This is perfect! Or, as some assbutt who writes crappy DVD synopses for Barnes & Noble``` would say, it "couldn't be more perfect."
What's your Pantone birthday color?
You have an uncanny ability to build and persevere once you decide where you are going and what you want in life. You were born under the master number of 22 so security and material success is something that needs to be addressed and cultivated. Manifesting your ideas is an important part of your evolution. Trust and patience will be two of your strongest allies. Evergreen reminds you that nature is vital to your well-being. The green in this color helps you align with healthy energy and prosperity.
That really is my favorite color. I'm amazed.
Oh man, tonight's game almost killed me. Thank God for the win! And the alcohol! There's still one game to go in the series but I'm feeling good about things because we're coming back to Sacramento and really, things couldn't possibly get any worse at the moment.
SUCK IT MAVS WOO WOO
I know you hate "The Restaurant" because it is unwatchable and everyone on it is the most despicable human being ever to be seen on television. Yes, this is all entirely true! But this season, with the whole point being that Rocco is a horrible person who has no business running a restaurant, is sublime and a sheer pleasure to watch. Even creepy intern Drew got his comeuppance, but only after getting the fantastic zinger in on Rocco before he left. (This line serves as this entry's title, in case you didn't watch. And I know you probably didn't watch.) If I was going to get fired working for Rocco, I'd get fired for calling him a douchebag too. Yes, all the people are still hateful disgusting excuses for human beings and that new bartender is a vile (male!!!) plastic surgery disaster. But at least, aside from being so populated with horrific assbutts that it can only be watched from behind a large pillow with a large cushion of alcohol, "The Restaurant" now operates on the realization that Rocco is a gigantic incompetent pig. And yet he's still a creative consultant on this show!!! That dude is a mess. I hope Dr. Marlena Evans kills him on Wednesday on "Days of Our Lives."
A while ago we bought these simple syrups at Williams-Sonoma, and they rule. Actually I bought them while my husband protested violently. One is flavored with Meyer lemon, the other with vanilla bean, so there are little flecks of vanilla bean all suspended up in it. I figured that I could make some awesome cocktails with them, and today I proved myself right.
First I made a variation Cosmopolitan that was just plain vodka (Skyy), Cointreau, cranberry juice and the Meyer lemon syrup. It ruled. But I used the last of our cranberry juice. Then I made up something that is vanilla vodka (Absolut ... it tastes like marshmallows!!!), orange juice, Cointreau and the vanilla bean syrup. I am now on my second one. This drink rules. I'm telling you, it is unreal. I'm a genius.
I almost don't care about the game today, but I do. The whole reason I started drinking already today was the game, because I was freaking out and throwing newspapers over my head and Christopher said, "You need to be drunk." So I followed his instructions, that's all. The game was bad, though. It was really bad. So I just hope that the Kings were concentrating all their suck into this game and will go crazy insane fantastic for the next two. Yes.
You know how much I hate the Lakers? I hate the Mavericks almost as much. These are my ... my two most hated teams in the universe. I hate them. Steve Nash looks like a frigging serial rapist lizard man. Words can't describe how much I hate him. And Nowitski, eew, forget about it, he is a creepy stalker. Which is only solidified by his "Trophy Love" commercial, am I right people? Yes. The people know. And that frigging thug Najara. Eew girl, eew. I hate that f-er.
While we are on the subject of, um, dudes, it's all over between me and Bobby Flay, just so you know. The reason is here.
