She didn't, didn't, didn't want me / Until I had the money
Twelve more days until Eurovision week, the best three nights of television of the year. It's a goddamn retro circuit party.
I'm liking Germany's entry (and Dita von Teese will be dancing on stage, brraow) and Iceland's, and a little disappointed with Sweden's (she's a fucking opera singer, who decided she should do shitty pop? Leave that to the professionals). Israel's sucks, but that's not a surprise, they haven't had a decent entry since Dana International in 1998, and before that not since Ofra Haza in 1983. This kid from Norway is cute and has a very strong voice (also, violin!) but he has no stage presence. I just don't understand Belgium's or Bulgaria's, so to be safe maybe they should be booted from the EU. And look, James McAvoy is apparently Bosnian (and not a good singer, either).
Ultimately, though, Serbia should win (omg this guy is awesome):
I'm liking Germany's entry (and Dita von Teese will be dancing on stage, brraow) and Iceland's, and a little disappointed with Sweden's (she's a fucking opera singer, who decided she should do shitty pop? Leave that to the professionals). Israel's sucks, but that's not a surprise, they haven't had a decent entry since Dana International in 1998, and before that not since Ofra Haza in 1983. This kid from Norway is cute and has a very strong voice (also, violin!) but he has no stage presence. I just don't understand Belgium's or Bulgaria's, so to be safe maybe they should be booted from the EU. And look, James McAvoy is apparently Bosnian (and not a good singer, either).
Ultimately, though, Serbia should win (omg this guy is awesome):
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As for Eurovision contests, nothing will top the 1988 contest in Dublin. I do not know what was more difficult, carrying off a covert defection to the west in the midst of the contest, or putting up with Céline Dion chirping that horrid pop trash and actually winning.
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At least in my current cubicle, I have a window. Eleven years at Initech, and I think only by the grace of some serious post-hypnotic conditioning did I not start executing co-workers in search of a more fitting work environment.
Yet another benefit of this job over my previous one. Plus, ergonomic chairs.