Idolize and Fantasize

After watching the eighth season premiere of American Idol, I came in to verify a song that was playing in the background. It was Boston’s “More than a Feeling”. Which led to this week’s blog concerning the fascination of Idol stardom. Both the fascination of the fan’s and the performers.

The performers who were trying out fell into some general categories, okay, I am just making this up to prove a relatively loose point! The first bunch, the “divas” believe unequivocally that they are without a doubt, the cat’s meow. Of course they suck, bad. The only note they can manage to carry is the one given to them by the producers asking them not to come back next year. Then of course we have the confident singers, these are the ones that can sing good enough to get a golden ticket, but come on, we all know they’ll be out before round two. Now for the “stars”, we may or may not get to see their talent in full, but we know they will move on by “life clips” that were filmed away from the audition site. We all know they are gonna get through, but we sit there enthralled by their performance, hoping they make it.

Which of course brings me to the next set of fascinators, the fans. The voters, tweens and crackberry addicts, ‘nough said. Then of course there are the fanatic fans, the ones who would win the AI trivia games, if they could find someone to play. Then  there is the casual observer, we watch to be entertained, for tonight. Don’t ask us to come back next week, we may be doing something else. As the competition winds down, we will begin to get a little more interested, but just a little.

Now the mentality that fuels this entertainment frenzy is one of stardom. Fame. The desire to be known. The twinkle in the eye when we first hear a song on the radio that moves our soul. It pushes the internal buttons that make us fantasize about being one of them. Celebrity. Diva. A-lister. A life supposedly filled with endless money, friends, fun and parties. And also the scandal, the drugs, the rehab, the abuse.

So go forth my humble reader, and soak up the entertainment, laden with thoughts of possibilities, you deserve it! Until we meet again at the end of the next post, Chat at ya later!

Resolved to resolute.

After watching a two hour premier of The Biggest Loser, I felt compelled to begin my workout regimen once more. I did not make this a New Year’s resolution, but  a promise to return to the old familiar workout after the holidays died down. Two months ago I was deep into the six week work out as found on the StumbledUpon site www.hundredpushups.com. I had considered a part time career as a reserve police officer as my inspiration. It became apparent that life had other plans.

So after a two month hiatus brought on by multiple illnesses both mine and family members, and of course the aforementioned holidays, the work out is back, in slow-force. The plan I was on before had developed into a very time consuming process, so the decision was made that if I ever started again, I would make some routine changes. My previous attempt included 4 different workouts and automatic twitter updates of my progress. This time I will work the same 4 workouts on alternating days to avoid both the time crunch and the muscle fatigue that was robbing my energy on the workout days. Twitter updates have been disabled this time around to avoid the stat skewing that took place last year.

And so begins the new year, with hope of not just trimming the fat, but enjoying it to! I mean if my baking hobby continues, I must increase my metabolism in order to enjoy the fruits of my labor! Besides, the current financial state makes eating properly too expensive therefore at this time exercise will have to be the temporary cure. I will continue to follow foodie bloggers like PGEW (poor girl eats well) and Seasaltwithfood, both of whom inspire a changing array of palates with a budget minded focus.

This year is to be filled with loving more, laughing more and eating more! Of course exercising more, earning more, and cleaning more, but where is the fun in those three? So as we toast in the commencement of 2010, let us hold onto the hope of food, family and friends! Hope to see you at the end of the next post, until then, Chat at ya’ later!

Monday, Funday.

After 10 days off for the holidays, work is back. Not that I am back to work, mentally at least. I could so go for one more week off in order to bring some semblance of organization back to my life. But, work is back and I must endure.

On the upswing, the Fiesta Bowl kicks off in under thirty minutes and last weeks dinosaur cake is accumulating accolades left and right.

I can smell the chili simmering in the kitchen, the excitement in the house is beginning to build. A small distraction from the mountain of paperwork and bills piled up Hoarder’s style on my desk, with a small hole carved out to hold my Coke Zero.

I will be watching the game soon and then retiring to bed before tackling another work day, I’d complain, more but with so many other people out of work right now, whining just doesn’t sound like much fun.

Well the rambling must come to a close, and I apologize for nothing. My mind may not encompass a great deal of entertaining quips and that is okay, because this blog is an exercise in expression not function. Well, I hope to see you at the end of the next post, until then, chat at ya’ later!

Second verse, same as the worse.

Click on picture to watch the work in progress video.

Finished putting the final touches on my son’s 5th birthday cake, and sitting here wondering if it was worth all the work. Sure it’s huge, sure it’ll get some oohs and aahs, but really, nearly 24 hours of combined work into something that is gonna get hacked up? Had problems from start to finish, powered through it in order to be done. This cake was not 100% by any means. Now I am not gonna say it was a complete loss, just that the effort seemed more than the reward.

It may seem foolish to think that each cake should somehow be a growing endeavor, I mean maybe the cakes should just be simple repeats of previous versions. I seem to run into the same creative drive when it comes to painting vehicles, if you want your white car painted a newer shade of white, boring. Bring me something with a challenge or a change, give it the ooh factor and I will work the fingers to the bloody nub to make it happen. Each new cake presents the same circumstances, make it bigger, make it better or don’t make it at all.

Maybe the cathartic, zombie like state of mind that comes from focused, determined work is just an underlying symptom of a greater problem. Is it possible that short bursts of single minded workaholic behaviors are just a method of entertaining one’s mind to avoid the daily grind? Is it some compulsive desire to impress others or gain notoriety through expression of the soul, regardless of the medium of choice?

The answers may lie in the basic human need for belonging. We work therefore we are?

Well, this short post was not intended to go so deep, I merely wanted to whine about the long hours spent creating something that in a few short hours will no longer exist in it’s present form. I guess it is true, you can’t have your cake and eat it too. But you can take multiple pictures and admire them lovingly while you engorge yourself on the sweet taste of said cake!

As for the cake itself, it is part chocolate, and part tie-dyed. It has many different fillings, peanut butter filling, pomegranate filling, banana filling and of course chocolate. My previous favorite frosting for a chocolate cake was the banana, but honestly kids, I would take the peanut butter frosting any day of the week! Well, I hope to see you again at the end of the next post, until then, chat at ya later!

Hello world!

So this is the blogosphere? I gotta be honest, never dreamed of setting up a blog (I mean really, with so many wordsmiths pounding away a keyboards the world over, who needs another). But after watching “Julie and Julia” I felt inspired, cliché but effective. Now will this blog be focused or full of message, no. Will it be a flash in the pan and abandoned like so many before it, probably. Have you waxed bored listening to my short babble already, guaranteed. BUT, I have stretched my mind and my typing skills up to this point, so why slow my roll? If you become an unfortunate follower in the days and weeks to come, its okay, even car wrecks have fans. So after rubbernecking your way here, and you stick around, it is my hope that I do not disappoint. Be forewarned, this shall be a blog that finds its own voice and direction, so your fascination may be short-lived. My suggestion  is to sip slowly, don’t rush and be on the lookout for the twists and turns that shall abound. Aside from that, welcome to Wookiecola’s Blog (cheesy title, but I have a lack of creativity this morning)! Hope to see you at the end of the next post, chat at ya later.