Jose Giovanni passed away today of a brain hemorrhage at 80. The only reason I know about him is because he wrote the screenplay for Le Trou, which translates to The Hole. Yes, the entire movie is about digging a hole. I'm not even exaggerating. I think ... Jacques Tourneau directed it? I think that's who it was. (EDIT: Jacques Becker. It was Jacques Becker.) I saw that bitch up in Lincoln Center, on a double bill with John Huston's We Were Strangers, I think, which is the movie that made me fall in love with dead John Garfield. Or maybe that was on a double bill with He Ran All the Way, which also made me fall in love with dead John Garfield. Oh man, I can't remember. I swear I associate We Were Strangers with Le Trou. But I also associate We Were Strangers with He Ran All the Way. It was so long ago. I don't know what to believe anymore. I'll get to the bottom of this eventually. In the meantime, how about a gratuitous image of John Garfield
in his final movie, He Ran All the Way, with Shelley Winters
and, um ... let's go with The Man, Vlade Divac
stop killing me
'Sup dawgs. Tonight I've had two double dirrty martinis and four bottles of Gordon Biersch, one each from the Variety Pak™ offered by Costco. The one with the yellow label is really good! It's all, like, flowery and stuff. Anyway, I think I'm now in the best possible state to comment on this week's "American Idol" proceedings.
Honey, I'm sorry. It was fun while it lasted. Going by your performance vs. Fantasia's on Tuesday, I would have voted for you, and that is the Lord's honest truth, if only because not only that your outfit was adorable from the chest up, but also because "Weekend in New England" is bombass. I mean, it's not like it even says "Weekend in New England" in the whole song, and yet that is the title!!! You know what I am saying?!?! My mom and I were chatting vis-a-vis "AI" the other day and we were lamenting re: Fantasia and Jennifer, in which we could see that while they were talented, they were obviously the least likeable of all the contestants. Fantasia because she thinks she's supergreat and doesn't need anyone, and Jennifer because she's been in the bottom three so much that she's got a gigantic chip on her shoulder. "You're so cute, Jennifer." "SHUT UP. I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK. I DON'T NEED YOUR CHARITY." You know, just like me when I was 15. So yeah, this is not a surprise, although it's sad, because you know who sucks it? Oh yes, you know.
"One Voice"? "One" F-ing "Voice"? You must be sh-ing me. I felt like I was in choir class again. You know, choir class when I was in junior high school, in 1982. I hate this creepy little monkey-ass freak.
Listen, dawg, I was terrified when they said he was doing "Mandy," because it sounded like the worst of all possible worlds, but you know something? He DID HIS THING. He LAID IT DOWN. At least before the second verse, where it all began to fall apart. But he was doing that whole "John Davidson Show" thing where he was TELLING a STORY, man, and I had to stop myself and say, "Oh my God, this rules." But then it started sucking again. So I can't say that he deserves to be here over Jennifer H., necessarily, but over Diana D.? As "Stone Cold" Steve Austin would say, oh hell yeah. Man, who keeps voting Diana in??? I hate her!!!
He was horrible. Horrible. Horrible. So I can't express any excitement over him still being around because he is letting us all down. Although the other day we were out having dinner and Christopher did this impression of George finding out he was "safe" for the week and I almost fell over and passed out, it was so hilariously awesome. You should ask him to do it next time you see him, really.
Yeah, you know, whatever. "Summertime" was really pretty great, but that wasn't this week, was it? NOOOOO
I couldn't remember her name just now! That's the drink talking. Anyway, honey, you're no Rita Coolidge. Maybe you should've worn a headband? Anyway, keep ya head up my sister.
Zzzzz I really don't care.
My word, who knew?
Take the quiz: "Which American City Are You?"
Boston
You are under-world power and old-world tradition. You get the job done and it's better if nobody asks how.
Today we went to OSH to get some new pots for the herbs, so we bought more herbs. Chives! Shallots!!! Flat-leaf parsley!!!!! I actually had to buy a new bag of potting mix. Exciting? Oh yes. Now we're watching "Smackdown" and drinking. This is the life, baby.
So I'm sick. I feel like I'm coming out of a two-day hangover, but really I'm sure it's because I was sitting out on the back stoop Tuesday night in like 40º weather in a T-shirt, yoga pants and bare feet. This is what happens when you drink the equivalent of nine shots of tequila with only one meal a day, I guess. And all that delicious Cointreau. I'm beginning to think that Cointreau does a next-day number on me. But it's so delicious! I can't stop drinking it!!! So that means that just thinking about "American Idol" made my head hurt even worse. I'll catch up on it eventually though.
