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Terry Jones has openly admitted that he has never actually read the Quran, and what he learned about Islam, he gathered from YouTube. While he certainly is within his right to harbor such strong feelings against Islam, when other people’s lives could be at stake, he has to think about the ramifications of his actions. He has written an entire book entitled “Islam is of the Devil”, but has only minimal experience with the religion. I believe that Jones and his tiny church of about 50 members are out for attention, and using the storm surrounding their incendiary plans to get funding, and disappear again once they’ve gotten enough. Perhaps Jones is flip-flopping because he realized the intensity of the mess he caused, and that he and many others could be seriously harmed as a result.

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I’m all for freedom of expression but the act of burning any holy book from any religion will only cause tempers to flare and extremists to retaliate. Rather than spending time reflecting on the lives lost in the September 11th attacks, the days leading up to the 9th anniversary of the event has been spent steeped in political controversy. Instead of feeding into the incendiary remarks of those who started this storm, 9/11 would be better used memorializing the lives lost on that fateful day, as well as the men and women that went above and beyond their call of duty in the weeks, months, and years following.

Terry Jones, as well as the congregation of Westboro Baptist Church, (well known for its participation in similarly controversial incidents), and Bob Old, a Tennessean Baptist minister, all have the right to burn whatever they want on Sept. 11. However, this will undoubtedly cause turmoil for all involved, for people here, and especially for the Americans overseas on Muslim soil. Hopefully they realize this and observe September 11th in a way that won’t cause even more lives to be lost over religious extremism.

It was recently announced that $50 million will be allocated to building new on-campus housing facilities that will add 750 new beds to UCF’s current approximate 6,550, according to the Orlando Sentinel. Preference would be given to incoming freshmen, with hopes that they can enjoy campus activities while simultaneously furthering their Knightly education. The goal of the new housing project would be to house 80% of the incoming freshmen. Also scheduled for construction are two new Greek houses on the north end of campus. 670 beds would be added to Academic Village, and 80 beds would be divided between the planned two new houses on Greek Row.

Now that UCF is in the top three schools in the country in student population, accommodating a portion of the students at the main campus is a good step. With more students living on campus, the traffic surrounding the university would decrease, and less people who wanted to live on campus would be turned away due to space constraints. This venture will no doubt bring more job opportunities to Central Florida, and to students as well, who will be employed as Resident Assistants, area coordinators and in other housing-related activities.

Hopefully UCF’s next major construction project involves several new parking garages to make room for the extra cars that the freshmen (and everyone else, for that matter) will bring in.

Though I am in no way a fan of the series, I still chose to watch it. “Why would you subject yourself to such torture, Gabrielle?” you may ask. And honestly, I have no idea. I would compare my choice to seeing a horrible car accident on I-4: you know it’s horrible, but you’re passing by so you might as well look.

Another argument you may choose to follow is “Where is your world-renowned bestseller, Gabrielle?” While I may have no book deal, that does not mean I can’t criticize it, just like you don’t have to be a world class chef to criticize food, and you don’t have to own a car to think one is ugly. With that said, let’s continue into this review.

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In spite of my hatred for the series, I went into the theater with an open mind, willfully forgetting the over 600 pages of fluff and enthralling acts of mediocrity punctuated by insipid whining and brooding the movie was based on. Visually, this movie was far better than its two predecessors, which made it only slightly less painful to endure. The weak plot line remained obscure and stupid, and like the movies before it, and came too little, too late. The stiff acting from the last two movies reared its ugly head, with the main leads continuing to stare doe-eyed and awkwardly at each other. Some characters are pretty much assassinated in this installment, and others finally get a back story.

The basic plot of the movie is actually pretty simple: Edward proposes to Bella, but she is torn between her sparkly, abusive Edward, or not-sparkly, crazy Jacob. There’s that love triangle going on there as the main plot, and underneath, there’s the subplot of Victoria, the ginger vampire from the first book, returning to try and kill Bella for being the cause of her mate’s death. She makes a bunch of new vampires to fight them, they lose, the Volturi step in and do nothing (again), the war is over, Bella accepts the marriage proposal and no one learns anything or grows as a character, or does anything interesting, at all.

High Points

Even in something as horrid as Twilight, the high points, though rare, are there (in very limited supply). I especially enjoyed the back story of Rosalie and Jasper, and I think it was pretty well done, all things considered. However, there is something seriously wrong when the past lives of the accessory characters are more interesting than the current lives of the main characters.

