Some of you may have actually seen this performance live, but if you didn't I have linked to it on YouTube. Adam Lamberts AMA Performance
I have several things to say about this and I am going to try and keep my head level. Bare with me...
Was this the right venue for such an outlandish performance - Maybe not... however, it is Adam Lambert for crying out loud. If anyone saw him on American Idol, he is an obvious outlandishly flamboyant gay man. Inviting him to perform on the AMA's and then expecting a light hearted performance would be like asking KISS to remove their makeup and sing kumbaya. He is who he is and to expect anything less is kind of rediculous.
I understand that there were probably kids watching the AMA's and that some of his performance was noticeably rude to some people, but REALLY people.... is it that much worse than having to explain what a 4 hour erection is (Viagra commercial aired during the day) to your children? The song moves quickly enough, and so did Adam throughout his maze of Gothic laden dancers.. so I am sure that most kids missed the few things that Adam did that would be considered ADULT in nature. Music is expression and if you don't remember, Elvis Presley thrust his hips on the Ed Sullivan show back in the day and it really got people going. Hip hoppers and Rappers don't know how to sing without grabbing their own crotches and no one is up in arms about that when it happens on prime time television. If you don't want your kids to have a chance at seeing that stuff... DON'T LET THEM WATCH IT.
Here is a link to some other controversial kisses. Notably the first interracial kiss on TV. I know that the Adam Lambert kiss was just a part of the controversy that surrounded his performance, but it was the only thing that lasted longer than one or two beats of the song.
I personally LOVED the performance.... ALL OF IT. But apparently ABC, which broadcast the AMAs, said more than 1,500 people complained about Lambert’s show-closing number. The network called that a “moderate” response. 1500 whole people? I am thinking that it really wasn't that big of a deal.
Do I see where some could get offended, think it not the right venue, or decide to hate Adam Lambert forever? Sure I do... but I for one... LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
6 Days - A LOT can happen in 6 Days...
Fibromyalgia... the bane of my existence right now. It isn't so bad in the summer, but once the cold hits, it feels like I have a bad case of the flu with all over body aches. This isn't NEW news to any of my regular readers, or even those of you that know me in person, but it is a good set up to the last 6 days of my pishy (to steal a word from my favorite comedian - RIP Richard Jeni) little life.
Lets start back on Wednesday - not really counting this as a day, but it IS what catupulted me into an almost entire week of torment. Wednesday we got our first snow here in the big GJ. It was pretty - yadda yadda yadda - but with snow comes cold and with cold comes aches and pains.
Day 1 - Thursday - Woke up feeling like I had been hit with a baseball bat. Achey and couldn't get out of bed. It was definitely a call in to work kind of day. I laid in bed all day, watching crappy daytime TV and snoozing off and on.
Day 2 - Friday - Woke up feeling like the baseball bat had a huge vendetta and had once again attacked in the middle of the night. WORST part about this - it was Halloween dress up day at work. I still could barely get out of bed. I was Pissed OFF FA FA (thanks Jeff Dunham). Halloween is my favorite holiday and I love to dress up and see all of the other crazy people at work too. You know I feel like SHIT if I miss that day at work.
Day 3 - Saturday - Baseball bat still on attack. I just hoped that I would be able to at least go hand out candy and see the kids in costume. I managed to go to Robin's Dads house to hand out some candy, then to her brother's house to hand out some more and bullshit for a while. Overall, not a bad Halloween night. I didn't over do it and there were some pretty cool costumes this year.
Day 4 - Sunday - Yeah yeah baseball bat. I woke up kind of late, did the dishes, turned on football... etc. I got up around 2:15ish and popped 3 Naproxen Sodium (Generic for Aleve). No more than 10 minutes later... "man my arm itches... ohh now my legs... dammit now my back really fucking itches... can't breath... Robin... can't breathe..." 7 minutes later and a lot of coaching from Robin, the Fire Rescue was at my door. That 7 minutes felt like a fucking eternity. I was in full blown panic and that didn't help my breathing or itching at all. Ambulance was on its way... apparently Sunday was a fine day for an ambulance ride to the ER, because everyone was doing it... for one day in my life I did the "IT" thing for the day. They threw on some oxygen and took vitals fourteen hundred times and asked a million questions over and over again and then loaded me up in the ambulance for my slow crawl to the ER... no lights and sirens for me. In the ambulance I received 2 shots of Benydryl - one in each arm - and he tried to find my very frightened veins to no avail. Arrival at the ER - whisked-ish to a semi-private room for another round of the same vitals, questions, and a fresh IV. Bout this time the Benydryl had started to work and Robin and Alex were by my side. My BFF showed up a little while later - we have a pact - any ER visit we MUST be notified. Got home exactly 2 hours after the whole event had happened... apparent allergic reaction to Naproxen... I WON'T be taking that again. Shower and bed not too long after - called the boss and the back up to inform I wouldn't be in on Monday.
