So apparently Disney let Mitchel Musso make a video to his version of "Lean On Me". A video that features adorable puppies!

Mitchel's music video? Slightly more hardcore than Metrostation.*

In other news, Minutemen (the new DCOM) is thus far pretty much charming. I wish the girls in it were anything other than romantic interests, though, even if they are quite charming as they do it. Oh! And it has Zach from Sky High! And he's still really really incredibly tall!

ETA: Mitchel Musso? Also more hardcore than the Jonas Brothers. Black and white isn't actually artsy, kids. And your hair is stupid, and your song is bad. Or...your song is stupid and your hair is bad. Either way.

ETA2: And Raven has a new movie? With cameos by Lucas and Brenda?!! So! Excited!!

* Translation for those of you who aren't poisonivory: Mitchel's older brother is the lead singer of a terrrrrible band called Metrostation, who are currently opening for Cobra Starship. Thus we totally saw them last week. The Brothers Musso look exactly alike, oddly.

Arwin from the Suite Life is now shilling Advil! Dressed like a normal dude! And yet...still totally recognizable.

Okay, not nearly as amusing as when I realized Moseby is Hooch on Scrubs. Still, though.

(Incidentally, the guy who plays Johnson on the Raisin Bran, um, "Trying to Fire Johnson" campaign now does commercials for some phone company--the fave five one, maybe? And Bill from the WaMu commercials also does some kind of minivan commercials. And the kid from the fiber optics commercials also does some kid of baked good commercials.

As it turns out, I watch too much TV.)

ETA, speaking of Disney -- have any of you seen the video for the Dance Mix of Bet On It? It is the most INSANE AMAZING TERRIBLE HILARIOUS thing I've ever seen. I am not joking. Suddenly Troy has four arms! Shots of LA and traffic! FOUR TROYS DANCING IN UNISON!

Oh, also, a late ep of the Suite Life is on, and it has somehow gotten even more insane than it used to be. And Maddy is carrot orange. Oh, Tiz. I miss your nose, but man, no more tanner, okay? Please?

ALSO also, wemblee, Jump In is on tomorrow night! The insanely gay Corbin movie I was telling you about! You must watch!

Just be glad I'm not talking about how on Flight 29 Down, Corbin totally gives Jack's speech from the rally in Newsies. Like, for serious, "We're starting to fight each other! If we don't stick together, we...we're..." (Me: NOTHING! It's just what the bigshots want to see!) "..we're not going to make it!" (ME: Awww, darn it.)

Okay, now I'm actually done.

I lied. 'Nother ETA: ep of Hannah Montana (I'm a glutton for punishment)...why is Oliver hanging out with Rico? Why does Rico have Oliver's hair?

Okay, so I marathoned some of the Flight 29 Down episodes that have been taking over the TiFaux. The show is terrible; for serious, Corbin is one of its strongest actors. The characters are all terrible and I'm sad most of them didn't die in the crash. However, Mr. Bleu does keep up his awesome streak of being unable to pick out heterosexual roles, and is fairly hilarious.

#1: The episode where he gets stuck, uh, under the plane. It doesn't hurt or anything, but he can't move, he's trapped on the beach, and the tide is coming in. Oh, noes! So the only other guy around can't move the plane off him...so instead cuddles him. Like, arranges it so Corbin is lying in his lap. So they can hold each other. Oh, Corbin. That wasn't manly at all.

#2: Less manly! He wears his wet shorts for too long and gets a horribly painful groin rash. This leads to hijinks, of course, and ends with him wearing a skirt. I may be mixing up episodes, but there's a super-intense shot of him running they use on the promos/"be right back" pre-commercial material. Where you only see him from torso up. Because yeah, I'm pretty sure that's where he's wearing a skirt. Still not manly!

This show is so bad, y'all.

"It's not that I find him hot as a duck, it's that I think that if I were a duck, I'd totally hit that!"