With regards to CGI, Eclipse far outranks its predecessors. Maybe the directors could afford better effects this time around because they didn’t have to pay for wardrobe for the entire Quileute tribe. Again, the sparkling thing the vampires in this series do, improved from last time, but just seemed to remind me of glitter acne. Some bits of CGI seemed choppy or cartoony but overall, it was pretty solid. Actor wise, I liked everybody except the main cast (more on them later), and especially enjoyed was Charlie, Bella’s father, who actually acts like an awkward dad should. Burke is a great actor, but sadly, not enough to balance out the suck of the people with the most screen time.

Low Points

Kristen Stewart as Bella Swan has all the personality of a deflated blow up doll and delivers her lines ineptly and devoid of any emotion or conviction. She stares blankly at everything and only provides minimal action. Like I said before, she has one facial expression, and it serves for every single feeling she can muster. Is she happy? Angry? Distraught? The world may never know.

Robert Pattinson reprised his role as the moody, abusive Edward Cullen, and since the first movie, his accent has improved. Also like the first movies, he looks like he’s had a run of food poisoning and may need to run to the bathroom with explosive diarrhea at any given moment. Taylor Lautner as Jacob is pretty much the only one of the main three that looks like he isn’t in pain, despite the character assassination he undergoes (from caring best friend in New Moon to forcing himself on a taken woman. Ugh.) He had a handful of witty lines which I suppose served to appease the Team Jacob fans (“I’m hotter than you”…really.)

Like always, my biggest beef with this whole thing is the messages it presents. Twilight taught us that you can fall in love so true at the drop of a hat because one person is hot and the other smells good. New Moon taught us that we must all be in a relationship to be whole, and to try and kill ourselves otherwise. Eclipse further cements the fact the author is not only crazy, but really has clueless concerning the content of her books.

In Eclipse, we see Edward rip out the engine to Bella’s truck to keep her away from her best friend, Jacob. I don’t know if I’m the only one who thinks this is a thinly veiled, romanticized case of abuse, but it is. If my significant other was to break into my house to watch me in my sleep without me knowing (as in Twilight), threaten suicide if I was to leave him (New Moon) and destroy my car to prevent me from seeing my friend, I would beat him over the head with whatever blunt object was in reach and get out, fast. But that’s just me. This appeals to people, so maybe I’m the one missing something.

In Eclipse we also learn about imprinting, the process whereby male werewolves find true love or some nonsense, and this shows Meyer is either completely insane, or unbelievably misogynistic. Imprinting is basically a male werewolf falling in love with a female without her even knowing. Once the male werewolf imprints, he’s dedicated for life. If I understand this correctly, that means any person who imprints on a female toddler will, in one single lifetime, be their brother, their best friend, and their lover. All three, maybe even at the same time. It’s conveniently left out that Quil, one of the wolves from the tribe, and I think is 15 or 16 at the time, recently imprinted on a girl named Claire, who, at the time, is two years old.

TWO. Two! What?!

It’s revolting in every sense of the word and should have never left Stephenie Meyer’s crazy brain. Upon the mentioning of this concept, and bringing it to film, I was really hoping Chris Hansen (from To Catch a Predator) or at least, Pedobear, would make an appearance. Sadly, neither did, and I continued to be horrified at the whole thing anyway.

Bias aside, Eclipse was far better than Twilight, and miles ahead of New Moon. I’d give it a three out of ten overall. All that said, I absolutely cannot wait for both installments of Breaking Dawn, and how dreadful that’ll be.

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Before the show started fans were serenaded by classic oldies sounds of The Beatles, which prompted many a sing-along the classic tunes. Then the real fun began when Martin took the stage and began the show.

He opened with UCF related jokes, and commented on important things to a Knight, like Lazy Moon and Smoothie King—he went on to say that he’d open a Smoothie Duke right across the street from Smoothie King, and what he sacrificed in power, he’d make up for smoothie deliciousness.

