Vh1 @ MindSay 
After watching VH1's Bands Reunited: Information Society, I started to get angry at the host and camera people for disrupting my favorite band's members' lives. I didn't like the way they sprung on them. And the more I watched other bands reunited get sprung on and asked (or should I say forced?) to meet past members they may have had a bad falling out with, the more I started to feel guilty for just watching the drama unfold -- it's like as soon as some people get recognized for their talents or genius we all want to get inside them and disrupt their private lives and bother them with all kinds of unappropriate questions. Once you're famous, it's as if the world assumes it owns you, and to hell with you if you can't handle that kind of attention, right? Whatever. All I know is that there are times while I'm watching a documentary or reading a biography where I start to feel, well, for lack of a better word, stupid. At other times, while putting together a wiki page or other kind of fan page or while participating in discussions about famous people in online forums I start to wonder: "Why am I talking about these people like I know them?"
Of course we're all gonna do it. It's only natural to feel like they are a real part of our lives even if it's only the music making our heads swim with love. But I also find it funny that fans talk about their favorite personalities as if these people are living next door. I still have conversations off line with friends where we address celebrities on a first name basis. Anyone who overhears our chatting would assume we were talking about people we know intimately, but truth is, we don't!
So let me get back to the Information Society reunion... First off, I've been a fan ever since I first heard "Walking Away" and "What's On Your Mind" in 1988. The reason why I've been a fan is mainly because I loved the music. I wasn't into them only because I thought they were better than me or that I worshipped them for their clothes or hairstyles. In concerts and videos they entertained me with a mix of different musical genres and styles I liked. Plus the music just fit my own personality well -- a funky blend or industrial potpourii of synth pop and electro hip-hop. I especially loved the computer samples intertwined with the vocal stylings of Kurt Harland. An obsession with their personal lives never entered my mind... well, not entirely. As soon as I saw them in interviews, read magazine articles, and noticed that Amanda and several other members were coming and going... no matter how lovely the music, there were stories going on behind the scenes and it's only human to get a bit curious as to what is going on. But would I ever dare to walk up to one of the guys in the band and directly (rudely) ask them about their personal relationships? No. I'd leave that up to the Lifetime TV movie people. Or wait maybe a few years for people to get nostalgic enough to want to re-examine their life stories in based-on-a-true-story fictional dramatic reconstruction of their time and lives.
But that's just it, fiction is a fine way to celebrate the legend of a band, as long as it is handled well. Fact is better, but too often the true life stories of famous people are written and unauthorized by those with a chip on their shoulder or a worshipful bias. With that said, I don't always agree with journalists and authors of sensational, or so-called exclusive biographies. I don't need someone to form my opinions for me. I would rather hear the true stories from the artists themselves... However, it must also be frustrating to have everything you say broadcast to the world as if it's written in stone! I can see how a mental complex can form when you've got too many people following you and leaning on every word you say. It must be so frustrating at times, yet I can't experience the weight of that kind of fame, only imagine it.
Sometimes we are allowed to see only peeks into the lives of our favorite artists and perhaps that's all we should see. We should care more about what we think than what someone famous thinks, right? And yet it's that very thing which can direct our attention to something important. We do tend to look up to these people like human gods because they are in the spotlight, not us, and being in that light gives them the privledge to speak (or sing) and be heard by millions. Not everyone who committs to being in a band acquires that heavy dose of fame, but some do and I don't think everyone is equipped to handle that kind of publicity. At some point, once a band gets enough hit songs under their belt, you have to prepare for the onslaught of prying eyes and ears, in fact that's the whole point of producing popular music. Again, I can only imagine this and wonder how I've contributed to the illusion fame puts on some of these people.
But what makes me feel somehow comforted is seeing my favorite artists being the normal people they are. I like that kind of disillusionment. I want to see them being human.
And yet there is that little thrill shivering through my belly at the thought of meeting them in person. No matter how much I remind myself that these people are human and normal, the excitement of meeting someone I admire can still excite a deliciously sweet anxiety I don't mind experiencing. So, when all is said and done, seeing a favorite artist in a television show is the safest way to experience what it might be like being in the same room with them. But I still believe we should shut off the cameras and let them decide when they want to be in that spotlight! Don't you agree?
Got up today at 11 am, only cause I just couldn't lay in bed anymore.
