Rockstar Recap with help from Simon
Simon of American Idol had some free time this week. He gave me some advice so that I could bring you this installment of the Rockstar Supernova run down.
Patrice: Although your singing voice is lovely, the skunk thing you’ve got going on with your hair is rather puzzling. No really, I like you Patrice but I think you need to get a new stylist.
Storm: I seriously don’t know what’s worse: Tommy Lee’s sexual comments directed at just about EVERY single female contestant on the show or the fact that the women (most of them anyway) are acting less like they want to front the band and more like groupie I-want-to-sleep-with-you-in-your-trailer trash. Seriously Storm, do you want to front them or . . . well, you know where I’m going with this. She actually told Tommy she had six letters for him and and said "google." All I’ll say about that is this: white linen, shackles, no bra. Storm, the name of the show is "Rockstar Supernova" not "Pornstar Supernova". Then again, you already have the name for it.
But seriously, if they don’t respect you, they’re not going to pick you to front the band. Oh, and don’t think you’re fooling anyone. "Storm Large" isn’t your real name is it? You’re really Jane Krakowski. Do you need any more proof than this?
Lukas: It is not, I repeat NOT, a Robert Smith (The Cure’s lead singer) look-alike contest. I might like your voice if I wasn’t so distracted by your appearance. Are you and Patrice using the same colorist?
Jill: I’m not buying the spit-fire Jill image that she’s trying to portray. Patrice would take her down in a second (Patrice is a martial artist after all). Secondly, I still can’t get that horrific Courtney Love imitation out of my head. I’m betting the only reason the guys are keeping her around is because they’d rather look at her than the guys they’ve left go so far.
Ryan: Vanilla. He seems like a nice guy; he sings well enough. Perfectly forgettable.
Phil: I’m going to go out on a limb here and guess that the only reason Jason decided to get up and play the guitar with him is because he only had to watch the back of him. . . much better than being exposed to the unusual facial expressions.
Dana: She’s just bad, like really bad karaoke. And proof that Tommy Lee needs glasses? "You’re so hot," is what he said to her. When she sings. . . so not hot.
Toby: It’s not your fault, sweetheart. Song choice, song choice. That’s all the guys talked about last week. So this week, when they pick the songs that are distributed to the rockers. . . they pick "Runaway Train." Come on already!
Magni: You were good. Forgettable though, if you ask me.
Zayra: "Everybody hurts. . . sometimes. Everybody cries. Everybody hurts. . ." Yeah, especially my ears. The guys liked this but it left me scratching my head and wondering why they would like someone that my husband and I are calling the "Bad Bjork". Maybe Tommy Lee was suffering from a low blood sugar because he actually licked his lips and said, "very yummy."
Jenny: Is that you Natasha? Natasha Beddingfield, shame on you! You already have a successful career. Why do you want to front Supernova? Why?
After she performed her song, the guys stated that they are looking for "Oz Fest," not "Lilith Fair". You picked the songs boys! YOU DID! If you want them to "crush it" as you keep saying, then give them some songs they can crush already. I have to hand it to her though. When Tommy started with the comments, she cut him off. (She was probably thinking she had better cut him off before he started talking about her "ho-hum." His word, not mine!).
Spawn of Satan. . . I mean, Dilana: There’s something about Dilana that just scares me. Maybe it’s the whole Elvira meets Bride of Frankenstein meets Hot Topic hoodie thing she’s got going on; maybe it’s something else entirely. Do you see what I’m talking about here????
(Dilana, please don’t hurt me.) I have to respect her though, because she is the one woman who when faced with sexual comments from the crew, simply turns her gaze to the next guy instead of standing on the stage fluttering her eyelashes and shaking her hips in a shameless way. She’s selling her marlboro-infused voice, not her sexuality; and you have to respect that even if she does give you nightmares.
And I’m not just saying that because she scares me. . .
Really.
I’m going to take a guess that Dana gets sent packing. . .
I’m in LOVE
Remember how I said I thought it was love? You know, me and my new weapon, the sai? Well, it is definitely love. I woke up bright and early this past weekend and attended a morning karate class. It was me and one other student. We worked on only weapons kata’s and it was a blast. I now have a good working knowledge of my new sai kata.
