Darkness

August 20th, 2007

You know that song “Hey There, Delilah” that everyone, including my husband, loves? It makes me want to poke my eyes out with pointy objects just to get to an emergency room, where, for the love of all that is holy, they will not be playing that godforsaken song, and I can get new eyeballs in peace. What is it about the whiny teenage boy-sounding voice with pseudo-deep lyrics that has everyone so entranced all the time? How is it that this song has made it this far?

It’s as mystifying and upsetting as the very existence of Conor Oberst, but not QUITE as disturbing as the song “Face Down,” which is upsetting mostly because Jesus, honestly, I don’t buy it for a second, and that kind of insincerity really gets under my toenails. As abhorrent as domestic violence is, I can’t help but feel like this is the kind of song that dudes write to get chicks, because they’re so sensitive, although I’ll give them credit for artfully blending lyrics that feature both domestic violence and jerking off. That’s a worthy challenge.

And in other news, I have been mysteriously felled by shin splints, despite … well, despite doing everything right, according to every flipping running textbook. I stretch my face off, wear orthotics, don’t overtrain and … well, I don’t know, but I do know that I’m taking tomorrow off, and I welcome any suggestions, because I’m telling you, I haven’t done anything screwy! I haven’t! Except I’m resting, because the last time I got shin splints, I got a stress fracture, and boy howdy, if that wasn’t a bowl of cherries.

And I hate this, because I hate not be able to run and I hate that I’ve become one of Those People who hates not being to run. I’m not sure which is worse. Since one enables me to eat Turtle Chex Mix (salty AND sweet! Have you tried it?) while still losing weight, I’m opting for the former. I am That Person.

I am also That Person who tripped and fell into a fire ant mound last night while her dog ran circles around her in some sort of wild panic brought on by a skateboard, and if the fire ants weren’t enough — and dog owners will know what I mean here — her retractable leash wrapped around my bare be-skirted legs and sliced into my calves like a wire cheese slicer.

But back to the fire ants: oh my GAWD, y’all, I’ve been stung on a one-off basis before, but an entire mound is … well, it’s something hideous, is what it is, and my ankles look like the before photos of a ProActiv commercial, only this isn’t something Guthy-Renker can fix, no matter HOW pointy Katie Rodan’s chin is (seriously, can that thing cut meat, or what?) (Or am I the only one who is periodically transfixed by the informercials and Diddy’s appearance in them?)

And with that, it’s 9:45, which is inching dangerously close to past my bedtime, which is frightening on so many levels, not the least of which is that I’m totally getting up at 6 tomorrow, but since I’m not running, what the hell am I going to do with myself in the dark?

Also, special bonus question at the end!

Happy Tuesday!

***Peter Gabriel. Honestly, I’ve thought about this way too much, because I adore him in a slightly irrational manner, and today while driving to work, I was listening to Up and wondering really, what would I do if I ever ran into him? I considered this especially after reading about some celebrity encounters from Sundry’s commenters. My current celeb encounters are rather lame, and I’ve never met anyone who really made me swoon, nor could I think of anyone who WOULD make me swoon.

Except for Peter Gabriel. With him, I’m pretty sure the sad answer is that I would very likely fawn all over him and cry and become incoherent. No no, I would totally cry, because dude, I love him, and he’s a genius, and god, have you heard I Grieve? Here Comes the Flood? Family Snapshot? JESUS. And suddenly, all of those fainting Beatles fans made sense, because fainting is also a likely possibility. And there have been times that I’ve been frightened that something will happen to him before he puts out another album, and God, for there to be a definite end to his music would crush me.

That’s, um, rational. And right now, a team of Peter Gabriel’s protectors are drawing up the restraining order.

And so, I ask you, if you’ve made it this far, is there any celebrity you would faint/fawn over/otherwise humiliate and/or prostrate yourself in front of? Inquiring minds want to know.