I got dressed, and went to wake my father up. So we could cut the lawn. While he was in the process of getting up. I went outside, and got started. Since I do all the walking, and he does the riding , a head start is great.
Well, we finished cutting the lawn in like an hour or two. I got the mail, while my father finished up. In the mail today was a jury sumones for my mother. Great, there was gonna be yelling and bitching when she got home from work today.
I layed the mail on the kitchen counter and retired to my room. Where I played PS command & conquer. I just turned on the TV at 6 pm. Where I have been watching a few shows.
Just like I said, there plenty of bitching and yelling when my mother returned home from her job. So, much so , that my father refused to eat the "same old boring shit" that my mother had cooked for dinner. Witch was, and yes I did eat , a baked potato, corn, and ham.
There's really no show's on TV that I am looking forward to seeing tonight. I just a blah night, so far. Right now I am watching , hogan knows , on VH1.
I have no plan's for tonight. Other then to do what I am doing. How sad is that ?
What's on my mind ? My pissed off , and very pissy father. How nothing seems to make him happy. I do mean nothing. Women, do I want one in my life ? If so, who, and how do I find her ? Why would one want me? I am a bum that lives at home, and works at the grocery store. Seriously, why would you want me ? My hair, I really don't like it much anymore. Should I dye it ? Shave it off ? What should I do with it ? Help !
Other then all that, there's really nothing else worth mentioning today. I much rather of worked today. At least i would of gotten me out of the house for 4 , or may 9 hours. That would of been nice.
I just feel very unhappy, and depressed right now. I mean, the things I want. Money can't buy. It can't buy me love, or even find it. Oh, and this is so true, money can't buy happiness.
Yet, my father has always told me " money is eveything, money money money , every minute "
I so don't get him, or understand him. Hell, these days I bearly understand myself. Everything confuses me. Expesially women.
So, any comments , or questions, or helping information ? I'll be around, drop me an IM sometime soon. Ok ?
~ chilling / trying to 
1. Once your parents argue, it tends to be “your” fault.
2. Living in a house with six kids is like living in a zoo.
3. It’s true that most choir directors are gay.
4. Blood isn’t thicker than water.
5. Wouldn’t shows like American Idol, and America’s Next Top Model be better judged by average people?
6. TRL and 106 & Park need to play the whole video, not just parts of it.
7. Who really watches VH1’s ‘Celebreality’ Shows?
8. Don’t mess with people who say they’ll blow the school up. Most likely they will.
9. Most people buy burnt CDs instead of the real artists.
10. White people can’t say ‘nigga’.
Tonight is the final episode of the greatest reality show to ever grace a TV set...FLAVOR of LOVE. VH1 took 20 assorted desperate chicks and set them up in a mansion to fight for the affection of Public Enemy hypeman Flavor Flav. Its sorta like the Bachelor but a helluva lot more ghetto fabulous.
One of the first ghettoriffic quirks with the show was the fact that Flav couldn't remember any of the women's names so he gave them nicknames like Goldie, New York, Red Oyster and Sweetie. The other ghettoriffic part of the show is that most of the contestants are either internet/video ho's like Hoopz & Smiley or reality tv groupies like Hottie and Pumkin.
And the absolute most ghettorific part of the show is how grimy these chicks were...they cursed like drunken sailors, dressed like french whores, fought almost nonstop and debased themselves by sucking face with Flavor Flav at the drop of a hat.
So as a public service announcement i'd like to alert the masses to set their vcr/dvr/tivo's for tonight at 10pm to see who the lucky gal is when Flav picks between the two finalist, Hoopz and New York.
And just to catch you up here's a video of highlights of the show:
And here is the full "spitting incident" which cemented this show as the G.O.A.T. of all reality shows:
**********UPDATE**********
Hoopz won!!! Flav gave her 14k gold front teeth!!! She didn't vomit when she kissed him!!!! New York actually had sex with Flavor Flav!!!!!! Eeew!!!!! And she still lost even after taking Flav's tainted love jam!!!!! Eeew!!!
Anyway, while 10 years is kind of a surprising milestone (I didn't realize it was nearly that long), I think all it really tells us is that she's officially a candidate for VH1's Where Are They Now? Should be an exciting episode if they package it up with an update on that girl from Small Wonder.
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