I Have No Professional Training....
"When you laugh, the world laughs with you. When you fall, the world laughs at you."
Ah, my dear cherubs. It has happened! William Hung, the unofficial mascot of the Ramblings has cut his first album. The first of many, one can hope. The funniest things in life aren't meant to be funny, and well, this certainly qualifies. This poor sap thinks he is the next great thing, and the guy just isn't in on the joke. Please click here and enjoy the William Hung Experience. You will be forever changed. Here is my personal review of the album:
Never has the title of a CD been more appropriate. I had to wipe away the tears of joy so I could see the screen and type this review. But this is so much more than a review, it is a testimonial. It is Holy Week for Catholics, so I must be sure not to break the commandment of false idols, but William Hung comes awfully close to making that a necessity. His rhythms, his vocal stylings, his irresistable charm, all mix together to create what true fans would call a cross between Michael Jackson, Corky, and the lady who runs the Liquor Mart on Story and King and doesnt speak English. Oh William, the emotions you raise in me! When you warbled, I believe I can fly....i was soaring along side you. The version is so dead on to the R Kelly original, I am sure it is only a matter of time before young William is urinating on his own underaged groupies. Bill Hung, you epitomize the American Dream like no other....and I, sir, salute you!
I am so burnt out. Ever just hit a wall? I feel like an NBA rookie who is playing 82 games for the first time. All of this work and school and everything is just tearing me up. I am lathargic, and just disinterested. I totally need to re-energize. Maybe Easter weekend will be good for me. God I hope so. You ever get that way? Where you are pushing along, and then everything just because too much, and you are like, screw it, I need to drop everything for a couple days and just.....be. Im at that point. Trying to find my second wind to get me through finals. Gonna be a tough month, but I should make it. Just gotta suck it up, huh?
I recently came to grips with how broke I have been for some time. When someone gives you a class of good scotch, and you absolutely choke it down, you know you haven't been financially solid for some time. Months and months of cheap beer has turned me into a redneck drinker. I can't even stomach quality liquor anymore. There was a time, when I actually had disposable income, where Grey Goose or Glenfiddich were the norm. Now, it's like, "What'll you have?" "Um, what are your specials?" Oh, Dog Piss Pilsner for a buck? Give me that!
Wow, what a news flash. Yahoo reports that Alzheimers can cut your life expectancy in half. Well no duh, you forget everything you ever did. No matter when you pass, you can only remember what you did 5 minutes ago....
Great, a radio station in San Fran is holding a Walk for Arthritis. How long is the walk, like 5 feet? So we'll all walk 25 miles to raise money for people who can't walk across their living room without pain. Talk about ironic. What other great fundraisers do they have in the works? Jump Rope for Multiple Sclerosis? Trivia Contest for Alzheimers? Pie Eating Contest for Anorexia?
Man, The Passion is becoming a big hit in the Middle East where anti-sematism runs rampant. One Muslim reviewer wrote, "This movie unmasks the Jews for their wrong doings. I hope everyone sees this and turns on the Jews." Now, mind you, he wrote it about Welcome to Mooseport, but still......
So now they are employing encarcerated criminals as telemarketers. Makes perfect sense, because telemarketers should be in jail anyways. Always calling me, like I really need the New York Times. Jeez, I dont even live in New York. Anyways, Im not sure this is a great idea. Like I want the leader of the Long Beach Crips to have my home number, calling me at dinner threatening me to change my long distance carrier...
I have a real question. Why do women's groups look at rap videos, Playboy, the SI Swimsuit Issue, and claim it exploits women? Im sorry, but is someone holding a gun to their heads. Whatever happened to letting consenting adults do what they want? Why does everyone feel the need to save people who obviously dont need the help? It just blows my mind. Wouldnt this place be way better if everyone just kept their nose out of everyone else's business?
The back of my knee itches.
Ah, my dear cherubs. It has happened! William Hung, the unofficial mascot of the Ramblings has cut his first album. The first of many, one can hope. The funniest things in life aren't meant to be funny, and well, this certainly qualifies. This poor sap thinks he is the next great thing, and the guy just isn't in on the joke. Please click here and enjoy the William Hung Experience. You will be forever changed. Here is my personal review of the album:
Never has the title of a CD been more appropriate. I had to wipe away the tears of joy so I could see the screen and type this review. But this is so much more than a review, it is a testimonial. It is Holy Week for Catholics, so I must be sure not to break the commandment of false idols, but William Hung comes awfully close to making that a necessity. His rhythms, his vocal stylings, his irresistable charm, all mix together to create what true fans would call a cross between Michael Jackson, Corky, and the lady who runs the Liquor Mart on Story and King and doesnt speak English. Oh William, the emotions you raise in me! When you warbled, I believe I can fly....i was soaring along side you. The version is so dead on to the R Kelly original, I am sure it is only a matter of time before young William is urinating on his own underaged groupies. Bill Hung, you epitomize the American Dream like no other....and I, sir, salute you!
I am so burnt out. Ever just hit a wall? I feel like an NBA rookie who is playing 82 games for the first time. All of this work and school and everything is just tearing me up. I am lathargic, and just disinterested. I totally need to re-energize. Maybe Easter weekend will be good for me. God I hope so. You ever get that way? Where you are pushing along, and then everything just because too much, and you are like, screw it, I need to drop everything for a couple days and just.....be. Im at that point. Trying to find my second wind to get me through finals. Gonna be a tough month, but I should make it. Just gotta suck it up, huh?
I recently came to grips with how broke I have been for some time. When someone gives you a class of good scotch, and you absolutely choke it down, you know you haven't been financially solid for some time. Months and months of cheap beer has turned me into a redneck drinker. I can't even stomach quality liquor anymore. There was a time, when I actually had disposable income, where Grey Goose or Glenfiddich were the norm. Now, it's like, "What'll you have?" "Um, what are your specials?" Oh, Dog Piss Pilsner for a buck? Give me that!
Wow, what a news flash. Yahoo reports that Alzheimers can cut your life expectancy in half. Well no duh, you forget everything you ever did. No matter when you pass, you can only remember what you did 5 minutes ago....
Great, a radio station in San Fran is holding a Walk for Arthritis. How long is the walk, like 5 feet? So we'll all walk 25 miles to raise money for people who can't walk across their living room without pain. Talk about ironic. What other great fundraisers do they have in the works? Jump Rope for Multiple Sclerosis? Trivia Contest for Alzheimers? Pie Eating Contest for Anorexia?
Man, The Passion is becoming a big hit in the Middle East where anti-sematism runs rampant. One Muslim reviewer wrote, "This movie unmasks the Jews for their wrong doings. I hope everyone sees this and turns on the Jews." Now, mind you, he wrote it about Welcome to Mooseport, but still......
So now they are employing encarcerated criminals as telemarketers. Makes perfect sense, because telemarketers should be in jail anyways. Always calling me, like I really need the New York Times. Jeez, I dont even live in New York. Anyways, Im not sure this is a great idea. Like I want the leader of the Long Beach Crips to have my home number, calling me at dinner threatening me to change my long distance carrier...
I have a real question. Why do women's groups look at rap videos, Playboy, the SI Swimsuit Issue, and claim it exploits women? Im sorry, but is someone holding a gun to their heads. Whatever happened to letting consenting adults do what they want? Why does everyone feel the need to save people who obviously dont need the help? It just blows my mind. Wouldnt this place be way better if everyone just kept their nose out of everyone else's business?
The back of my knee itches.
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