Musical Catch Phrase. Now, I don't know what goes on at those wild Hollywood parties you attend, Jason, although based on reality TV I imagine a lot of drug snorting, partner swapping, hot tub time, and loud music. Well, the social gatherings I attend are a lot more tame, with people grazing from a table of treats, gabbing about their jobs and kids, and waiting with bated breath for the games to begin. For the past three years I have attended a ChristmaHannaKwanzaa party (I'm always bitter Solstice gets slighted) thrown by my incredible friend Tamara, who won't allow me to partake in the holiday festivities unless I have Musical Catch Phrase stashed in my purse, along with some hideous white elephant gift. A few hours into the party everyone splits into two teams, anxious to show off their musical knowledge and demolish their opponents in a game of guessing random song titles based on clues, humming or actual singing (which is my preference). Usually half of the attendees are music teachers, so there's a lot of pride riding on which team earns bragging rights and disgraces the other partygoers so that they return home to spend the rest of the night crying on their giant pillows. Yes, we're a wee bit cuthroat, but it's all in good fun (although the foot stomping, screaming and finger pointing may indicate otherwise). So, Jason, the next time you throw a wild party I'd be tickled to set up a game of Musical Catch Phrase once people come down from their highs and put on some clothes. I'd highly recommend you weasel your way onto my team because in all of the years I've played at Tamara's I have never lost, and I am not about to lose to a bunch of namby pamby celebrities who think "Party in the U.S.A." is the pinnacle of pop music. Game on, Seth Rogen. Prepare to be metaphorically slaughtered.
Showing posts with label catch phrase. Show all posts
Showing posts with label catch phrase. Show all posts
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Reason 173
Musical Catch Phrase. Now, I don't know what goes on at those wild Hollywood parties you attend, Jason, although based on reality TV I imagine a lot of drug snorting, partner swapping, hot tub time, and loud music. Well, the social gatherings I attend are a lot more tame, with people grazing from a table of treats, gabbing about their jobs and kids, and waiting with bated breath for the games to begin. For the past three years I have attended a ChristmaHannaKwanzaa party (I'm always bitter Solstice gets slighted) thrown by my incredible friend Tamara, who won't allow me to partake in the holiday festivities unless I have Musical Catch Phrase stashed in my purse, along with some hideous white elephant gift. A few hours into the party everyone splits into two teams, anxious to show off their musical knowledge and demolish their opponents in a game of guessing random song titles based on clues, humming or actual singing (which is my preference). Usually half of the attendees are music teachers, so there's a lot of pride riding on which team earns bragging rights and disgraces the other partygoers so that they return home to spend the rest of the night crying on their giant pillows. Yes, we're a wee bit cuthroat, but it's all in good fun (although the foot stomping, screaming and finger pointing may indicate otherwise). So, Jason, the next time you throw a wild party I'd be tickled to set up a game of Musical Catch Phrase once people come down from their highs and put on some clothes. I'd highly recommend you weasel your way onto my team because in all of the years I've played at Tamara's I have never lost, and I am not about to lose to a bunch of namby pamby celebrities who think "Party in the U.S.A." is the pinnacle of pop music. Game on, Seth Rogen. Prepare to be metaphorically slaughtered.Thursday, May 13, 2010
Reason 162
Your catch phrase. We all have a phrase or two that we keep in our back pockets for those times when people need a little pick me up or chuckle (or need to be called out on their stupidity - "epic fail" anyone?) When I first started teaching I was prone to let "not too shabby" trip from my lips whenever I was genuinely impressed by a student's ideas or behavior, and before I knew it thirty adorable kids were mimicking me, exhalting their peers for a job well done with my three little words. In many an interview and commentary session, Jason, you have gleefully encouraged people to 'show 'em your stuff," a phrase you picked up from your dad, who often pushed you and your siblings to chase after your dreams and not be afraid to shine. Apparently hiding one's light under a bushel was not an option in the Segel family. Those words may be few, but I think they perfectly encapsulate the sentiment we often try to bestow on those we believe in, even if they may not quite believe in themselves. I admire your confidence, Jason, and appreciate your desire to motivate schlubs who are sitting at home in their underwear with a giant bowl of popcorn in their laps while watching episodes of HIMYM with the commentary turned on. I have a feeling the average person doesn't hear too many positive axioms on a regular basis (unless their psychiatrist has foisted a daily self-help calendar on them), so it's nice to know a semi-famous guy like yourself is willing to encourage all the deadbeat dads, soccer moms, and emo kids out there to be all that they can be. Who knows? Maybe if you tell enough fans to "show 'em your stuff" you'll start a nation-wide catch phrase frenzy that's on par with "Whatchu' talkin' 'bout, Willis?" and "I pity the fool!" Stranger things have happened.
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