I meant to write about last weekend, but then everything went haywire and I didn't feel like writing about anything. We saw Kill Bill Vol. 2 on Friday, which is like the first time I've seen a movie the first day it's in theaters since ... I can't remember the last time I've done that, honestly. It was great! Maybe I'll write about it some other time! And then on Saturday we went to Modesto for this football bet dinner that Christopher has with his friends, and there was lots of food and drink and whoa, did I have a lot to drink. I also forgot to mention that I was getting new lenses put in my old frames, but the place F-ed them up and warped some coating on them so they needed to take them back and reorder them and then send them out to another store with a different machine that wouldn't F them up. So since then I've been wearing a prescription that's like five years old. It's GREAT.
Then on Sunday, after Christopher came back from work, it was RAINING and we went to a nursery because they were having a sale on herbs. When I moved here, I got this great herb-growing kit from Martha and it was so much fun and joy to see all the little herbs sprouting and whatnot. But then they would grow all out of control, and then I would invariably kill them, and now I'm too impatient to wait for like three little plants to sprout when we could just go to the nursery and get a big fat pot of 'em for $2 a piece. Which is what we did! We got tarragon, sage, rosemary, oregano, sweet basil, giant basil, thyme, dill, cilantro and garlic chives. They had no regular chives, otherwise we would've gotten those too. And parsley. So I'm growing parsley in my Martha kit. The thyme and rosemary are unbelievable. Like, I developed this hate for rosemary when I worked at Scholastic because the caterers who ran the cafeteria always overloaded everything they made with rosemary and it was disgusting. But I just smell this plant and whoa, it is hot. So yes, that was an exciting development. Also the Kings winning, that was good.
So then we get back and are watching some other playoff game in the living room and the TV dies. Just dies. It's this gigantic Sony Trinitron that Christopher's had since forever. I don't know how big, like 40" or something, but it's huge. It's huge, and now it is dead. He tries to revive it and at some points some sparks come out of a socket, but otherwise it is a lost cause. The funny part is that he had taken my old baby 22" Hitachi to his office and we were trying to figure out where in the house to put it, now that he has to move it out of his office. Well! That solved a problem right there!
So now we've swapped out the giant broken TV for the one he had in the office. Funny how that TV seemed to be ENORMOUS in my old apartment. Here is a photographic depiction of the difference.
I'll point out that the "before" picture was also taken on Christmas Day, which explains all the festive lighting and presents and chilling emotional disparity. There's only room for like one Pokémon on this TV, it's crazy.
So now the smallest TV in the house is in the biggest TV room. Eventually we're going to have to rotate all three TVs, because now the biggest one is in the bedroom and the second-biggest one is in Christopher's office (a.k.a. "the storage room"). Or maybe we'll just move everything out of here into a new place? Who knows.
I have realized that I need to be falling-over-ass drunk during the entire playoffs, because otherwise there is no way I will be able to make it. It is simply too much stress.
Vlade hugging Brad? Excuse me while I pass out.
Before we get into this, just keep in mind that I've had three pint-glass margaritas tonight. Anyway ...
So yeah, things have gotten too crazy up in these parts. I alluded to bad news back here. That was the day we found out that Christopher's job was being outsourced, meaning that as of Cinco de Mayo, neither of us will have any kind of regular employment. Which kind of sucks. Which really kind of sucks. But oh!!! It gets better!!!
