For those of you who don't know (see previous post), Glee star, Cory Monteith--Finn, the football hero--died on Saturday. It's very sad, unexpected (at least to me), and a bit disconcerting to find that he was playing 19 but was 31. Anyway, perhaps even more surprising is the final tweet on Twitter by the actor. As a person whose family makes a living off of combing over estate sales and auctions, I'm used to the banality of a person's last days. But could anything be more awesomely random than Cory Monteith's final tweet?
All of that snarkiness said, I am sad that such a promising, attractive and talented young performer has passed from this mortal coil.
Well, this is one you don't expect. We expect actors who play teenagers to be much older than the characters they play (though 31 is really pushing it), but you don't expect them to just turn up dead. Wow. Seemed like a nice kid. Guy. Whatever. But I guess you never know. As a casual fan of the show, this one kind of felt like a hit to the gut. Didn't expect that. Especially after the round-house kick of the Trayvon Martin murder case verdict. RIP, both to Mr. Monteith and Mr. Martin. [Excerpt] Cory Monteith Dead: 'Glee' Star Found In Vancouver Hotel Room
Cory Monteith, a Canadian actor best known for playing Finn Hudson on
the hit show "Glee," was found dead Saturday in a Vancouver hotel room,
police announced on Saturday. Monteith was 31 years old. . .
I was home alone on Christmas Eve. Don't feel sad, I'm married to a flight attendant, so I'm used to it. So, rather than yuletide revelry, I had Pizza Hut and a Glee marathon. Which wasn't bad. Especially since the run of episodes I had backed up on the DVR culminated with a Christmas-themed episode. Kind of perfect, and certainly fun.
It was the Thanksgiving episode that raised my eyebrows though. Usually, I'm multitasking while watching TV. I'm on the computer or doing some housework or something. But during this episode, I stopped, backed up the DVR and watched. Guest star Sarah Jessica Parker--looking for all the world like Carrie Bradshaw in a musical episode of Sex in the City--sends her New York posse over to Kurt and Rachel's absurdly large apartment, and comes in late. She calls as she's on her way, and recites an odd little soliloquy. Then, the apartment explodes in song, and the song is Let's Have a Kiki.
The song is mashed up with Turkey Lurkey Time, a bizarre choice, but it works. Totally in character for Lea Michelle's Rachel character. And I was oddly mesmerized. Now, understand that while I do have "the gay," for the most part I'm missing the musical theater gene. I'm more interested in Glee for the comedy, the characters, and the occasional song. But this one struck me as inspired.
The next day while reading my favorite blog, Joe.My.God., I saw that the number one song of the year was Let's Have a Kiki by the Scissor Sisters. Joe described the song as played out, the big song of the summer. And before Glee, I'd never heard of it. I may not have the musical bug, but I am a pop culture guru, and I'm a Scissor Sisters fan! I must be slipping. Here's the real version of the song, with a decidedly less PG vibe.
I don't know what it is about the song. It's not melodic. It's odd. But I find myself totally digging it. And wondering how it's possible that it totally got by me. I mean, I even figured out Gangnam Style before it was totally old news. But I missed out on the Kiki?
The phrase "Jane Lynch on Rachel Maddow" is kind of rife with double entendre (and may throw certain ladies into spasms of joy), but she was. Jane Lynch, that is, on The Rachel Maddow Show. And she was terrific! An absolute natural. Which could be expected for a woman known for her improvisational comedy. And while she says she wouldn't want to be a cable news host for real, I can seriously see her playing one in a movie, can't you? Calling Christopher Guest! Best in News awaits!
Noted single mother and stupid twit, Bristol Palin, would seem to be as irony impaired as her mother. This girl's claim to fame is getting knocked up as a teen, not marrying the (also dumb as a box of rocks) baby daddy, and somehow turning that into a money-making career. All while she and her mother tried to declare that "Palin bashing" was off limits, out of bounds and unfair.
Bollocks. This dolt keeps shooting off her mouth about political subjects, putting her squarely in "fair game" territory. Listen up! Nobody needs parenting advice from a Palin! Not the first generation or the second. And, it might be nice if you learned a thing or two about the subject you're braying about:
- Marriage has not been defined consistantly for "thousands of years." Read up.
- There has been no evidence that "in general kids do better growing up in a mother/father home." You pulled that straight out of your hoo-ha.
I could go on, but I shan't. She's too easy a target, and too stupid to spend the time on. And perhaps I'm contributing to her oddly extended 15 minutes of fame by putting this here. But let's face it, when Bristol's mother is still one of the biggest conservative superstars, and Joe the freaking Plumber was nominated to run for the US Senate. . .well, sometimes you can't just leave it there. Sorry, Wolf Blitzer.
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Bristol Palin: Too much 'Glee' in Obama decision
President Barack Obama's endorsement Wednesday of same-sex marriage didn't please Bristol Palin. The daughter of former Alaska governor and 2008 vice presidential candidate Sarah Palin took to her blog Thursday to slam the president for taking political cues from his two daughters, who she suggested were watching too much television. . .