Friday Five

I'm going to try this approach to blogging, to at least get some sort of post up once a week.  I'm stealing the idea from one of my favorite authors Sarah Dessen, who is great and has a blog of her very own.  Just five random things that may not be enough to make a whole blog post about, but compiled all into one, works just fine.  I already foresee that I am too wordy to make my Friday Five as effective as hers, but I shall try.

1) Guys, I have become obsessed with the BBC show Sherlock.  If you know me at all, you know how easily and EXTREMELY I obsess over things, and I have really jumped into this one head-first.  I've had it in my Netflix queue for awhile, and have been meaning to watch it, and finally got around to it this week. There are only 2 seasons in existence, each only three 88-minute episodes.  Season one is on Netflix, and season 2 is currently showing on PBS.  Anyway, Season One ended with a wicked cliffhanger, and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to watch Season 2 episode 1, because it's not on Netflix yet, and it had already aired on PBS, but in the end I found it online and it was the BEST EPISODE YET.  Benedict Cumberbatch, (who, I cannot say it enough, has the greatest name in the history of names) is so so so great as Sherlock.  He's like if Sheldon Cooper from Big Bang Theory and Shawn Spencer from Psych had an ornery fully-grown British man-child.  AND THEN Dr. Watson is played by Martin Freeman, who's been in a bunch of British things, but MOST IMPORTANTLY was in Love Actually, as the guy who was in all the nude/sex scenes, and fell in love with his co-star while, like, humping and groping her, and then they went on to have an adorable sweet innocent puppy love relationship.  Anyway, he is also great. How about a picture, because everyone loves visual aids:

Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson

2) I have been going through a pretty heavy Prince phase recently.  This may come as a surprise to you, because if you are like everyone else in the world, you do not listen to Prince at all.  I know he had a wildly successful career at one point, but obviously all of his fans have died tragically since then, because I don't know anyone else who likes Prince as much as I do, and I am only a moderate fan.  Anyway, an interesting thing happens when I listen to Prince.  For anyone who's ever seen the movie Heart and Souls, you know how Alfre Woodard's ghost zaps into Robert Downey Jr's body, and he is overtaken by the spirit of an overly sassy black woman and it's all funny ha ha hilarious?  Well, when I am listening to Prince, I feel like tiny little Prince crawls inside of my body, and then is performing the songs through me.  I get...embarrassingly into it.  Especially when I'm singing along in the car.  Especially for two particular lines: "The ride is so smooth, you must be a limousine" in Little Red Corvette, and the last "Ain't no particular sign I'm compatable with" in Kiss.  Those lyrics probably don't mean anything to you, but you should probably listen to the songs and you'll get some idea of how foolish I sound.  Particularly the line from Kiss, because I didn't actually know what the words were until I just looked them up, so it's always been me shrieking "AIN'T NO PAH-TICULAH SAH AHHH AHHH COBAAAAAAA WAWAAAAAAAA" at ear-splitting levels.

3) So I'm still doing the Couch 2 5k program.  have I mentioned that yet?  Well I am.  It is hard.  I am by no means a runner.  But I've developed a surprising amount of resolve somewhere in the last 6 months, so I have no desire to quit yet.  Hopefully it won't kill me, and I will be an awesome runner in time.

4) I'm really enjoying me some American Idol lately.  Though this is by no means my favorite season, or my favorite group of contestants, I really feel this group has the best singers....possibly ever.  Jessica Sanchez, who is only 16, is freakin amazing.  A-MAH-ZING.  I'm pretty much blown away by her every performance.  Joshua Ledet is also amazing.  He sang the shit out of "It's A Man's Man's Man's World" this week.  It was one of those things where, in the middle of the song, I thought we had reached the big climactic part of the song, and it was over, and then OH MY GOD he just kept going and it was amazing.  My personal favorite, however, is Phillip Phillips.  Yes, I know, the name.  But I am outrageously attracted to him.  Basically, Dave Matthews has crawled inside the body of a skinny Georgia boy, much like Alfre Woodard crawled inside RDJ, but it is a WONDERFUL combination.  And he has an uncanny ability to choose all of my favorite songs to perform.  And then for a duet number this week, he and Joshua sang This Love by Maroon 5, and they KNOWINGLY gave Phillip all the dirty parts, and I just....I can't be in the same room with my parents while he's singing about keeping her coming every night...I can't.  I am but a mere human.  Another visual (and...aural?) aid....here's Phillip Phillips performing You Got It Bad by Usher (Usher = a past example of an artist i was obsessed with that NO ONE ELSE liked.)



As an addendum to this, I'd like to point out that there is a point near the end of almost all of Phillip's performances where his eyes roll back his head, and he gets a big grin on his face, and kind of bobs his head around.  You can kind of see it here at 1:40.  Anyway, I'm pretty sure this means he's probably a homicidal lunatic, but I inexplicably find it to be the hottest thing I have ever seen.  Probably because I am super attracted to homicidal lunatics.  Anyway, ?I just want to crawl inside his mouth and live there.

5)  Maybe I'll just make this the Friday Four, because I can't think of a fifth thing, and I talked a lot about other things.  How about a Friday Fun Fact: Whoopi Goldberg has no eyebrows.  Discuss.