Now, today, we've found out that contractors are going to be checking out all the apartments in our complex over the next couple of days, which we know means that management is going to force us out of our apartments. This has been brewing over the last month or so, but we didn't think that anything was going to happen now. We've already seen the new renter sheets that say that they're renting out this same floor plan for what ... $600/month more? $700/month? Something like that. Anyway, since we're now here on a month-to-month basis and no longer protected by a lease, they obviously want us out of here yesterday. So our rent is going up to, like, $2000/month, which wouldn't seem so awful if a) we weren't out of a regular paycheck and b) we weren't living underneath the al Qaeda day-care center, you know what I'm saying? BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG, I swear the ceiling is made out of cardboard. Living in Upper West Side pre-War buildings done spoiled me and we might as well move back into my postage-stamp Manhattan co-op at these prices. But anyway, we're going to be pushed out of here in a couple of months, and neither of us has a real job to keep us here. Which is where things get EXCITING. No they don't.
Christopher has some prospects, and I've applied for like a zillion things and have yet to hear anything back from anyone, which is, like, offensive. I demand respect. My mother (who herself is a human resources professional) says that people are obviously intimidated by my 12 years of NYC professional experience, like they don't want to hire me because I'll make everyone look bad. Which I totally believe, but jeez, why can't I even get a word of acknowledgment back from anyone? The only thing I've ever gotten is a letter back from New Times saying that I was their runner-up for the position of movie reviewer. Movie reviewer!!! I have like two years' experience doing that tops, yet I only get respect from them. This, to me, is unfathomable. I've now applied for about five different jobs at Apple. I've got three resumes pending there for three open Featured Content Manager positions at the iTunes Music Store. Now someone explain to me how I could not possibly be qualified for those jobs. Please, I'd really like to know. Is it because I'd be so fantastic that I'd make everyone else look bad? I guess so, but come on, people, show some flipping guts already. This situation is beyond even me. I mean, really. For real. Come on. This is an abomination.
So now, we've got no employment on the horizon, and no home. WTF, people. I mean, us. You know us, right? This makes no sense. No flipping sense at ALL.
This means, we need to reevaluate our situation up in heres. And, possibly and quite possibly probably, we need to move ourselves up into wherever we will be appreciated.
These are the possibilities.
Today I saw the greatest television commercial ever created in the history of television and commercials and television commercials.
My love for you is ... strong.
My desire for you is ... strong!
I think of you day and night,
every time I dunk and when I box out.
I think me and you make nice ... hmm ... couple.
If I cannot make you mine, that would be so stink.
Love, Vlade
It's being streamed over here. It is like a beautiful magical dream.
P.S. Can we just fast-forward to the end of the playoffs and let the Kings win already? Because I can't take the stress anymore, my heart has been broken too many times and I'm a sensitive girl. Love, Kim
... precipitation's on the way. I really want one of these, really super bad. We saw one at the Discovery Channel Store or whatever those places are called, you know, basically the Museum Store except for nerdy science nerds who are into science and skeletons and bugs and crap. We can't get one because we're sitting on our moneys for the time being. More on that later. But I really really really want to program my very own Northwestern weatherball like a crazy person. Perhaps THIS will inspire me to employment! Hahahahaha. Ha.
You know what else is great is that my husband surprised me with the Simon F albums I was feenin' for here. Did you know Robert Mapplethorpe took the pictures for the Gun cover? How on Earth did F swing that? I guess he was just a very attractive and ambitious young man in those days, right. Anyway, I'm so so so excited. It's almost like having a weatherball. Maybe better.
Taking a break from the computer can be pretty awesome, I should do it more often. The management said they were sending workers in to the apartments so I went a little nuts with tidying up the place and did some major shifting of objects and consolidation of space and whatnot. Plus with the vacuuming and the scrubbing of the floors and once I start I can't stop, but I knew if I turned on the computer, I would drop everything and go back to being lazy. I could not risk that.
