If you’re going to leave your dog tied to a tree early in the morning, and the dog incessently and aimlessly barks in a deep voice for over half an hour straight that feels like an eternity to the minds of neighbors attempting to commune with the Sandman, this means that THE DOG DOESN’T LIKE THIS.
Also, fyi, neither do the aforementioned neighbors.
Christopher sent me this link earlier today. He has long known that one of my guilty pleasures is the song “I Want It That Way” by The Backstreet Boys, even though he had to explain to me what exactly it was that the Boys wanted (”why do they not want to hear her say ‘I want it that way’? And why can’t they just say ‘I don’t want it that way’?”).
Anyway, I checked out the video when I got home. At first glance it appeared to merely consist of two Chinese boys, innocently impersonating a boy band. Hey, I’ve got incriminating videos of myself lip-syncing to Martika, so I know what it’s like to get in front of the camera and pretend to be a rock star.
But lest you judge me too hastily, I “starred” in my videos during the 80s, when there really was nothing better to do when your cousins came all the way from New York to visit. Eat, drink, and videotape lip-syncing: that was all the rage back in those days.
Apparently things haven’t changed that much. But after watching this video, I was struck by several things.
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What would possess two boys, presumably just home from a basketball practice, to decide to fire up the CD player and start lip-syncing? Were they bored? How did one propose it to the other without seeming “gay”?
- Why does one boy have a cast? Is it to allow a possibly obscene gesture to slip by the Chinese censors, or was he just playing air guitar?
- Why did they choose to have one Backstreet voice represented by both of them in certain parts of the song? Are they making an ironic comment about the duplicity of American celebrities?
- Why do they interpret love so violently? Did something happen in their childhoods?
- Are they singing to the same song I’m listening to?
- Most important, who’s the third boy in the background, and what game is he playing? He’s so fascinated by this game that it never occurs to him to turn around during the 3 minutes and 35 seconds of the song to see just what the hell his friends are doing behind him. I mean, it’s not like they’re being quiet–one guy’s head-thrashing so hard that his little sweatband falls off!
Last night Chris and I were in the midst of a semi-argument over the pros and cons of having a baby when Chris fell asleep. Evidently I had taken too long (approximately 10 seconds) to come up with my latest retort, and Chris had simply gotten tired of waiting.
Like everyone else in his family, Chris can fall asleep within five minutes of being quiet. Often when we visit his parents and end up in the “bad” room, located next door to his parents’ room, I will be in bed reading a book when I suddenly notice that his parents’ voices have stopped murmuring, and the buzzsaw snoring has commenced.
Both his parents snore, and often they snore in rhythm. They snore so loudly that not only do I stay awake all night listening to see if they have sleep apnea and stop breathing at the peak of each snore, but the walls also vibrate loudly with the noise.
Lately Chris has begun snoring. It began a month or two ago, when he complained that he didn’t have a cold but had something in his nose preventing him from breathing well.
Last night after he’d fallen asleep mid-argument (or “debate,” as he likes to call it), I lay in bed next to him listening to him snore. After what felt like half an hour, I’d had enough, and I nudged him to get him to stop snoring.
“You’re snoring,” I said to him.
Chris, who has the ability to wake up as quickly as he falls asleep, immediately answered in a clear, loud voice. “There’s no way I was snoring! I wasn’t even asleep yet!”
“Yeah, you were,” I said indignantly. “You’ve been asleep for like half an hour now! And snoring the whole time.”
“No,” he said firmly. He rolled over and looked at the clock. “It’s only midnight, and we came up to bed at 11:40. No way did I fall asleep.”
“You watched a Daily Show and a Colbert Report,” I countered. “Maybe you shut off the TV at 11:40, but there’s no way we got into bed twenty minutes ago.”
“Well, I still haven’t been snoring,” he said. “I’ve been awake the whole time!”
I gave up on arguing with him and went downstairs to use the bathroom. By the time I’d come back upstairs, Chris was asleep and snoring again.
Man, I’m totally disgusted with the layout of this website. But I can’t really design, have forgotten how to code, and have worked 19 hours so far in the last 3 days on top of my regular job, so I’m thinking…not this weekend.
In other news, we have become the despised childless, dog-indulging parents of the neighborhood. During our dog walks, inevitably Chris ends up holding Mina because she has a bum leg and gets tired partway through the walk. And today I ended up picking up fatty Paco and carrying him briefly because he was panting so hard. Yes, he is fat and needs exercise, but like the great John Pinette said, Why take a fat man out just to walk him in the heat?
“I love you more than I’ve loved anyone else.”
“Considering the contempt and loathing with which you regard everyone else, that’s not saying much.”
A status update from Chris, who is currently taking a vacation from work this week to play househusband:
“Mina has been towing the tiger around with her everywhere, I think her biological clock has been ticking away… poor no puppy girl.”
Why is it that even though video game companies spend time and money adding sound effects to games, boys of all ages still feel the need to make their own sound effects as they play the games?