His performance was laced with witty one liners (Wind chimes are also earthquake chimes, or stranger on the porch chimes, and how he’d like to fill a piñata with actual animal guts). The audience was then treated to the segment of the show where Martin uses his Large Pad to tell jokes. The Pad features numerous drawings, charts and graphs all excellently put together to execute a great joke. He showed us the prototype for an in-flight baby silencer, a device that simultaneously keeps screaming children on planes quiet while channeling the noise to their own ears. We also learn of the different types of signs: the lazy signs that say exactly what they mean (Stop, Exit), and the signs that are a little more ambiguous, like the Wet Floor sign, featuring a guy with no eyes or feet, mid-fall. Also provided was a bar graph of equal distributions graphing prayer and things that pray (people and mantises). Another page of his Pad showed only three words, “Of Order Out”, and was an Out of Order sign that was, well, out of order. One of the last sketches on his Large Pad part of the performance showed how Rubik’s cubes and drag queens were equal: both very colorful, but he doesn’t want to do them.

Following the Large Pad portion, the audience was treated to Martin’s musical-comedic stylings, where he jazzily spoke about topics that ranged from cargo pants (which are effective if you have thigh size cargo to tote around) to the common mantra “You don’t know what you got ‘til it’s gone”—except for STDs, all while rocking out on the piano.

Another portion of the show was dedicated to songs about random things like what he’d rather do than wait in line at a night club (give a piggy back ride to an actual pig, lick a payphone, watch VH-1), how to end an awkward silence (silencio!, shhh, and random other comically profound noises) and the “Will You Marry Me?” song, which features bizarrely creative ways to propose (such as breaking your lady’s finger, and have the orthopedist put the ring on with the cast).

Demetri’s style of jokes isn’t always instantly funny, sometimes you have to think about the humor before the laughs come, and last night he stayed true to his method. Martin handled the occasional heckler with style, incorporating them into a rapidly thought of joke without coming off as mean or annoyed.

He closed with requests of his classic material from previous shows, likely well known to fans who have seen him perform before. Some of these included his Batteries skit, the oranges versus carrots naming dilemma, the vitamins, the art of the filler phrase “sort of”, glitter in crafts, the relationship between being ticklish and certain gastrointestinal distress.

Whether you were a diehard fan or went on a whim, judging by the cheers and uproarious laughter, a grand time was had by all in attendance. If you want to see more of Martin, you can become a fan on Facebook, and catch him Thursday nights on Comedy Central on his show “Important Things with Demetri Martin.”

The 5K Race and Family Fun Run will be held at Memory Mall this Saturday, March 27, and all proceeds will go to prosthetic body parts for Faith, namely a pair of ears and a hand. Nasal reconstruction will also be financed by this bold endeavor. A surgeon from California has agreed to do the attachment procedures free of charge provided that all parts are paid for. The grand total for all the parts is $3000, and this event is one of many that hopes to finance the cost.

The race has been a highly anticipated event on the spring 2010 calendar for PPMS and is expected to have a considerable turnout. The top three prizes for men include 2 Disney tickets, 2 Wet & Wild tickets and a $25 gift card for Brio, and the top three prizes for women include an Amici spa package valued at $215, 2 Sea World tickets and another $25 gift card for Brio. A raffle will be held at the event as well, with prizes of gift cards to Sweet! Cupcakes, Toojay’s and numerous others.

If you plan on participating, there are two options. The 5K race will begin and end at Memory Mall, and registration costs $20.00. A route of the race is on the website, linked below. Following the 5K will be the Family Fun Run, a one mile run/walk event. The cost for the Fun Run is $15. Registration begins at 7am on the day of the race, this Saturday, and the actual race begins an hour later. All participants will receive a t-shirt and the rewarding feeling from knowing that they are contributing to a great cause. People who cannot attend the race are encouraged to donate on the PPMS website, located at http://ppmedsociety.org/raceregistration.html.

If you are a pre-health student (such as pre-med, pre-pharmacy, etc.) then PPMS is a great way to get information on your respective field. Numerous events like volunteering and fundraisers such as the 5K are held throughout the year, and the group also provides a large group of knowledgeable contacts and multiple informative resources. PPMS’s website is at http://ppmedsociety.org/, and you can find more information about the race at http://ppmedsociety.org/race.html.

While many people knew that the option of Daddy Dearest Michael Jordan coming in to settle the whole fiasco could possibly come into play, I don’t think many of us expected it to happen. Even though UCF had sought a replacement for Adidas starting last December, I thought the next step would involve something drastic like players having to supply their own gear. I know I didn’t think Nike would come to the rescue, whatever the circumstance. After all, what makes one person so mighty that they can completely change a sponsorship that was in place long before they even enrolled?