I was hoping the workers would come in and be all "Hey, here's a new air conditioner!" but unfortunately they needed access to the crawl space under our apartment, which was a bit of a shock, because we had to do that a few months ago and they gave us advance word then. See, the trap door is in the floor of our bedroom walk-in closet, and the trap door happens to be covered by my old freestanding wardrobe. It can only be removed if you take the door off the closet first. Oh yeah, and you have to take everything out of it and off from the top of it. And then it weighs a zillion pounds (shoutout to my mens at Gothic Cabinet Craft) and it's wedged in there just so to begin with, and you can't get it out of there without one person (my husband) having to contortionate his way under some clothes to go past it and behind it and oh, it's just a mess. So we had to do that again, and then put it back. And we didn't get a new air conditioner, what up with that? But at least the house is neater than it was at the beginning of the week.
This flurry of activity was capped off by a trip to Oakland to see our Sacramento Kings (not) defeat the Golden State Warriors. Somehow we ended up in a section loaded of Kings fans and a few irate Warriors fans. The little girl in front of us, she was probably 12, was continually screeching I love you Miiike! I love you Braaad! I love you Pessshhhaaa! very, very loudly. Sure enough, when she left to go get nachos, that's when the game went all to hell, so I guess there must be something to it. Hmm. I might have to fight her for Brad though.
One person I won't have to fight pretty much anybody for is my man Vlade. My souvenir of the experience is a bunch of tiny, blurry Vlades in my digital camera.
He's the man who makes it all happen. There are lots more pictures of him (and even of other Kings, believe it or not), but I think those up there are enough, really.
These pictures are pretty impressive considering we were way up in the very tip top furthest backest row of the arena. Oh the wonders of modern technology. It was the first time I could get the digital zoom to actually work, it's pretty hot.
Christopher trucked out with some Kings thundersticks that had been left behind. They weren't as loud as he had hoped they would be, so he might have been a little disappointed. Of course, if the Kings had f-ing won it might not have even mattered.
walk out the door
just turn around now
'cause you're not welcome anymore
I've got nothing to complain about this week. Oh no no no, celebrate good times come on. I even got accidentally spoilerized on the results (momentous as they were), but all it did was make me more excited to see the AXING. It wasn't the fantastic experience I thought it would be, since the demonic expression on his face didn't change even a tick
but at least now the pain is over. USA USA USA
So Easter dinner last night was pretty good. I got started about 11:30 a.m. (Christopher had to work) and I made
If you enlarge it, you will see some exciting detail of our hot midcentury dinette set (that's solid chrome baby), as well as our lovely dinnerware. The plates and the matching platter are all survivors of my great-grandfather's restaurant.
A brief word on the benefits of Le Creuset: I baked the ham in a Le Creuset baker and it took less than a minute to clean it. I'd say it's worth its weight in gold but that cast iron is heavy and the stuff is expensive enough already.
I don't want to talk about what happened Thursday, I don't want to talk about what happened Friday, because today is EASTER!!! I have one thing to say and that is
SUCK IT LAKERS
SUCK IT LAKERS
SUCK IT SUCK IT SUCK IT
Happy Easter! :-*
Oh no, my Filipina sisters. What, was "AI" preempted in Hawaii or something?
Yeah, I know she's awful, and I did say the backlash was going to be wicked this week if she didn't bring it (and she didn't) but man, I really wanted to see ...
... this chimp go before she did. At least she wound up in the bottom three so that we could briefly enjoy a light wafting of the aroma of justice.
A pair forged in the iron furnace of SATAN. I'm still not surprised they're avoiding the bottom three. Girls, they love the fixer-uppers and lost causes. And Satan's always helpful.
No ka oi! Keep bringing that Aloha spirit! Oh wait, she hasn't. For WEEKS.
Which reminds me — while watching that medley, I realized that this is the most dispirited, joyless, robotic, terrified, unhappy no-fun group of people and it's just a dreadful horror to watch them perform together. While it's true that almost all of them suck, that never stopped anyone in the other seasons from at least going out and having a good time, or at least looking like it. These group performances are just weak and sad and ghastly train wrecks. I love this show.
