“Christine Sixteen” by Kiss is one sick song, man.
And I like it anyway.
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Had a decent evening at home. I got the kitchen cleaned up nicely. You know, as long as the dishes are done and the floor is vacuumed I can get by. If those two things need attention it bugs me.
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Kelli went to Krav Maga, learned a couple of knife disarms. This is so much doggone fun!
We’re both crazy sore, and in strange places (in my case at least; I caught a mitt to the nose the other night). She had trouble sleep due to it (the soreness, not my nose).
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I more or less wrapped up my cultural identity project. It’s going to be an oral presentation, so the written component is mainly for the prof to have something to grade. I feel like I learned a lot, and got some great information from you guys (thank you again to those of you who participated). I was tired when typing and didn’t feel sharp or very insightful, but if I present this tonight (we’re chosen randomly) I feel I can do a good job.
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And how about that crazy storm that blew through overnight? Wow. Tree limbs are down, everything’s soaked…
I’m pretty surprised that we never lost power. At one point I heard a crack that I was sure was a big tree falling over.
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Say… did anyone else notice that Andrei Arlovsky was suddenly lacking that carpet of chest hair he’d had before? I guess he had it lasered or something. An improvement for sure.
Wow. I’ve just commented on the appearance of another man’s chest.
Hmm… nope, still straight.
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Happy Thursday.
2 comments:
I think he needs to let it all grow back. He fights better when he looks like a damn grizzly bear.
Funny thing about "Christine 16." I've been thinking about that song (as music geeks tend to do). On the one hand, it seems to be pretty clearly sung from the point of view of, well, let's just say from a man old enough not to be lusting after high schoolers.
But I can't help but ponder...this song was written by Gene Simmons, who's done a good job at building an image of being the world's biggest (and most successful) horndog. But this is a guy with a cash register for a brain, heart AND gonads. He's made no bones about writing songs so they would be popular. And he certainly knew, in the late 70s, that most of the Kiss fans were between the ages of 11-16 or so. I've started to wonder if he wrote that song, not because he lusts after teenagers, but so the female contingent of the Kiss Army would have a song that was "about" them, so to speak, and sung to them. Simmons was rewarded with another hit single, at any rate, though I suspect it has to do with how catchy the song is (not something Kiss was ever particularly good at) than the lyrics.
That sounds farfetched to most reading this, I know, but I'm convinced Simmons doesn't feel anything - love, lust, anger, whatever - unless cash is somehow involved. I think every song he's ever written (with the possible exception of the stuff on Music From the Elder, the only Kiss album that seems to have been made for the band's own artistic satisfaction) is calculated in some way to accomplish something financial.
Michael
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