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VMA bitching/overview
If you missed last night's VMA's, and wondered, briefly, what you missed, then please. Follow me. If you missed it and don't care, well, again. Follow me. I watched/taped because when I band whore, I will tune in just for the hope of catching sight of them behind another famous person in the crowd when they pan to the audience. Which adds to the fun. But, alas, I also stupidly hoped that my chemical romance would, you know, win something.
To begin, the night was hosted by Diddy, the stiffest, least talented man in the room. Seriously, watching him 'dance' hurts. Why has no one else taken him aside and said, "Dude!" ? Oh. Yeah. Because he's Diddy.
With that out of the way, we move forward.
- Open with Green Day who set the tone for the night. Namely, "Why'd you bitches bother to show up? We're gonna damn near sweep this thing, kay?"
- Diddy does some lame hosting.
- pan to audience where you are given flaming clues as to who you will be seeing all night when this happens again. Seriously, they pan to the same five people over and over again, assuming they aren't panning to the winner/loser of an award. Though considering there are, maybe 15 videos nominated and only 10 artists, it will still be the same amount of people.
- If you're quick, you can catch Gwen pouting the whole night. Seriously.
- Award time! Let's start the night off with... an award to Kelly! I think. If not, then switch this with Missy or Green Day.
- Diddy.
- award to Green Day.
- Diddy being an idiot.
- performance that probably, if you're honest with yourself, sucked.
- diddy
- green day
- diddy
- missy wins
- green day
- diddy
- diddy explaining the evolution of his name
- audience pretending to care
- green day
- missy dragging ciara up on stage but not letting her speak. I think she's missy's pet dog. That's the only explination.
- "and the winner is... Green day! wait, were they even nominated for this award? Who cares!"
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
I spent the whole night trying to conserve my last Pepsi and looking out for members of MCR. I'm sad, really. But upon rewinding the tape and watching the pre-show I caught The Ghost of You preview. Mmmmmm. Okay.
Oh. And MTV's little commercials where they tried to play off the "MTV doesn't play music videos" as an old wive's tale might not have been so funny had they not been followed by promos for their new and current shows. All of which are reality laced crap. :p and alas, because my computer is old [and loved, my darling, and loved] I cannot go whore it up for their overdrive site.
I'm wired and I don't know why. I'm pondering walking up to the store and buying some pepsi, but I'm lazy, and it's hot, and I hate that store. Hate. Hate. hate. But I'm wired and should do something before I explode.
Dammit.
Did I mention I fixed the sound on my computer? I did. It's fab. Things no longer die every fifteen seconds when I try and use them. Fan-freakin'-tastic. I love me sometimes. For I am awesome. I am also extremely modest. Kay. Time to make a Pepsi run or something.
To begin, the night was hosted by Diddy, the stiffest, least talented man in the room. Seriously, watching him 'dance' hurts. Why has no one else taken him aside and said, "Dude!" ? Oh. Yeah. Because he's Diddy.
With that out of the way, we move forward.
- Open with Green Day who set the tone for the night. Namely, "Why'd you bitches bother to show up? We're gonna damn near sweep this thing, kay?"
- Diddy does some lame hosting.
- pan to audience where you are given flaming clues as to who you will be seeing all night when this happens again. Seriously, they pan to the same five people over and over again, assuming they aren't panning to the winner/loser of an award. Though considering there are, maybe 15 videos nominated and only 10 artists, it will still be the same amount of people.
- If you're quick, you can catch Gwen pouting the whole night. Seriously.
- Award time! Let's start the night off with... an award to Kelly! I think. If not, then switch this with Missy or Green Day.
- Diddy.
- award to Green Day.
- Diddy being an idiot.
- performance that probably, if you're honest with yourself, sucked.
- diddy
- green day
- diddy
- missy wins
- green day
- diddy
- diddy explaining the evolution of his name
- audience pretending to care
- green day
- missy dragging ciara up on stage but not letting her speak. I think she's missy's pet dog. That's the only explination.
- "and the winner is... Green day! wait, were they even nominated for this award? Who cares!"
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
I spent the whole night trying to conserve my last Pepsi and looking out for members of MCR. I'm sad, really. But upon rewinding the tape and watching the pre-show I caught The Ghost of You preview. Mmmmmm. Okay.
Oh. And MTV's little commercials where they tried to play off the "MTV doesn't play music videos" as an old wive's tale might not have been so funny had they not been followed by promos for their new and current shows. All of which are reality laced crap. :p and alas, because my computer is old [and loved, my darling, and loved] I cannot go whore it up for their overdrive site.
I'm wired and I don't know why. I'm pondering walking up to the store and buying some pepsi, but I'm lazy, and it's hot, and I hate that store. Hate. Hate. hate. But I'm wired and should do something before I explode.
Dammit.
Did I mention I fixed the sound on my computer? I did. It's fab. Things no longer die every fifteen seconds when I try and use them. Fan-freakin'-tastic. I love me sometimes. For I am awesome. I am also extremely modest. Kay. Time to make a Pepsi run or something.