So I saw footage (I was going to write "b-roll," what a retard) of the incident on Monday that got J-Will suspended and man, he really did go bug-fug bananas. I wonder if he's been ::makes tokey-tokey hand motion:: again since he's been doing all that crazy awesome floppity stuff on the court lately, and now, with this thing, it's like he totally lost it. From the UPI report:
Williams turned around after the call and started shouting at referee James Capers, who quickly called a technical and pointed to the tunnel to signal Williams was ejected. Williams ... wasn't finished arguing. He chased after Capers and ran through several teammates' attempts to restrain him before finally being corralled in front of the scorers' table.
That's a rather mild version of it actually. He was NUTS. Apparently he made contact with the ref in the kerfuffle too, I dunno, I couldn't tell from what I saw, but I haven't yet watched the footage over and over again in rapt fascination. And I can't find a single image from it on the Web anywhere. Not anywhere! If I did, it would probably look something like this one from earlier this season, only with a lot more people holding him back.
CLK2NLRG.
It was rather PG-13 and they don't want to negatively influence the children. But it was ... it was pretty hot actually, for a second there I thought I was watching hockey fight tapes at Jane's.
Oh yes, and violence is wrong, let's increase the peace people. Love, Kim
Poor Elton, having to endure the pain of these losers butchering his beautiful songs. I know I said I wasn't going to do any of this after the Tuesday shows, but I just won't make any predictions, how about that. Complaining? Oh yes.
He's got that Scanners face on again. I hate him. I'd say he sounded like a Muppet, but that's demeaning to the Muppet Community. Elton should punk this bitch out in an alleyway. Christopher: "You know, a rocket strapped to his ass could fly him off this show." You see why I married him.
The bravado is getting a little ooold, lady, tone it down. Although if it came down to her and, say, Jon Peter Mellencamp in the final episode, I have to admit you'd probably see me dialing a phone or two.
I cried a little when they showed her meeting Elton, because I'm sure I would do the same thing in that situation. I cried a little when she sang, because it was so nasty. Mahalo.
How many of those lyrics did she screw up? About 20%? Her whole performance sounded like a car alarm, a big monotone EHHHEHHHHEHHH. She's no George Michael. But then, is anyone? 'Sup sister, Filipina pride.
I'm not big on "Circle of Life" so I thought this was just aiight in R. Jackson parlance. The suit and hair were not cute. She looked cuter in the rehearsal footage.
Our house is now firmly a George house, as I realized I was trying to predict which song he would sing tonight, a sure sign that I now care. Dammit. I was thinking maybe "Levon" but oooh, "Take Me to the Pilot," deece, got to give it up for the deep(ish) cut. Now if only he could stop acting like a gigantic spazz when he's not singing. I love you Paula I love you
"Someone Saved My Life Tonight," oh the irony if that ends up being her final performance after getting booted off Wednesday night. She probably won't, but I didn't think she was all that good. This song is tough to sing and mean it.
"I'm Still Standing," oh the irony if that ends up being her final performance after getting booted off Wednesday night. That song is tough to sing and not just plain suck. Also I don't like her, so I am praying for at least a bottom three showing to put the fear of God in her. A good God, a righteous God, how appropriate for Holy Week. Christopher: "She's sick? Is it morning sickness?" Girl looks like she's been hitting the Hostess, for real. I guess I've made it clear that I don't like her.
Sweet Jesus, WTF. You know, "Crocodile Rock" is a song I don't even like hearing when it's by Elton John himself. He must be trying to get canned on purpose. He is the Jayson Blair of "American Idol." There are no words.
You know something? Today has been a banner day for horrible news, absolutely horrible news.
(l.-r.) Hugh Grundy, Rod Argent, Colin Blunstone, Chris White, Paul Atkinson
LOS ANGELES (AP) — Paul Atkinson, who played guitar in the British invasion band The Zombies and later became a successful music industry executive who signed such acts as ABBA, died Thursday, said his publicist Susan Clary. He was 58.