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  • 1. Amie  |  August 20th, 2007 at 6:27 pm

    trent reznor of nine inch nails, totally

    he completes me

    however, Peter Gabriel would be most interesting over coffee

  • 2. Daily Tragedies  |  August 20th, 2007 at 6:40 pm

    Rest is good for shin splints. Sorry. I have wussy knees and a tendency toward plantar fasciitis and the best thing I’ve found is two Advil before I run. Every damn day. I’m going to give myself liver damage, but at least I don’t hurt (much) while running.

    FWIW, my (unmedicated) knees don’t hurt until about 45 min into my run so popping pills just before I head out = maximum pain relief, but you might want to take drugs earlier so they’ve kicked in by the time your start running.

  • 3. Angella  |  August 20th, 2007 at 7:33 pm

    Um. Matthew McConaughey. And? Colin Farrell. And? Jermaine from Flight of the Conchords.

  • 4. Mauigirl52  |  August 20th, 2007 at 8:12 pm

    I have plantar fasciitis from just walking around in flip flops all summer. Running was never even part of the picture. I feel your pain though – I miss walking!

    I don’t have a star I would swoon over, but if I could actually meet one in person I think I would choose Ray Davies of the Kinks. He’s a very cool person and really intelligent. I know I’m dating myself here.

  • 5. Artemisia  |  August 20th, 2007 at 8:23 pm

    John Corbett. Dear God.

    Oh, and before I forget – THANK YOU!! Your post mentioning the “Couch to 5K” program has been on my mind for weeks, and I finally just went for the first run of Week One. I think I might die, or maybe I am hoping I will, but thank you anyway! (And thanks to Swistle for her constant motivation, too!)

  • 6. Gentry  |  August 21st, 2007 at 1:47 am

    George Clooney would make me pee. Y’know, if he looked at me or talked to me.

    And I’m totally with Angela on Jemain from Flight of the Conchords. I love him so hard! But I think I could handle myself without incontinence around him. Just because he is also so dorky.

  • 7. erica  |  August 21st, 2007 at 3:48 am

    That Delilah song sucks a lot of ass in a lot of ways. The station is immediately changed when that friggin song comes on, but I always have to endure the first couple of seconds which is just painful.

    Fire ants. They were my welcome to Florida present when I was six. I stood proudly atop a mound thinking it was a little hill that I had conquered. I waved proudly to my mom before the bites started as she frantically ran over to scoop me up. Sadly she was too late. I should mention, however, that the fire ants were not as painful as the seat belt branding that I got the following week. I hopped in the back seat of our Pontiac Ventura and my buttcheek settled squarely on the metal buckle end of the lap belt. Within a few seconds I swear a heard a sizzle, and my ass was branded for weeks with the GM logo. Thank goodness for aloe is all I can say, in both situations.

    In other news, hope you got my v/ms?

  • 8. TwoBusy  |  August 21st, 2007 at 4:29 am

    Okay — thank you. I’ve been completely baffled by the whole Delilah thing, and I’m relieved to hear that I’m not alone in finding it obvious, dull, and more than a little annoying.

    That being said, good work on falling onto an angry pile of fire ants (at leat, I presume they were angry after you cannonballed them). You have a gift, you know.

  • 9. mollykath  |  August 21st, 2007 at 5:31 am

    I would lose the ability to speak in the presense of Robert Downey Jr.

    I have been totally dumbstruck by 2 celeb encouters – normally if I spot someone I just sort of do a double take and then text a friend to blab about whoever I saw, but the two people who made me totally giddy and stupid in person were Meryl Streep and George Clooney. I am getting a little dizzy just remembering.

  • 10. Christine  |  August 21st, 2007 at 5:39 am

    Sorry about the shin splints. We’ve been trying to get back into running, but lately have been inexplicably tired. Oh, and lazy.

