Sorry I haven’t blogged for a while — it turns out that the norovirus, blogger’s block and exam revision don’t go well together! To make up for it, this comeback post is about what I consider to be the five weirdest songs to enter the pop charts. These come from the 70s and 80s — my favourite era of pop music. If you have other suggestions, please comment!
- O Superman — Laurie Anderson (A geniusly minimalistic and experimental half-sung, half-spoken combination of instruments alongside an electronic voicemail-like voice that lasts for over eight minutes.)
- John Wayne Is Big Leggy – Haysi Fantayzee (A bizarre yet interesting tribute to the Western film actor, with extravagant singing and lyrics that might just have moments of cringing innuendo.)
- Jilted John – Jilted John (A funny song about a man called John who is jilted by his girlfriend. It’s not really sung; more wailed melodically. According to the singer’s t-shirt, “I taught John Travolta to dance”.)
- Da Da Da (I Don’t Love You You Don’t Love Me Aha Aha Aha) – Trio (A mixture of nonsensical English and German alongside an incredibly minimalistic yet catchy melody. The video is incredibly minimalistic too.)
- Two Pints of Lager And A Packet Of Crisps – Splodgenessabounds (A man becoming increasingly annoyed at how he will not be served in a pub. Guess what he shouts every time. It reached No.7 in the charts.)
Or, if you want to go for the most weird yet genius song EVER in my opinion that did not reach the pop charts, then without a shadow of a doubt it has to be I Before E Except After C by Yazoo (fronted by ex-Depeche Mode member Vince Clarke — before he formed Erasure — and Alison Moyet), which entirely consists of speech excerpts from various people edited and remixed and repeated to develop into a surprisingly effective song. Extraordinarily clever.
Live long and prosper! 😀
In these times of exam pressure and revision stress, 6 o’clock every weekday truly has been a sanctuary for me over the Christmas holiday. So just as a one-off, I’m reviving my Big Bang Theory Quote posts to give a quote that I can’t believe I’ve missed out on, especially since it’s from a particularly interesting episode where we discover just how boldly Howard can go when it comes to dating women.
Howard: Watch this, it’s really cool. Call Leonard Hofstadter.
Howard’s phone: Did you say “Call Helen Boxleitner”?
Howard: NO. CALL LEONARD HOFSTADTER.
Howard’s phone: Did you say, “Call Temple Beth Sader“?
Howard: NO. CALL–
Leonard: Here, let me try. Call McFlono McFloonyloo. (He laughs.)
Howard’s phone: Calling Rajesh Koothrappali. (Raj’s eyes widen in disbelief. His phone rings).
Raj: Oh! That’s very impressive…and a little racist.
Live long and prosper! 😀
Yesterday, it was officially declared that the Hillsborough tribute song “He Ain’t Heavy He’s My Brother” deservedly reached Xmas No. 1, and I couldn’t be any more thrilled.
I am huge supporter of the thousands of people who got sick of the X Factor singles relentlessly stealing every pop singer’s dream ambition of reaching that pinnacle spot, bringing to the Xmas No. 1 spot a heavy metal song and Gareth Malone’s Military Wives. However, I am slightly ashamed to say that I started out supporting the X Factor singles — I bought Shane Ward’s “That’s My Goal” single and never stopped playing it. But I never thought the X Factor would get to the No. 1 spot for years afterwards.
So many people contended for the No.1 spot this year. According to the Telegraph, the tenth most likely song was the Pogues’ “Fairytale of New York”, which was a nice surprise. There was also Clive Dunn (best known for being in Dad’s Army) and his hit song “Grandad”, Girls Aloud and (unfortunately) One Direction who contended for the No.1 spot. But the charity song, yet again, reached No.1. And I am so happy.
If the X Factor was a species, then I think it is close to becoming extinct. Strictly has thrashed them in terms of viewer numbers, and it has just got so bad recently; as the judges commented themselves, all the wrong people were being sent off. The X Factor is losing popularity. I think the show is dying out.
But, on the plus side, going back to the topic of Xmas No.1, Gangnam Style reached No.6! And it has reached 1 billion views on Youtube! And the British Army in Afghanistan have created their own version! And here it is:
Merry Xmas Everyone! 😀
Last year, I thought my Christmas was ruined. I had to create a ‘found object’ sculpture (which was actually quite fun in the end) and revise for a Biology exam. I was having sleepless nights, and when my first blog post was created exactly one year ago, I thought that it would be an EXCELLENT IDEA to make it all about what was stressing me out. Hmm.
Now I look back on those years as care-free years in terms of stress and schoolwork. They used to be years where I worried most about my social life than my working life. Now it’s the other way round. But so other people have told me, things can only get more stressful. Yippee.
But even if I have fear and doubt inside me, I am optimistic. I have experienced hellish holidays and periods of homework and exam revision that I never thought I would survive. Twice. I went through the toughest and most gruelling weekend before Exam Week, and I worked myself to the bone doing homework over the first half term of this school year. I have experienced stress and just how horrible night can be when you are nervous, and I am determined to fight through it.