What happens when the five year contract is up, and dear old Jordan has graduated or transferred from UCF? More than likely the lucrative free advertisement that the son of the creator of their own Air Jordan brand brings will shrivel and die once he’s no longer a Knight. How will Nike react to losing that? Well, my guess is that we’d be dropped, and Nike would continue with the other (markedly better) Florida universities (UF, FSU, and UM), leaving UCF to get a new deal or grovel at the feet of a brand we were perfectly fine with before.

Now, while style-wise, I must say that Nike is easily a better choice over Adidas, however little that matters, and that new uniforms and equipment for Fall 2010 will be nice to see. But in all fairness, this only shows the power one celebrity (however famous) has over a whole university sports program, all because his offspring threw a fit.

Like I said in October, Jordan Junior could have used the Adidas opportunity to his benefit, and be a team player and show that he could adapt in spite of a personally unfavorable situation. He could make his own image, step out his father’s size 13 shadow. But since fame and fortune seems to overrule, one person’s request has spurned a school-wide fashion change that could turn sour at any moment. There’s no “I” in team, but there’s a “me” in team, and now we know that Marcus Jordan and company prefers that “me” over everybody else.

I’m sure players far better than Jordan have made their mark in UCF history, and they did so in the gear that was provided. Now we know that someone, somewhere, worked some magic with Nike, and we’ll be donning the famous checkmark come August. I’m not saying that no good could come of this, but I’m absolutely positive that none of this would have even crossed anyone’s mind had Jordan not enrolled. All UCF has to do now is get another child of a famous walking advertisement to enroll here, and get them to request yet another brand. Will UCF bend to their will too?

What do you think about this situation? Comment below and let KnightNews.com know.

From the trailer, it’s good to know what to expect from the summer release: the same stiff acting, sappy and ineptly delivered lines, awkward cinematography and the lingering desire to punch the leads in their faces. One would think that since all the leads have since stretched their acting wings (taking a break from dooming themselves to a career of typecasting), they would, you know, make it more believable, or as believable as a world with sparkling vampires with no fangs would be.

It would seem that the first trailer of this movie did come at a most opportune of times, merely a week and a half before the release of the New Moon DVD, and soon before the release of a Twilight graphic novel (am I the only manga fan annoyed by a Twilight graphic novel?). All of this does seem to be a bit rushed though: while I do agree with the bundled releases, I think it’s all too close to the summer premiere. Maybe they’re as eager to get this whole thing over with as I am. The only foreseeable difference with this movie is that it was shot in IMAX 3D, which means we get to see Edward turn into a warped disco ball a bit better this time around.

For those of you who have been fortunate enough not to have read the books, here’s a brief summary. Bella Swan, the whiny, weak willed “protagonist” from the first two movies, realizes that she is incapable of making up her own mind, and leads on “werewolf” Jacob Black even though she is already attached at the hip to her glampire boyfriend, Edward Sparklepants, who, for some reason, proposes to her. The rest of the plot shows up drunk and incoherent to this party, and includes a group of bad guy vampires (Victoria and her minions) who want Bella dead, just like in the last two books. There’s a fourth book, so you can safely assume they fail at killing her. Sorry to get your hopes up.

It won’t be long before we see a trail of Facebook status updates proclaiming how excited she is for the upcoming release, with countdowns and pictures with their faces badly photoshopped in place of Kristen Stewart’s, and undoubtedly, Team Edward or Team Jacob splayed haphazardly on everything from posters to shirts. Hot Topic’s already limited merchandise will swell to ridiculous proportions, focusing solely on all things Twilight, just to accommodate and add to the hype.

And while I am certainly no fan of this (horrible) book series, I must admit, I am fairly excited for the last installment, Breaking Dawn, not only because it means that the death of the Twilight fad will soon follow, but because I just want to see how certain scenes (I can’t elaborate said scenes too much without giving the little plot the book has away) are played out. Until then though, Eclipse is the new movie of the moment, and, much like New Moon, I’m curious to see how they adapt 600 plus pages of overused adjectives and general fluff to film.

Part three of four comes out this June. Until then, the general populace will be subjected to continued exposure to the disease—uh, I mean, the Twilight “phenomenon”.

Akio Toyoda, the owner of Toyota, has faced heavy criticism for his slow response and general inaction. Perhaps if he had taken hold of his errant car company sooner, then this whole thing would only be a matter of the cars he governs, rather than an attack on his person. In any case, better late than never and hopefully he doesn’t screw things up while he (or his representative) pleads their case in front of Congress this week. The faster this problem is resolved is the faster that Toyota can regain the trust wavering fans of the company.