    BUT goodness, I also dislike “Hey there Delilah.” Indeed, my boyfriend came home one day and was all, “we must download this song!” And he played it, and then said, “I like it even though it’s a bit girly.” At which point I called him a pussy. Feel free to tell A. that he has a fellow member of the pussy brotherhood of Delilah a thousand or so miles north. BLECH.

    I get excited about all celebs that I see in person. Not enough to run up and shake their hand, but excited. I think the most excited I got was when “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia” was shooting in our neighborhood and we spotted them on the way to the gym. Also a couple weeks ago GuinnessGirl and our S.O.s were in a restaurant and saw M. Night Shyamalan and his family leaving. His wife and girls are gorgeous.

  • 11. hello insomnia  |  August 21st, 2007 at 5:42 am

    Why is it that I know the lyrics to all the songs I hate? I can’t even block that stupid Delilah song out. WHY?

  • 12. ali  |  August 21st, 2007 at 6:27 am

    Sawyer from Lost.
    mmmmmm….Sawyer…

  • 13. Janssen  |  August 21st, 2007 at 6:55 am

    If I ever saw Ioan Gruffudd in person, I would totally lose my mind and act like a complete fool.

    I went to bed at 9:45 last night. Because I wanted to. And that makes me a little bit sad about what my life has become.

  • 14. lizgwiz  |  August 21st, 2007 at 8:02 am

    I’m pretty sure Jon Stewart would leave me speechless and/or hae me making a total fool of myself, what with the drool and all.

  • 15. Suebob  |  August 21st, 2007 at 8:28 am

    I would like to think I am a cool sophisticate who isn’t fazed by celebrity, but I have been overly flummoxed by almost every famous person I have met. I would have run away with Anthony Bourdain, had he asked me. Dave Barry made me so nervous, because I knew he had been a reporter forever and I was just a beginner. And Rosalynn Carter…well, she is surrounded by a golden aura.

    So I can’t predict whom I would melt into a puddle for, since it might be anyone. I KNOW I would lose it if I ever met Michael Jordan, though.

  • 16. Jennie  |  August 21st, 2007 at 8:39 am

    I have tried the Turtle Chex Mix and it’s delicious. I bought it for a road trip and it was finished by the first rest stop. (They now have a 100-calorie pack version which isn’t nearly as good…. I give the caramel pieces to my dog and I eat the chocolate ones because the caramel ones are kinda gross and I’ll give my dog beer but chocolate? Even I have limits.)

    Also, I like “Hey There Delilah” and I thought about lying and pretending that I don’t but I do! And when he says, “by the time that we get through the world will never, ever be the same” I melt a little. I do! I also own an Ashlee Simpson CD, so we should probably move on…

    So… celeb who would turn me into a drooling, shaking mess? Mil Ventimiglia (or Jess from Gilmore Girls). Oh and he’s in Fergie’s new video, too.

  • 17. karamarie  |  August 21st, 2007 at 8:51 am

    I started listening to Crooked Fingers at a crappy time in my life, and continued listening during many more shitty times, and had the sort of experience where a person’s music weaves in and out of your life until it seems as if it’s Such A Part of you, and has Helped You, etc, etc. I’m a dork, but you know what I mean.

    Anyway, I finally had the chance to see him perform at a tiny show in a bar, after spending years of feeling like I knew him and also GEEZ HE IS AMAZING I WILL DIE IF I EVER MEET HIM. There weren’t many people at the show, and the entire evening I had the chance to go have a lovely talk with him, but I felt so stupid and nervous and like nothing I could say to him would ever express my gratitude for his music. Or not make me sound like an idiotic stalker. So instead, being the sensible girl that I am, I had some rum and had a really good talk with his stand-in drummer. Finally, after the show, with the slurry bravery that comes from the Captain (also shoved by my friends) I went up to Eric Bachman and incoherently babbled something about how much he had helped me through dark times and this was so amazing and vigoriously shook his hand for waaaay too long. This was after sobbing during parts of ther performance because I felt so moved. Of course.

