4 posts tagged “carrienation”
Boy, for a couple of teetotaling vegetarians, CarrieNation and Dabysan throw one hell of a party. I mean, I knew it was going to be a good time, but yesterday went above and beyond my highest expectations. I'm so unbelievably happy for the both of them, and even though it's been said plenty, I'd like to offer them my public congratulations one last time. I am deeply honored that two people I care about so much asked me to be a part of their special day. I'm just thankful that I only flubbed my toast in small ways that nobody seemed to notice. I was so sure I was going to screw it up.
I have other stuff I should be doing right now. But I made the mistake of turning on my computer when I got home. Then I re-read Dabysan's excellent post about getting married this weekend. Then I started thinking about my toast, which I thought I had completed last night. Then I started going back through some - okay, most - of our posts about Karaoke to the Death. Then I started listening to the audio from past years. Then I started thinking about how great all my friends are, and how much I'm looking forward to this fantastic celebration on Saturday - despite the fact that I have to give a toast, which I definitely don't want to do.
I have other stuff I should be doing right now, but you're going to have a hard time convincing me I wasted my evening.
Man, I am Wiped. Out. It's been one long-ass day. I'm so worn out right now that I took the trolley home from the Metro station when I went to drop off the Zipcar. My ride today was way out in Berryville, and I'm not going to tell you what ungodly hour I got out of bed in order to make it out there by quarter to eight. And on top of the early start, I was riding near the back of the group, which is always more tiring. It's a little counterintuitive. Yes, I was riding more slowly than I could have, but I was on the bike significantly longer than I really needed to be. At least it was a much better day for a ride than last week, as you can probably tell by the photo above.
I was supposed to go to the roller derby this evening with Dabysan, CarrieNation, and Curlysalamander, but I had to cancel when I realized I was going to get home after the bout had already started. It's probably for the best, anyway. My team - the mighty Cherry Blossom Bombshells - is facing CarrieNation's team - the lowly Scare Force One - and Ms. Nation tends to get a little, shall we say.... temperamental when Scare Force loses. It's kind of unpleasant to be around. So my revised plan is to park myself on the couch, try to find a shitty Adam Sandler movie on TBS, and fall asleep until, oh, about Tuesday.Dabysan will attest that the most common reaction people have to hearing about Karaoke to the Death for the first time is: "Oh, well you don't want me there. I'm terrible. I'll win for sure." It's number one with a bullet and number two isn't close. And, oddly, most people look a little crestfallen when you (meaning, we) compliment them and say: "Look, I am sure you can't sing, but you probably won't win." You (meaning, they) don't realize just how terrible the seasoned KttD'ers are and how they try to select songs that emphasize the very worst aspects of their badness.
Case in point - about a third of the way into the sound clip below, you can clearly hear CarrieNation opine "It's not that bad." Now, I was standing near Ms. Nation when she offered that opinion, and I can personally attest that everyone agreed that no, it really wasn't that bad. But the thing is, any rational person with functional eardrums is going to listen to this and say "Are you fucking kidding me? This is fucking terrible!" And they would be right. It is fucking terrible. Emma Peel is just a terrible singer. And despite that fact, this song didn't even factor in the final tally; I don't believe she received a single vote. The mind reels.
None of this is to detract from Emma's abilities, mind you. She was a worthy champion in 2007, and should have won twice in a row. She will be right back in the mix next year, I have no doubt. Nothing compares to Emma. But this is what newcomers to the sport of bad karaoke don't understand. We're not talking about merely bad singing; we're talking about some of the worst singing imaginable. Like I said, the mind reels.