-poisonivory on Scrooge McDuck

I just stopped at Rite Aid to buy a Coke, and you all should be seriously proud of me, because I did not also pick up the special "Zanessa + Their Famous Friends!" edition of Popstar I found. I did, however, flip through it. Obviously.

Surprisingly, some of the shots have actually been taken since the HSM2 premier, because there was that horrible thing on Corbin's face (bleh). But there were also a few pages of Lucas adorableness; several dorkycute pictures (and one incredibly adorable one of him and Tiz that's probably been in many other places, because it was clearly part of a larger cast shoot, but I hadn't seen it before).

Oh, and it referred to I Don't Dance as the movie's "dramatic highlight". I guess by "dramatic" they mean "homoerotic".

In utterly unrelated news, the first paycheck from my new job finally came through. I can't even tell you how much of a relief it is. I transferred a third of it to savings (and thank god I'd started that savings account a few months before I lost my job--I would have been pretty screwed without it) and will now be able to pay the bills that I've been staring at for two weeks. And my rent. And pay down my trusty credit card, which has helped me buy groceries for the last two months.

My toilet is broken. Unlike the Great Flood, there was no water leaked or anything. This time, it's the chain in the tank, which (at least, usually) connects the handle to the rubber valve that lets the water from the tank into the bowl when you flush. It no longer does that. It's no longer connected to the handle at all; the chain snapped. So technically my toilet works, but in order to flush it, you need to take the top off the tank, reach in and pull the chain manually.

No, that's not annoying AT ALL. (Of course the super will come tomorrow when Rachel and I are both at work.)

In unrelated news, I bought a book on Flash, as my job has asked me to learn it. Which I'm happy to (being paid to acquire new skills = yay!). The book comes with a Flash trial CD. I checked; it's supposed to work on a Mac and all. But when I went to install it? Pshaw. Nothing. Thus I have to download it from adobe.com, which went REALLY SLOWLY, as the install is now. I'm highly irritated.

Speaking of the job, there seems to be fairly little editorial responsibility to it, though some may be added later, as they don't quite have my actual duties nailed down. Last week was actually pretty sparse; I fiddled with some flash stuff, but nothing complicated. I updated a bunch of graphics advertising their conference coverage. I put together a few slides. I typed up some podcast transcripts. I did the HTML for both of their regular newsletters.

Everyone has been nice, and I think once things settle down they'll be able to actually fit me in to the general workflow. Right now, it's crazy; the people in charge spent all last week gearing up for a conference and will be gone this coming week, but at least I will be kept busy by everyone else.

Regardless, I've begun having anxiety dreams about losing my teeth again. And three different dreams involving, in some way, High School Musical. I've had to ban myself from listening to the soundtrack for the last few days, though that hasn't helped. (Let's see, there was one where "The Music In Me" saved the world by bringing music to the people--seriously--and one where Kenny was a woman, kind of (don't. ask.), and one where I was at work and worried about creating a Flash presentation about Chad/Ryan. (What? How does your brain interpret anxiety?) But I finished posting the fic! And...may have written 12 pages smut. That I don't know if I can bring myself to post. Um. Cough.

Okay. Finishing this installation, and then bedtime.

Best. Quiz. Ever.

(Yeah, the fic over at temira is almost complete.)

Oh, the new job is fine, by the way. Strange, but fine. Details sometime when I'm not exhausted.

Um, so, yeah. After rewatching HSM2 today, I finally got around to finishing a fic. I'm afraid of the HSM section of FFnet, so at least for now, I'm just posting it at temira (direct link to fic: here). It'll be five parts long (all written!) and is, of course, Chad/Ryan.

Umm...bedtime.

So I got all my information from Albany today. I do indeed qualify for unemployment! Um. I qualify for $100 weekly. But hey, I'll take it; it'll just about cover my student loans, phone bill, and maybe groceries for the month. With that coming in I probably have enough in my bank account to stretch for another month or two if I have to. (Obviously I'd rather not, but hey.)

