I like artists who seem comfortable in their own skin. Sometimes I'll see an artist who looks like he's (or she's) determined to be a carbon copy of another successful artist to make it. I respect those who aren't like anybody else. 1. Justin Timberlake's Futuresex/Loveshow Live from Madison Square Garden: I was watching him on "Friends with Benefits" before I went to work today and now I'm watching this DVD I got from Netflix. Yesterday a co-worker mentioned to me that Justin Bieber wants to be like Justin Timberlake. As far as I knew, Bieber looked up to Usher. I don't see anything similar to him and Justin Timberlake outside of being white.
But there's something I genuinely enjoy about watching Justin Timberlake perform. I don't own any of his CDs but have bought all the singles, seen all his movies and love to watch him dance live. He easily embraces hip-hop culture without looking like he had an overdose of BET. His voice is nice on the ears without trying too hard. And he's cool. While the term "swag" is being incredibly overused these days, J.T. actually has
swag. And after watching this DVD and hearing all these songs I knew nothing about, I'm headed directly to Amazon to buy it all!2. iHeartRadio 24/7 Comedy Radio: I listened to this today at work after getting an e-blast and I am hooked. I was in a good mood the entire day at work cracking up laughing at this collabo of comedians.
Some jokes are edgy but none are disrespectful. There are icons like Bill Cosby and Chris Rock mixed with newer comedians I'm not familiar with, and the collection is diverse. I will be glued to this station when I'm trying to stay in a good mood.
I have these random dreams that don't make any sense. There are others that I think are easy to interpret. Then there are dreams that I have that aren't supposed to make sense but prove that a person is on my mind. Sunday morning I had a dream about my great great aunt. She asked me to go shopping with her for a black skirt. Whenever I asked her why she needed it, she changed the subject. She didn't want any other relative to know we were shopping for this black skirt, just that she wanted it. We went to the mall, ignored phone calls and just shopped. I woke up, called my great great aunt, she was coughing and sounded completely drained on the phone. I put my hair in a ponytail, threw some clothes on and drove straight to her house. I spent my Sunday with her from around noon to 8 p.m.
1. Quality time with my great great aunt: The dream still doesn't make sense to me, but she was interested in hearing it. Not only that but she found it hysterical that I got locked out of her place after taking the garbage out and considered hopping the fence. Watching a 100-year-old woman slap her legs and bust up laughing for several minutes thinking of me climbing a fence was enough joy for me. To hear her on the phone, she sounded absolutely sick. As soon as I got there and for the next eight hours, she was grinning and cracking jokes the whole time. Making her laugh made me laugh and I did plenty of smiling, too. (Neither of us could figure out what the dream meant, but there was one time [in real life] we went shopping for two hours looking for green shoes. Maybe this mystery black skirt went with those green shoes.)
An apology is a complex thing that really shouldn't be all that confusing. You're wrong. You say, "I'm sorry," "I apologize," "My bad," or "My fault." The problem is that sometimes people apologize just to get you to shut up, apologize even though they don't think they're wrong or the person receiving the apology is determined never to believe you. Considering I still have a habit of thinking I'm usually right, I rarely if ever apologize to someone just to get them to shut up. Actually I can't remember ever doing that. I don't apologize if I'm not wrong either, but I have apologized if I thought I was right but hurt someone's feelings. Outspoken people tend to do those apologies a lot. But it's the apology that is being repeated again and again that I want to blog about. For those of you who know an apology is genuine but continue to throw it back in the person's face, be careful. You just may make that person get to the point where they simply couldn't give a damn about you or the apology anymore.
Update: Sunday (March 11)
Man, I'm totally behind on doing these weekly blogs but still determined to do them. Even if I'm the only one that reads them (not true considering I see my web visits per day, thanks for visiting!), it's therapeutic to think of things that make me smile. There have just been so many high and low moments in the past month so some will be from February and others from March.
1) Talking to my godfather, Elvin: I spent two hours on the phone with him today. There is 100% chance I'm going to hear some great stories, laugh more often than not and then we'll go into deep conversations about society and probably touch on finances. I can talk to him about anything, and he'll give me the raw, uncut version. Crazy about him (and his southern accent when he says "Monnie").
2) Watching Hugh Laurie on the deaf teen episode for music vibrations: The "House" scene was to find out if the guy who had a hearing impairment could somehow feel better with music. Now normally people would think House would come in with classical music or maybe some random pop tune. Nope, he comes in with his cane, a big boombox and is dancing to Public Enemy's "Fight the Power." I died. I loved that scene so much that I rewound it to watch it again and again.