In 1997, when I woke up in the morning this was the first thing I would see: my beloved, awkward, Isaac “Ike” Hanson. He was not awkward to me then—no— he was a hunk that I wished to cuddle wit as he strummed an exclusive track off the Middle Of Nowhere album, I didn’t have nasty dreams back then, a cuddle with Ike would have alleviated all the pain and suffering from my dear emotional, teenage heart. “He’s he worst looking one!” My mother would scream. I hated her for being so judgmental and blind to the beauty of my precious Ike. She didn’t get it. I’m sorry he was no “conventional hunk” like Will Smith, Mom, but he was a hunk to me.
Sophomore year of high school arrived and I became much more fascinated with the angst tunes of Korn, leaving the love of my life and his family band in the deep abyss. But first loves die hard.
It’s been 17 years and I still remember your birthday.
Happy Birthday 34th birthday Clarke Isaac Hanson. Though you are married and the father of no less than 7 children, I will always hold an eternal flame for you.
Please enjoy this youtube video of my favorite Hanson song.
Ryan Reynolds is hosting Saturday Night Live later on tonight and I can’t wait to give them my viewership. Unlike last Saturday’s hopeless Megan Fox led episode this one will be funny. Doesn’t hurt that we get to stare at Ryan for an hour and a half. And then there’s this:
Lady Gaga, icon, chanteuse, and fashionable weirdo, is the musical guest and that translates to a very unboring episode of late night sketch comedy. How will she followup the VMA’s ? Singing “Paparazzi” from a vat of petroleum jelly while wearing red long johns with a missing ass perhaps? What will Samberg do? Possibilities are endless. Thanks Gaga.