I had an interview today that I thought had gone pretty well, but may have turned out even better than suspected--she just called me to say there's a second position they have opening up that I might be qualified for (basically web production stuff), and would I like to be considered for that, too? (Um, duh. Yes plz.)

So there's that.

Meanwhile, I've been channeling all of my anxiety and nerves into writing...um...a HSM fic. Which may or may not be 30 pages long. And may or may not be about Chad and Ryan, post-movie. And, um. I need help.

Speaking of HSM, there is excellent snark by poisonivory here and here (and a Ryan/Chad ficlet here), and harriet_vane takes on the soundtrack over here.

Okay. That's all.

Okay, sleeping now (I absolutely haven't been up with poisonivory planning Epic Gay Love Stories from HSM2...), but huh.

Would the Ryan/Chad pairing name smoosh be "Rad"?

:D

ZOMG KENNY ANOTHER ACCIDENTAL GAY LOVE STORY RYAN/CHAD 4EVAH!!!!!

That is all.

AUGH, I was wondering who the hell the random extra on this episode of Scrubs was, and then realized it's MOSBY from the Suite Life and AUUUUGH.

ETA: And what's more brilliant than an episode that points out that the show's reality is completely crazy by using Earth logic against it? I love that gag!

Ashley Tisdale:

1) The Suite Life of Zach and Cody - she's one of the worse actors in it, and vastly inferior to her lesbian lover Brenda Song. Ah, well.

2) High School Musical. Nothing about that movie is good in any way. Including Ashley Tisdale. But she seems to have gotten top billing due to her presence on the Suite Life. I assume.

3) She now has a video on the Disney Channel, a cover of Kiss the Girl. It's terrible.

So is she being primed to take over for Hilary Duff or something? She seems a bit too old, not as talented, and (as shallow as it is) not nearly as pretty. So why her? Right place, right time? Someone's cousin? What gives?

Anyhoo. Ten minutes until Studio 60. Yay!

I really need a Suite Life icon. "Sister, Maddie is jealous because I'm a best selling author on top of being rich and beautiful!" Also, I don't approve of the new credits. And when did Bob become a recurring character? And why the anti-intellectual bias of the show, Disney Channel? And why do I know so much about this show?

Crack, I tell you, crack!

Anyway. I have gotten nothing accomplished on my weekend. Except watching all of Scrubs Season Two, which is brilliant. Oh, and I ran laundry. Otherwise, though, yeah. Did nothing. It's awwwwwwesome.

Wow, Maddy and London (Suite Life) are really, really femslashy. Especially in the episode where London loses all of her money and has to stay in Maddy's room and they have a slumber party. Seriously. :

Maddy: Let's strip the bed.
London: Okay... If that's what poor people do... [begins to strip]
Maddy: Whoa, there, big girl!

And I love how unapologetically horrible London is:

Maddy: What did your family do for dinner?
London: They went out. I had dinner with whatever nanny my mother hired that week.
Maddy: That's kind of sad.
London: Yeah... But I learned how to say "Let me stay up late or I'm calling immigration!" in eighteen different languages.

And the best of both:

London: Maddy, you took me in when no one else would. You like me for who I am. For richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, in sickness and in--
Maddy: London, we're not married.
London: But we are friends, right?
Maddy: Yes.
London: Good. Then as a friend, can I tell you something?
Maddy: Sure!
London: That sweater looks like a moldy lemon.

What? I'm fine.

Also, I really, really hate the State Farm commercial where the little girls are giggling about the car accident. "Mommy broke the car and we were hanging upside down!" Because, yeah. I was in a bad car crash when I was not too much older than that, and 14 years later, still can't giggle about it. I don't care how good your insurance is; nearly killing your children/nearly dying isn't a heartwarming tale.

A general question: why can Max instantly tell the twins apart, when their mother can't? It seems odd.

Actually, it seems odd that anyone can't tell them apart, because despite their not-very-convincing acting, they aren't actually identical twins.