At one point in the kata, there is a move where you are standing on guard (for non-karate-ka’s, this means that you are standing upright with one sai in each hand. You are holding the handles and the blades are against your arms, somewhat obscuring them from view. The handles of the sai are creating a plus sign just out from your left hip bone). The next move has you step out into a deep right-foot forward seisan (think deep knee bend, sort of) and you make a throwing motion with the sai in your right hand, blade facing toward an attacker’s imaginary foot.
The next move has you pulling the sai back to the on-guard position again, followed by a step back and then you spear the would-be attacker with the sai in your right hand. It is wicked cool, the spearing part, but the confusing thing is this: why would you point a sai at someones foot and then pull it back and start over again?
This weekend I learned what it was all about. As the other student and I stood on guard, our instructor had us freeze. He retrieved two additional sai. He placed one securely in my belt with the blade facing down and did the same for the other student. We started from the on guard position, but this time we threw our sai at our would-be attackers foot. We then stood up into the on-guard position again. This time, we discreetly moved the other sai that was in our belt into our empty hand, stepped back and then speared our would-be attacker with our new sai.
Regarding my love for the new weapon. . . YOU HAD ME AT THE THIRD SAI! (Think Jerry Maguire.)
We also learned how to properly do the sabori at the end of the kata. Sabori is a term I first learned from John at Martial Views. Simply put, it is the symbolic cleaning off of the blood, etc. from the sai blades at the conclusion of the kata. It is important to do this right, because if it were real you certainly wouldn’t want to be splattering your opponent’s blood all over yourself. While I oohed and aahed over the kata, the little girl who was taking class with me squealed with disgust. She thought it was "gross." We are obviously at two very different places, which can probably be explained by the 20-something year age difference.
So, blood and gore aside, morning karate was refreshing. It was great to start the day with it as opposed to ending the day with it. I had much more energy; and I seem to have retained more of the kata. Of course, that could just be because I’m getting more familiar with the kata. But, I prefer to go with the "morning karate is good for me" theme. I do, after all, need to convince Mr. BBM that he likes being stuck with both of the kids by himself while I’m out there becoming a warrior.
Once my sai come in, I may attempt to video-tape a kata and post it. I think it would be beneficial for all the non-karate folk who frequent here and are probably wondering what the heck I’m talking about most of the time. (It would also probably provide a good laugh for all the karate authorities out there.) It all depends on how I look on film though, so the jury’s still out on that decision. Stay tuned. . .
Birth Story
The first birth story is published over at Birth Stories. Please check it out, and consider submitting your own!
Birth of a Blog
Because one just wasn’t enough, I have started another blog called "Birth Stories." Within a week of coming home with each of my baby girls, I sat down and wrote out the stories of their births. I thought that it was important for my memory, and that one day my daughters would cherish the memory as well.
When I started blogging a few months ago, I realized what an amazing blogging community is out there. I have my karate bloggers as well as the Mommy bloggers; and I love both factions equally well. I’ve enjoyed reading other blogs and I’ve especially enjoyed when the Mommy bloggers (and occasional Daddy blogger) post the birth stories of their little ones. Each story is so unique, so special, and so empowering. Giving birth is truly an amazing experience.
To honor the birth stories of mothers (and potentially fathers who would like to share their accounts as well), I have started this new blog. One of my daughter’s birth stories will appear there later this week; and I hope that it catches on. I envision it as a place where birthing veterans can reminisce, as well as a place for new mom’s-to-be to go and find comfort, strength, and knowledge. If you have a birth story that you would like to contribute, please see the submission guidelines, and email your amazing tale to me at black-belt-mama at hotmail dot com.
Now please, check out the new digs. I think you’ll like them.
Her first kiai?
This is a video from when Big I was about 15 months old. At the time I babysat a friend’s son. He was two months older than Big I and for the most part, they got along very well. The three of us had a lot of fun together. Big I was often the recipient of a bite on the foot or occasionally the hand. She usually tolerated this well and would not retaliate. The video below is an example of what happens when your usually well-tempered child hears another child call her mother "mama." She just wasn’t havin’ it.
If only she could demonstrate this kind of passion in her karate now. . .
Can you tell I’m having fun with my Movie Maker program???
You have to hit the play button once the movie loads. If that doesn’t work for you, you can view it here: http://www.eefoof.com/video/2563
Copyright
© Copyright 2006-2019 blackbeltmama dot com ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Follow Me
Blog Designed By
My Creations
Things You Could Care Less About