I learned so much. I spent most of half term panicking that I could not get all my homework done in one week. I was so wrong. It may take a long time, I realised, and the hours may seem long and boring, but it can all be completed…eventually. In the short term, the hours are long and kind…most of the time (although looking back at those days, in the long term, they seem to whizz on by). I remember this, and how I need to take care of myself and my sleep over the holidays. I tell myself to be optimistic and keep calm. Sometimes my mood-changing hormones decide to go on the rampage and ignore sense, but they will subside. I hope. Sometimes I want to be optimistic. But sometimes I want to face facts and panic.
Christmas does not have to devoted to revision. I can still have fun. I can just ignore school and exams and experience the fabulous atmosphere of Christmas Day. I can still get into that Christmassy feeling again…sometimes. I can still chill out when I need to. It will all be fine.
But I don’t think that there will be many opportunities when I can blog again. I will try, but I cannot guarantee it. My blogs may not be cheery enough to go on here, so I may blog on Wink of a Word (http://winkofaword.wordpress.com/) instead. Please do have a look!
Zingy Zangy Zongy has been going for a whole year. And what’s happened so far? I’ve got about eight followers. It’s not much, but I don’t really mind; all I care is that I’ve spent this hectic year full of opportunities to blog about…well…stuff, really. It’s been mostly Big Bang Theory obsessed, but it has been providing me with so much happiness over the year. I thank you all for your support and for actually reading my posts!
Live long and prosper!
I would like to thank you all for your support of my blog. You have coped with my Big Bang Theory obsession, my tendency to create blog posts as long as essays, and my blog posts that I should have known were just too depressing to put on this cheery little blog (after all, the name of this blog was the brainchild of Ben from Outnumbered on a double espresso caffeine rush). So if you are bored with my casual, Big Bang Theory-obsessed posts that are created just for the halibut — sorry, hell of it — I have resolved the problem…by creating a new blog!
Wink of a Word (http://winkofaword.wordpress.com/) has no posts at the moment, but in the future I hope to fill it with stories, reviews, educational posts (perhaps history-based) and a wide range of posts that I hope to be long but interesting and important. Well, not really important but just with less explicit and constant attempts at humour. I’m looking forward to posting on my new blog, even though it will mean that I will have to be more self-restrained in my blogging, and I will have to change my blogging style a little.
Zingy Zangy Zongy shall exist, don’t worry! But if I don’t blog on here for a while, it will either be because of school-based or GCSE-based trouble, I don’t feel like it, or I am on my new blog. I will continue to blog on here often, but I would appreciate it if you could support me with my new blog as well!
Live long and prosper!
You are so complicated
Not even the supercomputer giants that are IBM
Can replicate a machine like you.
Thing that makes us human.
You give us personality
You develop and grow and squirm
In a jar that is our skull.
You watch over our bodies
And you watch over the world
You tell us to do the wrong thing
When we eat a fiery hot chilli.
Brown lumpy baby.
You learn every day.
You learn of electricity
That make your hair go curly.
You can drive us insane
With Gangnam Style
Or Monty Python.
Or The Cheeky Girls
Why must you keep these torturing memories
Just to drive us up the wall?
How do you even store our memories?
Does memory even exist?
Why must you hide away all your secrets to scientists?
And why do you not even tell use how you work?
Us, without whom you’d be nothing.
Brains, may you live long and prosper!
This is now kind of Big Bang Theory Quote of the Month now, since my last quote was about a month ago. So to mark the occasion, here is a Big Bang Theory quote that is quite strongly linked to said occasion. Enjoy!
Leonard: If she can do it, I can do it. If she can do it, I can do it. If she can do it, I can do it. (Knocks on door) I can’t do it. (Walks off.)
Leslie Winkle: (Opening the door) Hello?
Leonard: (Walking back) Oh, hi. Hey! Hi, Leslie.
Leslie: Leonard Hofstadter! What’re you doing here?
Leonard: Uh, I know! It’s been a while!
Leslie: Yeah, 18 months.
Leonard: Right. Right. So how you doing?
Leslie: Fine. You?
Leonard: Uh, not bad. You remember when we used to have sex and you said that it didn’t mean anything, it was just for fun?
Leslie: (Bewildered) Yeah…
Leonard: (Stuttering) Uh, do you, uh, want to do that again?
Leslie: (Laughing) What happened? Blondie dumped you?
Leonard: She didn’t dump me. We were just in different places in the relationship.
Leonard: Um, anyway, apparently, it’s okay to go back to people you’re no longer seeing and have recreational sex with them.
Leonard: So, what do you say?
Leslie: Let me think about it! (Slams door.)
Leonard: (Waits a while, and then realises) She’s not coming back. (Walks off.)