But something strikes me as a bit unfair. Comparatively, someone dies from SUV rollovers exponentially more often than a Toyota speeds out of control, yet one gets significantly more media coverage than the other. Very rarely do you see a Toyota stopped on the side of the road for something other than a flat tire. Up until now, Toyota has maintained a spotless reputation and yet they get continuous blasting for their first error in seven decades. How come this hullabaloo is such a huge deal, when recalls bigger than this have happened before? General Motors has a long history of recalls, starting in 1971 when they pulled almost 7 million cars for engine problems, returning in 1981 with recalls of almost 6 million cars, and 8 million more from 1998 to last year, according to Reuters. That’s far more than Toyota’s affected cars, with repeat offenses at least once a decade. Obviously there’s a severe bias here, how come GM doesn’t get the vicious lambasting Toyota does?

The fact that there are still so many Toyotas on the road from the mid to late 1980s is a strong testament to the reliability of the brand. Not many Fords or Kias or pretty much any other brand can say that about their cars. Though no word has been mentioned on any recalls for Lexus or Scion, it won’t be long before we find out if Toyota’s negative attention affects the company’s hotter, younger sister or redheaded stepchild.

I suffer from intense brand loyalty. Growing up, I was driven around in a Toyota, and now I have my own. I know every make and model, too much of Toyota’s history, and I plan on naming my next cat Venza after Toyota’s most recent car. Perhaps it’s a bit of bias when I say I believe Toyota’s acceleration issues have been greatly overstated by the media, but that doesn’t mean the problem doesn’t exist. Since we all know about it by now, Toyota owners can let common sense prevail and check the gas pedals and the floor mats. If you can’t tell if something is amiss with your gas pedal, then maybe you shouldn’t be driving in the first place. The moment I heard about the problem I went and checked my carpet and tested everything out. In any case, for the gas pedal to get caught on the carpeting means that your foot is probably slammed way down on the pedal, which likely means extreme speeding, which in turn just worsens what could be an already potentially fatal situation. Toyota owners have possession of their cars, not Akio Toyoda or his cohorts or anybody else, and we can either check our cars or switch to some other brand. Since Toyota has not yet let me down personally, I will continue to drive my own until it sputters and leaves me hanging on SR 417. Depending on how this all turns out, I may switch brands. The Porsche Panamera or Maserati Quattroporte seem like a suitable substitute if the need arises.

I was hoping to have this whole thing blow over in due time and get back to real news stories (thanks a lot for getting caught in a slow news cycle, Tiger) and when it seemed like we had all but forgotten about this travesty, he pokes his head out of the woods and makes a multi-network television apology.

I see why it’s such a big deal, but Tiger’s actions come as no surprise. And when a person has gotten as much money as he’s made, it gives the illusion of immortality. Men cheat. Women cheat. Athletes and senators and everybody in between cheat. It is an unfortunate part of life. It’s nothing new to see people in the public eye be unfaithful, but then again, the media frenzy that follows also comes as no surprise.

Admittedly, Orlando seems to attract the more fantastic of these crazy love stories, like astronaut Lisa Nowak back in 2007 who allegedly donned a pack of diapers to skip bathroom stops and drove some 900 miles from Texas to Florida to kidnap the girlfriend of her love interest…(out of this world, right?). Maybe we are so bombarded by this because it’s so close to home, but even then, it’s time to give it up.

I didn’t watch the apology. From what I imagine, it would be scripted and schmaltzy and didn’t have an ounce of truth. Cheetah—I mean, Tiger—isn’t sorry, he’s just sorry he couldn’t keep his multiple partners paid off and hidden in the corner for too long.

Honestly, we’ve seen enough. It’s between him and his wife and no one else. The faster he makes a decision whether he gets back into golfing or not is the faster we can collectively move on and bury the whole thing. He’s apologized, now he should salvage what little good image he has left and move on from there. If I was in his shoes, I’d shut up about it, learn my lesson, and continue golfing better than ever in an effort to regain lost sponsorships.

On the other hand, Tiger deserves an apology too. Those disgusting women of his should at the very least express regret at their actions of courting a married man, and for using him for their own personal gain. Perhaps if they were to look for single men, then they’d find a guy who wanted them for something other than being easy.

And what of Elin? Personally, I think she should divorce him and move on. However, she may just keep the cheater just because it would be hard to part with all his golf-gotten-gains. Either way, she got the raw end of the deal and has the equally attractive choices of a sharp rock and a jagged hard place.

