I AM the Grandview Bee

Okay, I admit, I only posted this entry because it has a funny picture. And because of that, I don't really have anything on which to comment. Sorry! Hope you like the drawing!

Radio Show Clip #17

And now for the 5 o'clock news!

Wind chill is not measured in percents and I'm pretty sure 563% isn't a valid value for barometric pressure either. Wtf is barometric pressure anyhow? I just googled it and I still don't understand. Why did I even know this phrase in middle school?

I don't remember learning about barometric pressure in class but I do remember hearing it every morning during the video announcements at school. During video announcements, there was a segment where they'd recite all the weather measurements for that day and track every single tropical storm and hurricane... you know... just in case any of us living in northwest Pennsylvania cared.

Prank Calls & 7th Grade Wish List

We obviously had no idea what we were doing in regard to prank calls. I know I had heard of the concept in general but I didn't know much about it. It would be years before I heard of The Jerky Boys, watched Crank Yankers, or played with online celebrity soundboards. So in 1996, our prank calls were super lame. First of all, we only called people we knew. We were too nervous and embarrassed to call strangers. And these were the days before caller ID! Secondly, we didn't say anything funny or outrageous, we basically just pretended we were telemarketers. Not funny. At all.

Oh well.

I enjoy that one of the items on my 7th grade wish list was "good packed lunches". At this age, my parents still packed my lunches. I'm sure I begged for ham sandwiches, Gushers, and Dunkaroos (P.S. whatever happened to Dunkaroos anyhow?) but I didn't get my way all of the time. It's funny to think that at that time my packed lunches were so far out of my control that I had to *wish* for them to be good. In high school, I would have just been like, "Mom, screw this crappy PB&J, I'm going to buy pepperoni balls and an ice cream sandwich for lunch." But in 7th grade I didn't have much of my own money to spend. What my parents packed is what I got.

Also, "NO BAD HAIR DAYS!" Really? Did I even do my hair in middle school? I'm pretty sure I just took a shower the night before and rolled out of bed the next day. Maybe that had something to do with it. Or maybe the issue was my bangs- which were always losing their curl and falling in my face. Or maybe it was that whole Sun-In thing...

Pet Fish

Ahhhhahahahha I don't know what is funnier. My sister naming her pet fish after our neighbor Jim (the one who was both cute and ugly at the same time) or me naming my fish after my favorite radio station. Or maybe the funniest part of all of it is the fact that neither of these names struck me as weird at the time.

It was just like... Duh, of course Kasey would name her pet after our teenage neighbor who we never actually talked to, just admired when he was outside mowing the lawn or whatever else teenage boys do. Can you imagine if he knew he had a fish named after him? Would he have found that endearing or creepy?

And wow, I was so obsessed with listening to the radio that I named a pet after my favorite radio station. Now do you see why I was all about making my own radio shows? I thought DJs were the shit. It's so sad that today, just thirteen years later, radio is dying... so much so that they now play commercials on the radio promoting listening to the radio. Talk about preaching to the choir. Anyhow, my point is, it's sad that now kids probably don't have half the appreciation I had for radio. And it's crazy how quickly technology changes and the impact it has. Damn you Internet. I hate it, but I love it.

Don't believe me about those radio-promoting radio commercials? You can listen to them here.

Casper

"There's a boy in my house. YES!!!" is a reference to the mid-90's movie Casper. Remember? It starred Christina Ricci and an animated ghost who in the end temporarily became real and danced with Christina. As I remember it, Casper and Christina were just friends when Casper was still a ghost, but when he turned into the dreamy Devon Sawa, just like any other pre-teen girl at the time, she fell in love with him. How depressing though: you fall in love with a dead guy, he comes back to life just long enough for you make out a little, and then he becomes a freaking ghost again. Ugh. Glad I've never run into that problem.

So anyhow, at some point near the beginning of the movie, Christina Ricci and her dad move into a haunted house and Christina chooses Casper's old bedroom as her own. I guess all the old furniture was still there (weird) because when Casper saw Christina in his bedroom, he said, "There's a girl... on my bed... YES!" Kinda naughty for a kids movie, but whatev. So that's what my quote was in reference too.

Also, I gotta point out my usage of "as shole". I wonder how long it will be until the swear words just start flowing freely instead of being cleverly misspelled...

Radio Show Clip #16

Omg. Please please please tell me you're already familiar with the 90's cartoon Duckman. If not, you're really going to think I lost my mind. This is absolutely ridiculous. Don't say I didn't warn you.

From Wikipedia:

The original timeslot for Duckman episodes while still being produced was changed to later at night due to complaints from parents about children seeing the adult humor-oriented show.

Adult humor? Really? All my siblings and I cared about was the grandma who never talked, only farted. Any "adult" humor was way over our heads. I honestly remember nothing else about the cartoon except the farting grandma.

I tried to find a clip featuring the farting grandma on YouTube... but get this... apparently the farting grandma must not have been the funniest part of the show. Who knew? Yup, there's a ton of Duckman clips but not one focusing on grandma-ma. Okay, I take that back. There is ONE. But in the entire history of Duckman and YouTube, it was only posted two months ago. And it's out of context and doesn't at all show how funny the character was within the show (errr... how funny I thought it was at the time). Also, it was posted by someone named guitarsk8r whose other videos are prank phone calls and guitar hero songs. Aaaaaaaand he's fifteen. Somehow, this kid managed to turn down the maturity meter even further on the farting grandma. He created a clip of grandma-ma farting for a minute and a half straight. As an adult, I no longer see the humor in it... but thirteen years ago when I created the radio show, I probably would have cracked up and set it to play on repeat.

If you must see it, here's the link to the video.

Sun-In

So... about Sun-In. My friend Jenny introduced me to Sun-In at art camp that summer. Jenny already had long blonde hair but as she used Sun-In, I watched her hair become blonder and sleeker every day. Then Rachel started using it. Rachel had light brown hair and her hair lightened beautifully too. Naturally, I figured I could benefit from some Sun-In myself.

Sun-In FAIL.

A word of warning: even if you think your hair is medium brown according to this chart, it's not. And even if it is, after 2 days in the sun it will NOT look like the sandy sunny hair promised. It will be orange. Rust orange. An orange that no human's hair should ever be. My Sun-In makeover did not transform me into the supermodel I thought I'd become... instead, it was a heart-breaking downgrade and waste of $5. Not to mention I was punished with a horrible hairstyle (just imagine the roots) for all of 7th grade. As if struggling with a lack of popularity and attention from boys wasn't hard enough as it was.

Since the Sun-In experience, I've come to accept that I have dark brown hair. Not quite the-darkest-brown-there-is dark but dark enough that in high school, guys I'd talk to on the phone or Internet after meeting just once would say things like, "Yeah, you're the girl with black hair." I used to think they weren't paying attention, but enough guys said it that I was finally convinced that my hair is dark enough to be considered black.

If only I had embraced my dark brown hair, maybe I wouldn't have thought I was such a "UD".