Day 5 - Monday - Baseball bat has turned into a Mack Truck. My neck and shoulders now are as tight as ever and it is getting more and more difficult to move as the day progresses. I spend another fun filled day with Daytime TV and Robin (she stayed home to care for my stupid ass). By bed time, I couldn't move my head without it feeling like someone was litterally poking a nerve with a hot poker. I took a Vicodin, and 3 hours later, I was able to sleep for a whopping 3 hours.
Day 6 - Tuesday (today if you have lost count) - Mack truck backed up and ran over me again.. fucking trucks. I now can't get comfortable no matter what I do. I had a doc appt set for 3:40. IF I can just wait it out. I popped another Vicodin... Robin came home at lunch to continue to care for me. RING RING - phone - at 2:30ish. Robin answers... it is Alex's teacher at Auto Mechanics school... Alex was putting in a mirror on a Cutlass and gave it one hard push and the fucker shattered. Off to the doc's we go - earlier than planned - I have a pinched nerve from the stress of Sunday and Alex is sporting 12 stitches in his right hand.
I am now calmly patting Robin's hand and giving her Valium... been a shitty 6 days... yep for real.
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On a side note - I have moved a lot of blogs from MySpace to here. I needed a new place to call home. Please feel free to read and comment at any time.
Love you all!!
~Peace!!
Lets start back on Wednesday - not really counting this as a day, but it IS what catupulted me into an almost entire week of torment. Wednesday we got our first snow here in the big GJ. It was pretty - yadda yadda yadda - but with snow comes cold and with cold comes aches and pains.
Day 1 - Thursday - Woke up feeling like I had been hit with a baseball bat. Achey and couldn't get out of bed. It was definitely a call in to work kind of day. I laid in bed all day, watching crappy daytime TV and snoozing off and on.
Day 2 - Friday - Woke up feeling like the baseball bat had a huge vendetta and had once again attacked in the middle of the night. WORST part about this - it was Halloween dress up day at work. I still could barely get out of bed. I was Pissed OFF FA FA (thanks Jeff Dunham). Halloween is my favorite holiday and I love to dress up and see all of the other crazy people at work too. You know I feel like SHIT if I miss that day at work.
Day 3 - Saturday - Baseball bat still on attack. I just hoped that I would be able to at least go hand out candy and see the kids in costume. I managed to go to Robin's Dads house to hand out some candy, then to her brother's house to hand out some more and bullshit for a while. Overall, not a bad Halloween night. I didn't over do it and there were some pretty cool costumes this year.
Day 4 - Sunday - Yeah yeah baseball bat. I woke up kind of late, did the dishes, turned on football... etc. I got up around 2:15ish and popped 3 Naproxen Sodium (Generic for Aleve). No more than 10 minutes later... "man my arm itches... ohh now my legs... dammit now my back really fucking itches... can't breath... Robin... can't breathe..." 7 minutes later and a lot of coaching from Robin, the Fire Rescue was at my door. That 7 minutes felt like a fucking eternity. I was in full blown panic and that didn't help my breathing or itching at all. Ambulance was on its way... apparently Sunday was a fine day for an ambulance ride to the ER, because everyone was doing it... for one day in my life I did the "IT" thing for the day. They threw on some oxygen and took vitals fourteen hundred times and asked a million questions over and over again and then loaded me up in the ambulance for my slow crawl to the ER... no lights and sirens for me. In the ambulance I received 2 shots of Benydryl - one in each arm - and he tried to find my very frightened veins to no avail. Arrival at the ER - whisked-ish to a semi-private room for another round of the same vitals, questions, and a fresh IV. Bout this time the Benydryl had started to work and Robin and Alex were by my side. My BFF showed up a little while later - we have a pact - any ER visit we MUST be notified. Got home exactly 2 hours after the whole event had happened... apparent allergic reaction to Naproxen... I WON'T be taking that again. Shower and bed not too long after - called the boss and the back up to inform I wouldn't be in on Monday.
Day 5 - Monday - Baseball bat has turned into a Mack Truck. My neck and shoulders now are as tight as ever and it is getting more and more difficult to move as the day progresses. I spend another fun filled day with Daytime TV and Robin (she stayed home to care for my stupid ass). By bed time, I couldn't move my head without it feeling like someone was litterally poking a nerve with a hot poker. I took a Vicodin, and 3 hours later, I was able to sleep for a whopping 3 hours.
Day 6 - Tuesday (today if you have lost count) - Mack truck backed up and ran over me again.. fucking trucks. I now can't get comfortable no matter what I do. I had a doc appt set for 3:40. IF I can just wait it out. I popped another Vicodin... Robin came home at lunch to continue to care for me. RING RING - phone - at 2:30ish. Robin answers... it is Alex's teacher at Auto Mechanics school... Alex was putting in a mirror on a Cutlass and gave it one hard push and the fucker shattered. Off to the doc's we go - earlier than planned - I have a pinched nerve from the stress of Sunday and Alex is sporting 12 stitches in his right hand.
I am now calmly patting Robin's hand and giving her Valium... been a shitty 6 days... yep for real.
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On a side note - I have moved a lot of blogs from MySpace to here. I needed a new place to call home. Please feel free to read and comment at any time.
Love you all!!
~Peace!!
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