Born in Cuffley, England, Atkinson had lived in Los Angeles for the past 20 years.
He started his music career with The Zombies, which had hits in the 1960s with "She's Not There,'' "Tell Her No'' and "Time of the Season.''
Later, he went on to work as an artists and repertoire executive, signing acts including ABBA, Bruce Hornsby, Mr. Mister, Michael Penn, Judas Priest and Patty Smyth.
In January, Atkinson received the Recording Academy's President's Merit Award at a tribute and benefit concert in his honor at the House of Blues in Los Angeles.
The event included a reunion of The Zombies.
Want to see something really scary?
Abmulabmu: I hope somebody goes on I Want a Famous Face to get that
Abmulabmu: or is that I Want a Famous Face: Don Zimmer
I'm sick of loooove/ I wish I'd never met yoooou
The verdict is in, the Bob/VS ads rule. The new one with the hat? Forget about it. Do you think Bob actually interacted with any of the models, or did they just film him separately? Like, a year after they filmed anyone else? I need to know!!! Maybe all will be revealed over the course of a few months, like in those Taster's Choice ads. Oh man. At last, something that I won't hate seeing during NBC Daytime.
Also, Bob can predict the future. Thanks to Justin for directing me to the awesome evidence.
Oh yeah, I neglected to mention that I am about as far from surprised about the AI results as is humanly possible.
Well, I guess the only thing I'm surprised about is that she lasted as long as she did. Snore. Although it's impressive that she went ahead and redid the horribly crappy finish of that song again on Wednesday, like she actually wanted to go out like that. She must really enjoy doing people's hair.
Man, was she pissed. Hahahaha. She's an OK singer but so dull! And she's married with stepkids, she's practically an old lady. Nobody likes old ladies unless they're smoking weed in Ice Cube movies.
I have to admit I like her more and more each week. Her performances seem to get loonier like she's sensing that she doesn't have much time left anyway so she has nothing to lose. Remember the first week when she ended up in the bottom two and they had her sing and she was all like, "What the hell, I'll just go WAHWYEAIHEHAEYAHHA"? Entertaining.
Oh man, so unbearably bad, but no way did I think he would end up in the bottom three. My genius is validated once again, although I don't think it's farfetched at all that he wouldn't even get called out after that disaster. Yet apparently some people are SHOCKED by it. This guy has too many girls thinking that he is their imaginary emasculated boyfriend. If anything his bad performances will make even more people call in for him. As Cathy Dennis and Dancin' Danny D would say, that's the way of the world. I should really publish my predictions on Tuesdays but the government might recognize my brilliance and kidnap me for some devious thinktank.
Once again, I'm a genius. She's still horrible, and she LOOKED horrible on Tuesday. She looked much cuter on Wednesday, like she learned her lesson. Good girl. I don't like her voice though, she just sounds like she has allergies. And maybe now she can stop gesturing like a spazz while she sings? Doubtful. Unless she totally tears it up, I bet there'll be a wicked backlash next week though.
Ugh. She must have thought she was back on "America's Most Talented Kid," that was frigging unbearable. The whole time I kept saying, "I'm hungry for some Applebee's." I hated it and I just want her and her pinchy face to go away.
She did her thing, dawg, she held it down. Whatever.
Christopher's rooting for him now, which is shocking that he would root for anybody on AI. I guess he's been won over by his giddy sunny squatty charm. Out of everyone, I guess I like him and Fantasia best, which is hardly going out on a craaazy limb or anything. But I'm not all "Oh man, so so awesome" about anybody like I've been before.
She was not good at all! She's really getting worse as the weeks go on it seems, like Camile is rubbing off on her. 'Sup, keep it real my sisters.
Oh Jesus. I can no longer look at the TV when he is on, ever, at all. Why can't he have some crazy scandal come out so he can finally get the boot and the suffering can end? Obviously the Smoking Gun isn't doing its job properly.