Showing posts with label Singing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Singing. Show all posts
Monday, April 13, 2026
Simon Cowell vs. J.G. Wentworth: a Ratings Draw vs. a Blood Draw
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Wednesday, July 26, 2017
"This Is Me" by C.E. Wilson
BOOK TITLE: This Is Me
AUTHOR: C.E. Wilson
YEAR: 2016
GENRE: Fiction
SUBGENRE: Sci-Fi Romance
GRADE: Mixed
With all of the technological advances in this world, the
Asist robot is second to none when it comes to companionship and servitude.
Private school substitute teacher Chloe received one named Rogan for her
graduation present. The two are inseparable best friends and sometimes lovers,
which angers many of Chloe’s friends to the point of bigotry against these
robots. Chloe’s human boyfriend Niven is especially enraged and makes any
attempt he can to drive a wedge between her and the “fake” Rogan. Sooner or
later, Chloe will have to make a decision between her perfect robot and the
“real” Niven.
The major themes in this book are humankind’s relationship
with technology and ignorant bigotry against anything they don’t understand.
These themes are so perfectly interwoven that the novel could spark a debate in
today’s real world, especially with such a divided racial structure as we have
now. Asists are considered second class citizens because of their technological
makeup, but others, like Chloe, argue that they have feelings too. Over a
hundred years ago, white slave owners saw black people as less than dirt while
abolitionists argued that the slaves were just as real as any other human
being. There are also themes of ageism when it comes to young people being so
obsessed with technology that they’ll limit human contact on purpose. There are
all sorts of civil rights issues being dealt with in this novel. Maybe Chloe
should have double majored in music AND political science.
But never forget that this is a romance novel above all
else. In the case of Chloe, one of her main love interests is Niven Adams, a
rival substitute teacher who wants the same job she’s applying for. If Ms.
Wilson wanted to create a hate-worthy villain, she did an A+ job of it with
Niven. He’s bigoted against Asists, he’s arrogant, he’s obnoxious, his friends
are even more annoying, but his only redeeming quality seems to be that he’s a
good singer. Ted Nugent is probably a good singer too, but that doesn’t mean I
want to hang around him 24/7, especially after Mr. Nugent told Barack Obama to
“suck on [his] machinegun”. With all of these things working against Niven, it
makes me wonder why Chloe would ever be attracted to him in the first place. I
cringe every time she pushes Rogan away in favor of Niven. Rogan may be a
robot, but at least he’s sweeter than a pint of Ben & Jerry’s, which is
more than I’ll ever say about Niven. This is comparable to the movie Clerks
where Dante chooses the smoking hot cheater Caitlin over the loyal and
low-maintenance Veronica.
The final thing I want to touch on is the argument structure
between these characters. It seems to me that every time two characters want to
go back and forth with each other, they’re hesitant to get to the point and
they kill time with negative answers. Rogan is especially guilty of doing this
when he argues with Chloe. He’s overly apologetic and always at war with
himself, which I guess is appropriate for a robot whose sole purpose is to make
Chloe happy, but after a while, it wears on the reader. While Rogan is the
worst offender when it comes to filler dialogue, he’s hardly the only one who
does this. Niven, Monica, and Fitz also tiptoe around their respective
subjects.
The senseless arguments and Niven’s disgusting behavior both
make me want to give this book a mixed grade. But C.E. Wilson shouldn’t feel
too badly about it, because for every fault, there is a redeeming quality that
will convince you to buy this book. The romance is hot, Chloe is likeable, the
interactions between Fitz and his mini-Asist Bree are cute and cuddly, and of
course, my favorite part of the book has to be the civics debate going on as it
relates to racism and technophobia. Ms. Wilson has every right in the world to
be proud of her work. If she spends more time crafting her dialogue and sorting
out her characters’ priorities, then she can do great things in her next few
novels. A mixed grade is nothing to sneeze at.
