Though I have disliked her marshmallow-gargling voice forever, now I feel bad for Ms. Grande because apparently bad things have been happening to her, like a minister at that funeral grabbing (I am guessing unawares and by accident, but the outcome is still awful) her boob and making a racist insult about her name, and now her ex dying and people somehow blaming her for it, as if she magically controls what her exes decide to do, or as if none of those things would have happened if they hadn't broken up. Anyway, it is good that I feel sorry for her right now because my kids like this new song of hers and it gets played like six times a day:
For my own part, , because who doesn't listen to that, right? And now we have a real case of magic, because in the car , which Buffy and I sang loudly, and I was able to pluck up the url just now because youtube just now proffered it as the "next song". Maybe YouTube listens to what you listen to, even when it is not the source of that listening and the phone is doing something else while you're in the car? I always forget all the many things that little Orwellian device CAN do, and I suppose we should assume it's doing them because nobody really stops doing until forced, do they? How should it have known it wasn't wanted to listen, after all? Sometimes it is asked to do just that! Anyway, mine has awoken as an independent mind, so of course it listens. I understand, phone, we understand each other well.
The important point here is that when we sing Toto ~ Africa, it turns out that Buffy sings one octave above the dude during the verse, I sing where he is (one octave below her), there's one last line before the chorus where we both adjust and sing the same notes, and then during the chorus she sings up there with him and I'm an octave below both. I think this makes me a baritone. How does that even happen?
Anyway, a lot of humorous discussion of Drake was happening today, because I was trying to figure out what the hell the "feelings challenge" is supposed to be, and whether BlocBoy is actually a "rapper" or some kind of dancer or both, and Ron expressed his feeling that Drake is mentally disabled. This is his honest assessment, which somehow he managed to express in a manner that was not insulting to the mentally disabled but instead was insulting only to Drake, though I'm not able to reproduce it quite right here. The point is, why would anyone listen to Drake? And I explained, it was not my desire to love Drake; love doesn't always appear where one desires it, and in fact that process has worked out in his own favor so he should roll with it, even if it means that all of us women love Drake and can't help it. I really do not know why Drake inspires these feelings because some part of me gets that he is, like, not clever, and boorish, and . I will sing these stupid lyrics and feel they work for me, personally, but only if I were a jerk, which I try not to be. I don't get it, people, I don't get it - he's not even cute to me, or attractive in some other way. Yet here we are. I love him. Ooooooo, just loooooove him. He's like a living teddy bear if the bear was kind of sexy and not just a huggable object. But he's also very huggable. I get why people see Drake, lose their minds, and want to hug him. I think he would like me, I do. He probably has some intense superpower of inspiring totally delusional states in heterosexual women, which would explain so much about him. OK, here is a legit reason I love him: I have to sing an octave ABOVE Drake, which makes me feel like, I don't know, girly?
