I tried

I tried.
I thought, you're just being boring and repetitive.  And you sound like a fangirl.  And I criticized myself in several other ways.
And I think the result was that I stopped writing anything at all.  That was kind of dumb.
If my brain is totally obsessed with 2 people and a football team, so be it.
And today, of all days, I cannot not write about two of my obsessions, the Patriots and Chris Colfer.

Preachiness

Yup, this is me being serious. After all the blog is my thoughts, and sometimes I do have a serious one.

I'm actually a tad ashamed of myself.  I've been rather self-absorbed of late.  So it took my obsession with Chris Colfer to jolt me from my complaisance and into thought.  How? This PSA for the Trevor Project.  (And by the way I've watched 'I want to Hold Your Hand at least 10 times.  So beautiful.)

It had like 500k views when I saw it.  Sadly, I saw a lot of horrible comments.  You know, the kind of garbled, messed up English filled with all-caps comments about GOD and how homosexuality is evil.  Those comments we brush off as being from idiots.  And in another example of the silent majority the video has thousands of likes and a handful of dislikes.

Human version of Cuteness

I know this is starting to look like my thoughts are completely occupied by Glee, but that's because they are.  Chris is the human equivalent of that panda bear.  He is adorable.  How could anyone not think so? And something else he shares with pandas.  The sensible part of human society wants to hug a panda, and wants to hug Chris, and yet they know, this is not the right thing to do. (According to Gail Collins 5% of Americans are just bat-shit crazy, paraphrased.) Somewhere deep down lots of us would like to hug a panda bear, but something tells us not to break into the zoo and do it.  Similarly, something about Chris may make us want to hug him, but (as far as I know) no one hunts him down to do so.  If they do they are part of that 5%.  And Gail Collins is absolutely awesome by the way.  She always makes me laugh.

Actually do we still call it a panda bear even though we know they're not bears? Have I reverted to my childhood when they were still called that? I think we just go with panda now, but panda bear sounds more cuddly.

Well, we definitely call him Chris Colfer

Glee!

So I had this whole muddle of thoughts to put down and realized that it wouldn't even make sense to me if I didn't divide into the two topics at hand.  Glee and shoes.  Now, how do they overlap? I'll go into that in the next post.  First, I must express my adoration of Glee, and, more specifically, Chris Colfer/Kurt Hummel.  My reality testing seems weak when I attempt to separate my love for one or the other.  I do know they are separate, and one is a fictional character, and the other is a normal guy.  However, they are both awesome.  And I so wished he would have won the Emmy last weekend because that would have been so cool.  Okay, some of the fangirl expunged.

Why Glee? Well, I have fought hard for my love of Glee.  When Glee began I was over the moon with excitement.  This former school chorus singer, member of all things drama club-y and college a cappela group singer could not wait for a show that seemed designed for, well, ME.  And then things happened.  I lived in a house with two roommates.  One bailed after the first episode, not for her.  The other stuck with me for a few episodes, but I think he pretty much hated it.  So, the likelihood of a 2-1 banning of Glee in favor of some other TV show loomed on the horizon early on, and I think my joy in the early episodes was impaired by the knowledge that I could be cut off any day.  I started watching the show through the eyes of my rabid Sox fan, DMB-loving, turf management specialist roommate.  Through those eyes, Glee sucks.

And so, I lost.  And considered it fair. I tried Hulu to keep up, but no luck.  My old computer had too weak a wireless signal and my laptop burned up on attempt to stream videos.  (I tried to get around this by propping it up on my lap with two fingers, but this resulted in extreme finger pain, including burning of the tips, and fear that I might be damaging the inside of my beloved Macbook Air.  It did absolutely everything else I asked of it, even fitting in my purse).  So, I decided that I would wait for the DVD.  And thus began a concerted effort on my part not to know anything about what happened on Glee.  I would navigate away from webpages.  I would close my eyes and stick my fingers in my ears when a promo came on TV.  And I was successful.

This summer, I bought the whole season on iTunes as soon as I had a computer that could play it.  And I gorged myself on all things Glee.  Once I had watched the entire season I watched my favorite episodes over (Definitely not Vitamin D, there is too much Terri in there for me to take.  She scares me), and then I went to watching my favorite scenes, my favorite musical numbers.  So, Sectionals, Regionals, anything with Puck and Quinn because it was cute to see Puck try to be something other than a total jerk, and most of all, anything with Kurt and his father.  Rose's Turn, how many times I have watched.  And it never gets old.

I bought the soundtracks as well and have a 'Glee' playlist I listen to while walking to and from work.  I have watched every interview I can find of Mark Salling, Chris Colfer, Matthew Morrison, Mike O'Malley.  Like, an entire day spent on youtube seeing them tell the same stories again and again to the various different talk show hosts.  The big difference being that apparently in England you can whip out swords all of the sudden while that fascinating display was not afforded to American viewers (except of course, on youtube).  How hilarious was Matthew Morrison's reaction when the host pulled out the swords and Chris was like, 'I'm kind of a ninja.'  Despite his total lack of experience Chris seems to be great at the whole media thing.  Mark Salling on the other hand, turns out to be nothing like Puck,  he's so soft-spoken you'd think he wanted to run off the stage, and he's the one who already had a record out.  He's got to be used to some level of people asking questions.  He did use a neat diversion at the Emmy's when asked about the keying and egging of car.  The omelette thing pretty much confirmed that egging had occurred but successfully diverted attention.

SO, yes, obsessed with Glee.  And now I have only a couple of weeks to wait before I can have new material to obsess over, and this time I can do it in real time, maybe go see them live if they do another tour thing.  Squeee!!!  Okay, I will never do that again.  Just had to get it out of my system.