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Wednesday, February 17, 2016
Slip Away
***SLIP AWAY***
If you’re single and you’re agonizing about it, stay as far away as possible from “Slip Away” by David Arkenstone and Charlee Brooks. The melodic and gentle piano, the somber bagpipes, and Charlee Brooks’ gorgeous voice will all come together to open those floodgates you call tear ducts. I have to be honest with you guys: Valentine’s Day was depressing this year. I’ve pretty much given up on agonizing over my single status, but I was so depressed that day that I ordered a pizza and ate the whole thing. The next day was much better, but Valentine’s Day was just…bleh! “Slip Away” was one of the songs I made the mistake of listening to on that lonely day. Here are the lyrics:
VERSE 1
The seasons change
And age our temporary souls
Chasing fate
Along it's winding road
Flames burn bright and pass into smoke
But our love
Will dance among the stars
Down the streets of gold
PRE-CHORUS
I am bound to you
By more than what divides us
CHORUS
Slip away, slip away sweet lover
Into an endless stream
Slip away, slip away sweet lover
And you can rescue me
Close your eyes
And drift into a shining memory
I'll see you again where the sky touches the sea
VERSE 2
And with your love
You've painted vivid colors on my heart
Your light will always illuminate my dark
PRE-CHORUS
I am bound to you
By more than what divides us
CHORUS
Slip away, slip away sweet lover
Into an endless stream
Slip away, slip away sweet lover
And you can rescue me
Close your eyes
And drift into a shining memory
I'll see you again where the sky touches the sea
ABRIDGED VERSE 1
The seasons change
And age our temporary souls
Chasing fate
Along it's winding road
***WEEKLY SHORT STORY CONTESTS AND COMPANY***
For this week’s contest, the authors were given a list of quotes to choose from as their prompt. I chose mine and now I have a story to write. I’ve been needing an excuse to write “A Real Woman” for months now, especially after John Oliver did one of his monologues about transgender struggles.
CHARACTERS:
Jenny Andrews, Transgender Gym Student
Melissa Moore, Transphobic Bully
Jessica Sullivan, Kindred Spirit Gym Teacher
Random Female Gym Students
QUOTE OF CHOICE: "Behind every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain." -Bob Dylan
SYNOPSIS: In the girls locker room at Richmond High School, a male-to-female transgender student named Jenny shows up to get changed into her workout clothes. She is confronted by Melissa, who believes she’s still a man and encourages other female students to gang up on her. A few cuts and bruises on Jenny’s body later, Miss Sullivan shows up to back everyone away and tend to the injured transsexual.
***DARK FANTASY WARRIORS***
Faye Blood’s drawing is now up and she is the second Dark Fantasy Warrior to be done with colored pencils. Up next, we’ve got another fierce fighting female: Jill Henderson, the racist mercenary from “Born to Die”. She was a giantess among insects, both in terms of physical stature and intimidating power.
***MOVIE DIALOGUE OF THE DAY***
RANDAL: Oh, what? What’s with you, man? You haven’t said anything for like twenty minutes! What the hell’s your problem?
DANTE: This life.
RANDAL: This life?
DANTE: Why do I have this life?
RANDAL: Have some chips, you’ll feel better.
DANTE: I’m stick in this pit working for less than a slave’s wages, I’m working on my day off, the goddamn steel shutters are closed, I smell like shoe polish, I have to deal with every backward ass fuck on the planet, my ex-girlfriend is catatonic after fucking a dead guy, and my present girlfriend has sucked thirty-six dicks.
RANDAL: Thirty-seven.
DANTE: My life’s in the shitter right now and if you don’t mind I’d like to stew a bit.
-Clerks-
***POST-SCRIPT***
Speaking of Clerks, does anybody here know if Kevin Smith is officially planning to make a third Clerks movie? The last time I heard, it’s going to feature a love triangle between Dante, Becky from the second movie, and Veronica from the first. I could be wrong.