    Just another idiot. That’s what I am.

  • 18. TamiW  |  August 21st, 2007 at 9:19 am

    I’ve been very lucky to get to meet several celebrities; the entire cast of ER, the entire cast of Baywatch Hawaii, Tom Arnold, Corbin Bernson, Daisy Fuentes, the cast of Briscoe County Jr, the cast of Life Goes On…and I was fine and dandy. Maintained my dignity and was casually aloof even though inside my heart was doing flip flops and I couldn’t believe I was getting to meet these people. However….I have also gotten to meet Elton John, Steven Tyler & Joe Perry from Aerosmith and I was rendered mute. Those meeteing paled in comparrison to when I got to meet Jackson Browne. He is my favorite person in this world. This meeting was not pretty. When Jackson walked away from me I’m certain he must have though how nice it was that someone got me a day pass from the mental health facility I obviously lived in. I’ve been waiting patiently for my “do over” but is has yet to come.

  • 19. LauraH  |  August 21st, 2007 at 9:26 am

    What irritates me the most about the Delilah song is that, even though I cannot, cannot, CANNOT stand it, it gets stuck in my flaming head… and I find myself stupidly singing it all the time. Although my version is “Hey there Delilah, hmm hmm hm hm hm hm hmmhmm…” because I don’t know the words, because I don’t like it. It’s up there with singing the Wiggles’ “Fruit Salad, yummy yummy” which I also can’t stand, but know all the flipping words to because it is (shall I say) slightly over freaking played in this house. Who would I die/make an ass of myself over? Probably Johnny Depp. But I once went all school girl nutty over Howard Dean (see 2004 Dem Presidential candidates) so I imagine I would probably lose it over just about anyone.

  • 20. mar  |  August 21st, 2007 at 9:29 am

    strange. i too went to bed at 9.45 for no apparent reason, other than that i’d finished my chapter in ‘animal,vegetable,miracle’. and the food poisoning from friday that was still plaguing me.
    no face-to-face celeb encounters, unless you count directing parking for jay leno’s car and faith hill’s tour bus back when i was in hs.
    i’ve met some musicians in my day and some of them have become bigger as the years progressed (ari hest), but at the time they were just down-to-earth, regular people.

  • 21. jonniker  |  August 21st, 2007 at 9:39 am

    Janssen, I totally had to Google Ioan or Loan or whatever is name is, oh my God.

    And Karamarie, that’s how I feel about Peter Gabriel. Like he knows me. Like he’s STRUMMING MY PAIN WITH HIS FINGERS, I TELL YOU.

    I also failed to mention that I would probably kiss Jon Stewart, as would my husband, and would have to physically restrain myself from Milo Ventimiglia. Nice call there, Jennie. (And I have some dubious taste in music at times, so no judgment here. None. Unless you love and adore Conor Oberst, in which case, we’ll have to talk)

  • 22. Leah  |  August 21st, 2007 at 11:32 am

    Ewan MacGregor. I would dissolve into a fit of nervous giggles, just like I do when I see him on the teevee.

    (Karamarie: I’ve met Eric Bachmann at three of his shoes and man is he ever nice! I think he has a knack for dealing with us dorky fangirls.)

  • 23. Lori  |  August 21st, 2007 at 12:16 pm

    “Hey There, Delilah” – it touches that teenage girl in me that still wants some boy to sing something soppy and sentimental to me…

    Any celebrity would send me over the top, because I’m that way. Even normal, non-celebrity, (but really cute) guys can make me tongue-tied and nervous. I’m a dork all the way! LOL

  • 24. Style Bard  |  August 21st, 2007 at 12:22 pm

    The lyrics to Delilah and the frequency with which it is played (coupled, dear god, by the fact that it is my cousin’s ringtone and I want to smash it when people call) really annoy me. Freakin’ annoy me. Not deep people, not deep. However, I will happily leave this song on in my car because it’s sing-along-able and that? is all I ever want out of car music. I am a car singer. But I will say that I do like “Our friends would all make fun of us / and we’ll just laugh along because we know / That none of them have felt this way” because I actually think it rolls nicely, good cadence, it sticks out a little from the song and the very first time I heard it, that line stood out. Not for it’s depth, but it’s pleasing to the ear.

