "Make No Mistake He's Mine"

And I like Whitney Houston and Deborah Cox's "Same Script, Different Cast." Whitney is the Current Girlfriend, and Deborah Cox is the mistress, and Whitney is warning her about the man who's about to leave Whit for Deb. And the point is, Deborah is getting all shocked to hear that the same things her man has told her, he told Whitney too. (Same script, different cast - get it? Good title.)

What sorts of things is the dog saying to Deborah that he has also told Whitney? "You are the only woman in my life" ? Or "Before you my life was nothing" or "I've never felt this way with another woman"?

Deb - He told me that he loved me.
Whit - I heard that.
Deb - He told me I was
Whit - Beautiful.
Deb - Beautiful. How did you know? How did you know?
Whit - Because I played that scene before.

"Oh my GOD. He told you you're BEAUTIFUL??!!" "Yes, and he tells his mother and sisters too!" "THE DAWG!"

Bad lyrics. And I can't listen to bad lyrics in the background--the lyrics catch my attention every time, which is horrible. However, I forgive this songwriter because of these lines:


Deb - Don't say no more. La La La La La La La La La
Whit - Uncover your ears, girl!
Deb - I'm not listening. La La La La La La La La La

Heh heh heh.

Oh the racism of it all!

Worth a read: 50 Most Racist Films... and here's something a commentor wrote:

Deaf Indian Muslim Anarchist wrote:

Ok I thought about the list and I wanted to throw it out there: INDIANA JONES AND THE TEMPLE OF DOOM.

Ugh. I felt ashamed and embarrased to be Indian for a long time after I first saw it on a VHS tape in 1989. The movie really FUCKED me up. I felt that Indians were filthy, inferior, primitive humans who liked to eat monkey brains and baby snakes, that we were all silly, brainwashed followers who’d fall to our knees on the floor and bow down to a statue of an evil god.

Authenticity

Good article at Stuff White People Do. This is just an excerpt:

While in America, I remember a time when she went to a Chinese restaurant and told me about it (she's always been interested in international cultures and cuisines), and mentioned, "It was so good, because it was 'authentic.'"

As someone who is half-Chinese (or of Chinese descent, if the "half" is too politically charged), I asked her, "What makes you think it was authentic?"

My own previous experience with Chinese food in America had led me to deduce, that, much like all franchises attempting to make international cuisines more appealing, said cuisine had been tweaked in order to suit local palates. Which didn't mean they were any less delicious, only that they were not necessarily traditionally Chinese.

And so it has ended

Alright, I'm finished the book. Phew! And yes MyAmericanFriend, it did get circus-ee right at the end. When the mentally ill heroine carves the name of the hero into her skin, and sits there in the middle of her gargoyle statues, covered in dust, bleeding to death. Melodramatico.

There was one line in the book that I liked, however. It's from another burn victim, speaking to our hero:

"And just when you start thinking that you've accepted who you are, that changes too. Because who you are is not permanent."

I like that. Not in a burn patient way, but for anyone. I'm not sure if I think it's true, but it's an interesting, thought-provoking line. The only one in the book.

too dramatico-perfectimundo

Slogging my way through Gargoyle... trying to get to the end. (Actually, I read the end on the bus today, so I could decide whether to go back and read the intervening 100 pages.) I can see why many people love it, just as I understood why so many loved Twilight, but it's just not my style. The love story is a bit too melodramatic for my taste. The beginning was great, the concept is interesting, but in the end I just didn't come to care very much for the characters. I don't really see/understand why they're in love. And the flashback stories are too dramatico-perfectimundo. (Super melodramatic things happening to the characters; and the characters are nigh on perfect. Except for the baddies, who are perfectly bad.)

I'm balancing it off by reading PG Wodehouse. And I've got a Zadie Smith book lined up next. I'm dying to move on!

"Positively 4th Street" by Bob Dylan, and "Backstabber" by The Dresden Dolls

Two great songs that are apparently/might be/can be about musicians feeling backstabbed, and my favourite lines from each.

I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is
To see you


So don't tell me what to write
And don't tell me that I'm wrong
And don't tell me not to reference my songs within my songs

The Games

During the Sidney Olympics CBC showed this Australian comedy in the middle of the night -- a faux reality show about the people organizing the games. I wish it was on North American dvd, but not since I last checked.