Is there a song that you just wish was turned into an awesome music video? Have you already done the treatment for the video in your head? Or a good song with a video that makes you want to redo it?
Well, yes, I've tried to re-imagine a new video for the Black Eyed Peas' “Don't Lie” set at a house by the beach on the Windward side of Oahu, where my ex-boyfriend tries to cheat on me with Fergie as the Peas play Greek chorus. And yes, I've imagined the video as a hot, groovy party (complete with dancing vixens and hunky eye-candy guys in barely buttoned-up Hollister shirts) where at one point The Ex has to go to the bathroom and sees me in the mirror, and then the video ends with everyone else grooving to the Black Eyed Peas kickin' it kanakapila style... and Ex seeing his date Fergie talking to me -- and my hot new man, who just so happens to be played by Josh Holloway. (Who probably would be game to doing a BEP music video, anyway, since Peter Sarsgaard/ TR Knight/ Jonathan Rhys-Meyers/ Keanu Reeves would all be conveniently unavailable.)
Since we're on the topic of videos, I might as well blurt out a few quickie reviews of the clips I've seen during my study breaks this week:
- Nelly Furtado, “Promiscuous.” I like Nelly Furtado, and I think she looks so much hotter now (post-baby) than she ever did before. That said, as much as I wanted to like this song, I think I liked it better when it was called “My Humps.” (Shut up, Timbaland.) And the less said about the cameo of Punk Ass Bit- I mean, Justin Timberlake, the better.
- Pink, “Stupid Girls.” I should take it as an omen that the computer conked out after 15 seconds of trying to watch it. I'm sure it would've been so much funnier, though.
- The Pussycat Dolls, “Dontcha.” Yep, this song is going to outlive us and a couple of cockroaches, if we can help it. So why was I not impressed by the video that eventually got produced? I was expecting sexy, people. Instead, I turned this off after 30 seconds.
- Gnarls Barkley, ”Crazy.” This should teach me not to watch videos on computer monitors, because the Rorschach-inspired visuals, while stunning, gave me a bit of a headache.
- Shakira and Wyclef, “Hips Don't Lie.” Okay, so this totally isn't “La Tortura,” and between the regal horn intro and the weirdly painted carnies, it made me think that Geoffrey Chaucer was going to show up for a few rhymes. Once I got into it, though, I thought this was a nice balance of video and song. Not great, but not bad.
Anyway, back to the makeup bag update: So I saw the new L'Oreal mineral powder makeup at Daiei/Don Quijote/ The Store Formerly Known as Holiday Mart, and I couldn't even test it because the tester was practically bolted to the display and I couldn't get enough powder on the brush. If this is as lame as the Neutrogena Mineral Sheers I'll have to pass on this one too, but as it goes I probably won't even be able to take this with me anyway, since I'm already happy with the True Match pressed powder.
Eventually, when school stops kicking me in the keister, I will also break down and start shopping for a new powder blush. I've heard a lot of good things about Cover Girl's Cheekers, so I was looking at that - but I was also looking at Maybelline, L'Oreal (a moment of silence for Feel Naturale), Rimmel, and even Wet'n'Wild (the latter two of which Madame Badger is enamored). Eventually, though, I won't be surprised if I end up buying more of the cheap'n'cheerful stuff at the store to share with my girly-girl cousins back home.
I should write more about this trip...