Tag…you aren’t it.

I decided I had some time to write another blog posting but as I sat down to type it out, I just couldn’t really decide on a topic. There are a few things that have been on my mind, but if I were to try and write about them, I would either be writing a dozen or so blogs in one evening, or you would be reading something that just would not make sense. I would probably intermix the topics between sentences and come across as a babbling drunk.

You are probably thinking to yourself that I already come across like that with some of my postings so I shouldn’t hold back. Not a problem…on some days I would probably agree even though I don’t drink. So instead of coming across as a babbling drunk, it would probably be more accurate to call me a bumbling idiot. All in favor say “I” (or should it be “aye”?).

So here I am now on paragraph three and I haven’t told you what the topic is about. Yet you must have been curious by the title of this blog. So here it goes… Instead of using one of the topics swimming around in my brain, I decided to see what some of the trending topics were on WordPress tonight. None of them stood out more than the others so I looked at the Tags tab to see what tags are pulling the most use lately. Sadly, I didn’t see my name as one of the tags. The ego took a big hit. I thought I was popular.

The interesting thing about looking at the Tags tab, there wasn’t a single name of a person on the list. There were topics, but no names. You would think with the NBA All-Star Weekend going on there would be some names. The three-point shooting contest was earlier and the dunk contest ended not too long ago. Yet not a single name. I thought Blake Griffin would have been mentioned a lot because of his final dunk in the contest. Why not?

I didn’t even see it but I have read how awesome it was on Twitter from a lot of sports broadcasters I follow. Wouldn’t you think anyone jumping over a Kia Optima, receiving a pass from another player standing out the sunroof, and dunking it through the hoop is cool? Check out the headline photo on ESPN taken from an angle looking down from the ceiling on the basket. But he doesn’t show up as a popular tag tonight.

Not even Justin Bieber shows up on the common tag list. Doesn’t he get mentioned enough just for living to show up on a common tag list? And today he was named the MVP (most valuable pre-pubescent) for the celebrity game on the All-Star agenda. Still, he didn’t show up on the list. But he is a trending topic on Twitter, in case you didn’t know.

So what is it about tags that are so important? Obviously tags help your blog to be found in searches. Tags help common articles to be linked. Tags also tell you the prices of clothing. This lets you know whether you want to buy it or not. That is essentially the same effect of a tag on a blog. It lets you know if you want to read it or not.

Unfortunately tags can be misleading. Take this posting as an example. You might have been looking for articles that talked about Justin Bieber. You might have been looking for a posting about the NBA All-Star Weekend. Possibly about a Kia Optima, or possibly even Twitter? Maybe even Michael Jackson, Madonna, or Lady Gaga, just because I mentioned their names in this paragraph and tag their names just for the traffic results. Regardless, I really doubt you were looking for a blog about blog tags. And I wasn’t planning on writing a blog about blog tags. Yet here we are in the big internet cloud in the sky crossing paths because I tagged my writings with names and topics that don’t even relate. So while we are here together, let me say “hello, I am Randy, and I am glad you are here.” If you want to be my friend, come find me on Facebook or Twitter and tag me. As for right now…tag, you’re now it.

Just another view from a Palmtree.

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Stuck on a Bad Romance…

To start with, this is not about my relationship with my wife. It would be stupid of me to share that kind of information (if it existed) on a public forum like this. Nor is this a confession of an affair. That would be even more stupid. Think about it…who in their right mind would use a public forum to admit an affair or rag on their spouse or both? Oh wait, there are many examples of just that floating around inside that famous cloud of social media websites. I however, am not here to do that. No, this posting is about something completely different.

So I got out of bed this morning and sat down on my thinking chair and for some dumb reason I can’t explain, Lady Gaga was going through my head. Yes, Bad Romance was stuck and wouldn’t stop playing. To make matters worse, it was stuck in broken record mode where only a couple of lines from the song were repeating. Gaga, ooh la la. Ugh!!!!

I will admit it is a catchy tune. If I were a dancing man, I would be busting a move like no other. I could be a “little monster” like any other Gaga fan. But I’m not…not a fan, not a dancing man, not a little monster of any sort. Yet here I was, fresh out of bed, listing to a song in my head that I hadn’t actually heard playing since last Saturday. And that got me thinking…

(By the way, when I am sitting on the thinking chair, I assume the “Thinker” position and let the thoughts run wild. It is easier to pass the time that way. It also lets me go back to sleep on the chair while keeping my body propped up.)

So the question came to mind, “What is it that makes a song get stuck in your head?” It is subliminal? Is it emotional? What is it? Please, somebody answer me.

Bad Romance is just the latest culprit. And I think the reason why is two-fold. First of all, the music is fun. There is a catchy beat and a quick rhythm to it all. That has to account for something because I have never had a song that is completely opposite of that description, such as Amazing Grace, stuck in my head.

The second reason, at least as it relates to me, is that I think the song is too goofy to be considered a good song. That is probably why Macarena got stuck in my head quite a bit. How about “What is Love” by Haddaway. Another pointless song with a good beat. (Although that song could get stuck in your head just by watching Chris Kattan and Will Ferrell bobbing their heads in sync with the bass line.) Rhythm is a Dancer…and these are all songs with a rhythm that makes you want to dance. If you like to dance. And for those that are of the younger generation and have never heard those last three songs, your equivalent can be found on any of the three High School Musical soundtracks. Just pick any of the songs…they all fit the bill.

Maybe the problem is me. I should probably like all songs that have a good beat, no matter how ridiculous the words may be. I should want to get up in the aisles to swing my hips and shuffle my feet. I know you do. But I am not you, and you are probably very grateful about that. And I just don’t want to get up and dance with somebody…even if it was sung by Whitney Houston (whose own goofy behavior over the last few years could rival that of Lady Gaga). Sorry honey, you can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life, but you won’t be digging this guy as a dancing queen. (Okay, that just gave me a scary visual that I need to quickly delete from my brain.)

So here is my proposal to the world…I’ll stick to listening to motion picture scores and some of my favorite 80’s music hoping to change the playlist in my head. You keep on checking in on me to see if my opinions have changed. Something is bound to happen. What? I guess we will have to wait and see. In the meantime, I do want to be your friend and don’t want to be caught in a bad romance.

Just another view from a palmtree.