    I’ve never been a celebrity crush person. I don’t entirely ‘get’ it. There are definitely people I’d like to get coffee with though, I just cant imagine getting EEE! over them. I was very hyper when I got to have dinner with Anthony Rapp, though and I am positive I made an ass of myself somehow. I’d love to have a conversation with Dave Eggers. And many many other artists, though not so much celebrities.

    Fire ants (sorry, longest comment ever): no one I know in FL is scared of ants or has ant trauma stories but EVERYone up north is/does. I think we’re just born with anti-ant instincts down there. Or they bit us up as kids and we are hardened, I don’t know.

  • 25. jonniker  |  August 21st, 2007 at 12:27 pm

    Style Bard: I don’t have a crush on PG in the um… crushy sense, because he’s kind of dad-like to me. It’s that I LOVE what he’s done, and I think a lot of people are like that. It’s not celebrity worship, it’s more of “Oh my god, I adore and have so much respect for you and WHAT NOW OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU” Which is, strangely, different from having a crush because someone is a hot celebrity, I guess.

    Also, um, fire ants suck the big one, I tell you. I am attacked regularly. Regularly, I tell you!

  • 26. Swistle  |  August 21st, 2007 at 12:56 pm

    I liked Hey There Delilah until I read an interview with the real Delilah the song is based on, and some comments about her the singer made. She seems nice; the singer seems like an asshat. Now every time I hear the song, I think of what a jerk I thought he was.

    I would do Almost Anything for Tom DeLonge of Blink-182 and Angels & Airwaves. I saw the “All the Small Things” video on MTV, and about five minutes later (after I finished LICKING THE SCREEN) I was ordering the CD and also the videotape. But he’s in my Cheap Fling category. Ooh, I could also stand to spend a little time with Perry Cox (John C. McGinley) from Scrubs. He’s higher up the ladder intellectually, but I still want to spend time with his biceps too.

    Someone I respect so much I’d lose consciousness in her presence would be Judith Martin

  • 27. no name slob  |  August 21st, 2007 at 5:32 pm

    Morrissey. Morrissey, Morrissey, Morrissey.

    Please don’t judge me too harshly, but I want to meet him so badly that sometimes the desire becomes physically uncomfortable, even though meeting him would probably make me fall down dead. Yes, I’m insane. And yes, I’m probably too old for this kind of intense worshipfulness (31), but if anything it’s grown stronger over the last five years or so.

    And now that I’m living in Rome and he supposedly sometimes lives in Rome (when he’s not touring like a madman), I have given…oh, much too much thought into what I will do and say if I run into him. Sadly, for all that thought, I’m still not sure. I’ve had dreams about it and I’ve composed little speeches that I’ve then discarded because they’re too fawny / fake-sounding (even if they are honest) / obsessive-sounding / just plain dumb.

    The next-best thing would be to finally touch his hand at a gig. I’ve been in the first few row 3 times (Manchester, Rome, and Reno shows, whee!), and in Reno I was so so SO close. It was this tiny little venue with really low security and NO PIT OR BARRIERS between us and the stage, which is totally crazy at a Morrissey show. I really thought it would happen. Ah well.

    To repeat: I am insane. But I do it all for love.

  • 28. jonniker  |  August 21st, 2007 at 5:43 pm

    Oh dude. I could be reduced to shivering and sniveling around Morrissey. No doubt.

  • 29. Carolyn J.  |  August 21st, 2007 at 5:54 pm

    I’m with you on that Delilah song. It’s such a cliché.