Whether he was sincerely apologetic or not, his apology does not reduce his responsibility to his family and friends. Hopefully the stint in the sex clinic helped his proclivity for skanky big-mouths and will help him return to his position as top golfer so we can all await the next big scandal to hit.

2009 was a big year for new music (and I use that term lightly) with catchy new hits seeming to come out every other week. However, radio stations don’t know the meaning of “moderation” and feel the need to play the same song over and over again so often until you can vomit the lyrics on command. The worst offenders are, and in no particular order:

Worst/Most Overplayed:

Boom Boom Pow: The Black Eyed Peas

I really enjoy the BEP, probably more than any other mainstream artiste out there. But I really thought that this song was kind of…boring. I’m all for the onomatopoeia but when sounds outnumber actual words in the song, that’s going a little overboard. I mean, if you took away the background beats and read the lyrics by themselves, for most of the song, it would sound like you had a speech impediment.

You Belong With Me: Taylor Swift

Oh good grief. I hear this song at least once in my commutes to and from school. I’m sorry, Miss Swift, and I’m really happy for you, but…your songs are really overplayed. It’s not just this one, either, that other song about Juliet or something is constantly on as well, but I usually change it to another station, where the same song is being played on yet another station. It’s inescapable.

Single Ladies: Beyonce

Now I couldn’t put Taylor Swift without mentioning Beyonce, since that’s the new relationship thanks to the travesty that was the 2009 VMAs. Don’t get me wrong, I quite enjoyed Single Ladies when it first came out. The lyrics were mediocre but goodness, it was catchy. Then the parodies and the parodies’ parodies came out and the whole thing just was blown out of proportion to the point where you couldn’t drive a centimeter without hearing some mention of it.

Blame It: Jamie Foxx

I blame the success of this horrible song on alcohol (someone must have been drunk to come up with this), among other factors, chief among them being severe, copious and unrelenting use of Auto-Tune. This song was not only overplayed, but it was horrible. While T-Pain has made a name for himself relying heavily on computer generated/assisted music, Jamie Foxx seemed like he could pull off a song without Auto-Tune. Regardless, the fact that this song was blasted so frequently earns it a spot on this list.

Don’t Trust Me: 3Oh!3

I don’t know how they pull it off, but 3Oh!3 turns their voices from grown man to 10 year old girl and back to normal, in a matter of seconds, just for the chorus. Ignoring that, the lyrics are trivial, (I like the vegetarian/”got beef” line though) and bring up Helen Keller out of nowhere.

Obsessed: Mariah Carey

I’m pretty sure everyone except your husband is far from obsessed with you Mrs. Cannon, and honestly, I think you’re a bit crazy, but that has nothing to do with the music you spew. The only obsessive thing about you is how obsessed radio stations are with playing your music, all the time.

Party in the USA: Miley Cyrus

Out of all the songs on the list thus far, this annoys me most, and this one is ranked with one of the songs played most often. Miley’s voice is grating and probably has the capacity to strip decade-old wallpaper with a single note. Even beyond that, in an interview a while back, when asked what Jay-Z song the horrendous song was referring to, she said she didn’t even like Jay-Z. Of course there’s no problem with that, but come on, you may not have written the song, but at least change it to something else you actually listen to…

I Gotta Feeling: The Black Eyed Peas

The only feeling I got from this song is that I’ll have a song I don’t even like stuck in my head from excessive overexposure. That and nausea.

Everything released by Lady Gaga in the past year

Lady Gaga has become a musical superpower in little over a year, with catchy tunes and completely insane outfits whenever she’s seen in public. But even with the title of being the current pop queen of music, there is such a thing as overkill, and radio stations do that well to every single song of hers.

Fireflies: Owl City

Not only is this the most overplayed song of 2009, but it’s just…awful. Adam Young relies so heavily on auto-tuning that (for this song, anyway) he sounds like he could do a speaking part for an 8-bit video game from the 1980s. Ignoring the horrible vocals, the lyrics sound like something a lovesick sixth grader threw up while Googling pictures of puppies. Due to the computer generated sound and the horribly wimpy, sappy, lyrics, Owl City is my estimation of the worst song of 2009. And honestly, I’d rather be electrocuted by the fireflies the song raves about than hear this song again.

That rounds out the most overplayed songs of 2009. But, what are the best? Tune in next Monday to find out.