Live long and prosper! 😀
Greetings, fellow life forms! Sorry I haven’t done a post like this in quite a while; I’ve just been spending a lot of my time doing homework and working for my GCSEs. I’ve finally found time to do a post about what I like best, though: The Big Bang Theory!
Here in the UK, the first episode of the sixth season of the Big Bang Theory was broadcast last Thursday. The adverts made them look AMAZING. But I didn’t have high hopes for it; the fifth season had been a bit of a flop (Geeky thought: I blame it on the departure of writer and executive producer Lee Aronshon, who left the series after Season Four), and the final episode I had a hunch would be forever known as the point when Big Bang Theory not just jumped the shark, but rocketed-into-the-sky-and-dived-back-down-over the shark.
The series had changed from a silly little group of programmes about four hopeless geeks trying but failing to communicate with the new species of life form known as women, to unusually sociable and knowledgeable geeks spending most of their time comfortably around women (whom one has even married), watching one of their group members blasting off into space. To paraphrase the late Neil Armstrong, “That’s one small step for man, one ludricously giant leap for devoted Big Bang Theory fans.”
The opening episodes for the first four seasons were PRETTY GOOD. We were introduced to the gang through a geniusly funny script and plot; we learned of what happens when you give Sheldon a glass of warm milk containing Valium (“I’m Batman. Shhh!”); we saw Howard look like a Chuckle Brother with his new moustache; and best of all, we saw Howard getting uncomfortable with his recently acquired robot hand, whilst Penny gets a grilling from Sheldon and Amy!
Season five was alright. The opening scene was nicely done with the “thinking cap” moment, and who can ever forget the line that won Sheldon’s team the Paintballing Cup: “Geology isn’t a real science!” But the sixth season opening episode left me mostly unimpressed. Sheldon had grown his hair into a side parting, smiled for most of the episode and even displayed a new-found affection towards women through his romantic speech taken from Spider Man (despite the fact that he’s supposed to be a condescending, annoying geek); Raj has lost his cute, naive touch that made him my favourite of the geeks, and the sketches featuring Howard and Bernadette are getting a bit tiresome. The moments with Leonard and Penny were alright, and the Bossa Nova moment between Raj and Stuart was…um…fascinating.
However, I haven’t completely given up hope with the Big Bang Theory. They have always made me smile. They have always made me laugh. They have always made me feel warm inside. No matter how many episodes I see. I like to think that watching an episode a day keeps the stress away! Also, Big Bang Theory seems to have the most luck with the second episode of each season: in them, there was the “Gravity” quote, Leslie Winkle dating Howard whilst Sheldon sits on the stairs playing Super Mario 64, the genius “Grasshopper” episode, Shel-bot, and Penny’s new armchair.
But anywho, I’m back! And so are my extremely long blog posts, it seems. Big Bang Theory is back too, and I mustn’t lose hope in my favourite sitcom that has rarely failed to put a smile on my face.
Live long and prosper! And may the force be with you! 😀
Five days. Five days spent this half term with my heart pounding overtime, my blood pumping adrenaline, and my sanity edging closer and closer to a nervous breakdown. On my list of horribly stress-infused days, those five days come right after the nightmare that was Exam Week in June. Every morning when I woke up, I longed to stall for time and play on Professor Layton, but colleges and universities were calling, and so was my work-loving lobe.
I did three homeworks in one day on Saturday; on Monday, my sweat ducts were on panic mode as I fiddled exhaustively with pipe cleaners and tried to stick them into my sketchbook and close it without the pipe cleaners coming apart; Wednesday was background refinement and compositional formats; and Friday was mock up day, which I worked on late into the twilight hours, and it still wasn’t finished. Today was the fifth. Technically, I should be typing up the transcript(s) to my German Speaking Test, but I’ve figured that I have plenty of time to do that, and so I’m typing this post.
But I’m sane. I survived. On Monday, I thought I’d never be ready to start my final piece as soon as I get back to school, what with all the work I still had to do. But now I think I can. And it was thanks to an external source that I was able to keep my marbles safe. No, not Big Bang Theory (in fact, come to think of it, I’ve probably spent an entire week without seeing a single episode); music.
Half term truly was musical mayhem: a whole week of headbanging to Queen ’til I’m seriously discombobulated (I can’t do that now, unfortunately: I’ve just had a haircut); working into the late hours as the soothing synthesiser on Human League’s Together in Electric Dreams soothes my brain like a lullaby; and wondering when my Depeche Mode CD will ever turn up. I discovered more bands to feed my mega-80s-crave. I lay shattered in bed, Jean Michel Jarre’s Equinoxe washing over me like waves on a beach. And I thanked the world for the music, the songs that I’m singing. Thanks for all the joy they’re bringing. Who could live without it? I ask in all honesty, what would life be? Without a song or a dance, what are we? So I say thank you for the music, for giving it to me.
Hmm…Something tells me that those lyrics could work miracles in E Flat…
Live long and prosper! 😀