  • 30. whoorl  |  August 21st, 2007 at 6:19 pm

    I don’t have any worthy advice regarding the shin splints, but I totally feel for you, as I have become one of Those People, and if I couldn’t run, well then I would be very sad. Very Sad.

    So, I’m just saying that I REALLY hope your shins get better! Maybe a couple days rest?

  • 31. Style Bard  |  August 21st, 2007 at 9:02 pm

    You know what’s worse than ants? Mosquitos. It’s the mosquitos that’ll eat you alive.

  • 32. Heather B.  |  August 22nd, 2007 at 3:57 am

    I’ve already embarrassed myself horribly over MC freaking Hammer. Since then, I tend to keep away from celebrities and thinking about my reactions, because my reaction tends to be running the hell away. Thus embarrassing.

  • 33. bellydancer  |  August 22nd, 2007 at 7:03 am

    I have had the lack of fortune to meet two celebrities: Granpaw and Minnie Pearl. Whoop. Got autographs, from them and also from the 20 other girls in my Brownie troop (it was the 70′s and we were indiscriminate about autographs), and over the course of a lifetime, lost them. I’ve met Adrienne Rich twice! Which is amazing, since at most book signings/readings, I hide behind my husband out of total shyness. So, I’ve LOOKED at several authors from under his armpit, including David Sedaris, without ever speaking (croaking) to them.

    I never write letters to celebrities, but I do consistently see each Heart concert that comes within a hundred miles and I’m up on the upcoming CD releases and all the rumours of books and the like. And I’m customizing two Pullip dolls to look like Ann and Nancy– so I guess they would be my swoonables. Really weird, I know.

    My husband has met Erika Badu and had the nonfortune (no tip) to deliver a Christmas tree to Don Henley. Whup.

  • 34. Jess  |  August 22nd, 2007 at 7:42 am

    That sucks about the shin splints! I have never had shin splints but I have heard that they are incredibly painful (even without stress fractures), so now I am both feeling very sorry for you and also simultaneously feeling very alarmed for myself. Aren’t I so sympathetic?

    I am for the most part not really interested in celebrities in terms of like actually meeting them or fawning over them or whatever, though I do read TMZ pretty much every day and love the gossip. But I have to say that I would definitely slip in a puddle of my own drool if I ever got to meet Alan Rickman.

  • 35. Laurel  |  August 22nd, 2007 at 8:52 am

    Mm-hmm, I feel your hatred for that song–because really, am I supposed to believe that you are dating someone named Delilah? Like the Love Songs lady? I have been in a long distance relationship, and if Rods ever sang a song like that to me I would probably laugh at him.

    But speaking of music that grates on your nerves…have you realized that MTV has basically gotten an official band? EVERY TIME I turn it on there’s this emo band chick with orange hair wailing about some hypocritical bullshit. I scream in pain every time I hear it. And sadly, I love The Hills and that trash so it’s unavoidable. GAH!

  • 36. Alyce  |  August 22nd, 2007 at 9:22 am

    Ditto the Advil on the shin splints. I once knew a runner who would crush aspirin into aloe gel and rub it on his shins – but it sounded too weird for me to try.

    Gabriel Byrne – I would not be able to speak. No way no how.

  • 37. metalia  |  August 22nd, 2007 at 9:44 pm

    Jose Reyes of the NY Mets, all the way. Also, I’m secretly crushing on Uncle Andy from Weeds. It is so very wrong.

    I also hate “Hey There, Delilah” so much, and J loves it. (What is up with our husbands? ) I saw the band singing it on My Super Sweet 16 the other night, and I wanted to throw something at the T.V.

    Not that I watch that show, or anything.

  • 38. Blythe  |  August 23rd, 2007 at 8:10 am

    I merely walked past David Duchovny in the street and couldn’t speak for about an hour.

    And it’s a good thing I am unlikely ever to run into Clive Owen or I might have a heart attack right there.

    Also, John Taylor from Duran Duran. (I KNOW.)

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