I am an obsessed fan. Or so my husband and most of my friends (if they knew) think. But the truth is, I'm really not obsessed with Jason Castro. I'm obsessed with a group of fans I found while discovering Jason Castro.
You see there's this kid who was on American Idol last year. Though he had so much more talent than the show ever gave him credit for he also had a quality about him that was so endearing, that the night he was eliminated, I started scouring the interwebs for news and more information about him. In doing so, I came across a blog called Castrocopia, written and monitored by two (presumably) women named McLovin and Liz Lemon. These gals were not only bringing me everything I ever wanted to know about Jason Castro, they presented it with such wit and charm. I checked the blog every day.
It wasn't until McLovin's birthday celebration at the blog did I decide to jump into the forum. And boy-oh-boy, what a treasure trove I found there. This was not just two women writing here, it was a community of women. And they weren't just understanding my need to know more about Jason, they were writing and interacting and laughing!! It was a community of friends over coffee, or more accurately, beer and fruit snax. I jumped in with both feet, totally clumsy and crashing the party.
And now I'm hooked. I spend way too many hours socializing with these people. But I love each one of them truly as much as any friend I've ever had.
I wrote this poem for them in the threads one day.
An idealized life
Was mine, you see
Good friends, great family
And laughter times three
Then a boy
Crept, into my heart
With his authentic
Musical start
I noticed first
Dreaded locks, wild
His sound so cool
And his laid back style
And that voice
So pure, that smile
Weakened my knees
Just a child!
Must have more
To the Internet I go
YouTube, JC-online,
DDB, No!
Ah Castrocopia, Music
First, then Pantz
After lurking for a month
I decided to dance
It was all Jason at first
But my attention here, shifted
By such brilliance.
…. Truly gifted!
And a fixture I am
I’d have to say…”stuck”
I have found a home
With girls that say FUCK
You see there's this kid who was on American Idol last year. Though he had so much more talent than the show ever gave him credit for he also had a quality about him that was so endearing, that the night he was eliminated, I started scouring the interwebs for news and more information about him. In doing so, I came across a blog called Castrocopia, written and monitored by two (presumably) women named McLovin and Liz Lemon. These gals were not only bringing me everything I ever wanted to know about Jason Castro, they presented it with such wit and charm. I checked the blog every day.
It wasn't until McLovin's birthday celebration at the blog did I decide to jump into the forum. And boy-oh-boy, what a treasure trove I found there. This was not just two women writing here, it was a community of women. And they weren't just understanding my need to know more about Jason, they were writing and interacting and laughing!! It was a community of friends over coffee, or more accurately, beer and fruit snax. I jumped in with both feet, totally clumsy and crashing the party.
And now I'm hooked. I spend way too many hours socializing with these people. But I love each one of them truly as much as any friend I've ever had.
I wrote this poem for them in the threads one day.
An idealized life
Was mine, you see
Good friends, great family
And laughter times three
Then a boy
Crept, into my heart
With his authentic
Musical start
I noticed first
Dreaded locks, wild
His sound so cool
And his laid back style
And that voice
So pure, that smile
Weakened my knees
Just a child!
Must have more
To the Internet I go
YouTube, JC-online,
DDB, No!
Ah Castrocopia, Music
First, then Pantz
After lurking for a month
I decided to dance
It was all Jason at first
But my attention here, shifted
By such brilliance.
…. Truly gifted!
And a fixture I am
I’d have to say…”stuck”
I have found a home
With girls that say FUCK
7 comments:
Bwahahahahaha! Perfect!
(Oh, and ...........FUCK!) Or, if I'm being REALLY bad - PANCAKES!
One word, Cinna.
Squee.
Oh shit, two words, Cinna, two words.
Squee and fuck.
Jublefarkus!
(That felt good.)
Fuck yeah, baby!!
Simply Brill, of course!
<3
Castrocopia - where lifelong friends are made and everyone Fucks for Garland.
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