If you’re single and you’re agonizing about it, stay as far away as possible from “Slip Away” by David Arkenstone and Charlee Brooks. The melodic and gentle piano, the somber bagpipes, and Charlee Brooks’ gorgeous voice will all come together to open those floodgates you call tear ducts. I have to be honest with you guys: Valentine’s Day was depressing this year. I’ve pretty much given up on agonizing over my single status, but I was so depressed that day that I ordered a pizza and ate the whole thing. The next day was much better, but Valentine’s Day was just…bleh! “Slip Away” was one of the songs I made the mistake of listening to on that lonely day. Here are the lyrics:
VERSE 1
The seasons change
And age our temporary souls
Chasing fate
Along it's winding road
Flames burn bright and pass into smoke
But our love
Will dance among the stars
Down the streets of gold
PRE-CHORUS
I am bound to you
By more than what divides us
CHORUS
Slip away, slip away sweet lover
Into an endless stream
Slip away, slip away sweet lover
And you can rescue me
Close your eyes
And drift into a shining memory
I'll see you again where the sky touches the sea
VERSE 2
And with your love
You've painted vivid colors on my heart
Your light will always illuminate my dark
PRE-CHORUS
I am bound to you
By more than what divides us
CHORUS
Slip away, slip away sweet lover
Into an endless stream
Slip away, slip away sweet lover
And you can rescue me
Close your eyes
And drift into a shining memory
I'll see you again where the sky touches the sea
ABRIDGED VERSE 1
The seasons change
And age our temporary souls
Chasing fate
Along it's winding road
***WEEKLY SHORT STORY CONTESTS AND COMPANY***
For this week’s contest, the authors were given a list of quotes to choose from as their prompt. I chose mine and now I have a story to write. I’ve been needing an excuse to write “A Real Woman” for months now, especially after John Oliver did one of his monologues about transgender struggles.
CHARACTERS:
Jenny Andrews, Transgender Gym Student
Melissa Moore, Transphobic Bully
Jessica Sullivan, Kindred Spirit Gym Teacher
Random Female Gym Students
QUOTE OF CHOICE: "Behind every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain." -Bob Dylan
SYNOPSIS: In the girls locker room at Richmond High School, a male-to-female transgender student named Jenny shows up to get changed into her workout clothes. She is confronted by Melissa, who believes she’s still a man and encourages other female students to gang up on her. A few cuts and bruises on Jenny’s body later, Miss Sullivan shows up to back everyone away and tend to the injured transsexual.
***DARK FANTASY WARRIORS***
Faye Blood’s drawing is now up and she is the second Dark Fantasy Warrior to be done with colored pencils. Up next, we’ve got another fierce fighting female: Jill Henderson, the racist mercenary from “Born to Die”. She was a giantess among insects, both in terms of physical stature and intimidating power.
***MOVIE DIALOGUE OF THE DAY***
RANDAL: Oh, what? What’s with you, man? You haven’t said anything for like twenty minutes! What the hell’s your problem?
DANTE: This life.
RANDAL: This life?
DANTE: Why do I have this life?
RANDAL: Have some chips, you’ll feel better.
DANTE: I’m stick in this pit working for less than a slave’s wages, I’m working on my day off, the goddamn steel shutters are closed, I smell like shoe polish, I have to deal with every backward ass fuck on the planet, my ex-girlfriend is catatonic after fucking a dead guy, and my present girlfriend has sucked thirty-six dicks.
RANDAL: Thirty-seven.
DANTE: My life’s in the shitter right now and if you don’t mind I’d like to stew a bit.
-Clerks-
***POST-SCRIPT***
Speaking of Clerks, does anybody here know if Kevin Smith is officially planning to make a third Clerks movie? The last time I heard, it’s going to feature a love triangle between Dante, Becky from the second movie, and Veronica from the first. I could be wrong.
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Randal Graves,
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Singing,
Slip Away,
Transgender,
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Veronica
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