James Cameron's most recent foray into the magical world of movie-making as grand spectacle has led me to quite a bit of thoughtful contemplation over the last 12 hours about the nature of the American Dream and how that dream has changed in the last 100 years and what it means to really go for the brass ring. Naw! I mean, I have thought about that a bit, but mostly I have been shell-shocked and stunned into near speechlessness at the enormity of the undertaking that this movie must have been and the fact that it has left me with an overwhelming sense of wonderment that I can't remember experiencing since I was a child, or at least since the first time I got my hands on some really good mushrooms. I keep trying to put into words the impact that this movie had on me and find myself grasping for adequate adjectives. This movie was AMAZING. I mean, REALLY AMAZING. As in, "to overwhelm with surprise or sudden wonder; astonish greatly." Let me put it this way -- Eric and I exited that movie and wordlessly made our way to our respective bathrooms, from which we both emerged STILL wordless and made it about halfway to the car before even attempting to verbally process anything. Not a "oh, that was good," or "wow" or anything. Just wide-eyed astonishment. Go see this movie with an open mind and a willingness to be entranced. I spent the majority of my dreaming hours last night with visions of 10 feet tall blue people and ethereal Na'vian landscapes and awoke with a feeling of peace and contentment that no amount of crown royal or maui mowie can ever think of giving. Bottom line...now that I just got pulled away from the computer for our dinner pop, I have somewhat lost my train of thought, but I want to reiterate: this movie was more than a tentpole production for James Cameron or a feel-good holiday flick to put butts in the seats. It has renewed my faith in a jaded Hollywood industry and made me want to be kid again. I understand Mr. Cameron's single-minded doggedness that propels him into making movies that change the way we watch movies. And it was just a hell of a good time. Go. Now.
holla
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
finishing the internet
So....the other day my facebook status alluded to the fact that I feel like I have finished the internet, and I have been thinking about that alot and wanted to explore it a little further, especially since I am currently sitting in front of what is arguably the greatest invention since the wheel and am at a loss. I literally could not think of a single site I wanted to visit, or subject to google, or show to watch. My mob is boring the shit out of me, my virtual farm has run its course, and one can only play so many games of bejeweled in a row before dancing gems become the ruler of your dreams. If you don't know what I'm talking about, think back to 1989 when you would try to go to sleep at night and all you could do was see tiny tetris pieces fitting themselves together. It is similar. And if you still don't know what I am talking about you are a Nazi and should keep it to yourself. I am an admitted pop culture junkie, priding myself on besting strangers at 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon or knowing all the words to Miley Cyrus songs, yet I have found myself increasingly bored and frustrated with the old intrawebs. Chat rooms are just entrapment sites for pedophiles, all of the social networking sites have become passe (not that I'm not on FB and myspace very day at some point), so-called entertainment sites all regurgitate the same three photos from the paparazzi and crib from the entertainment weekly i read cover to cover every week, and everything else seems to just give me that "been there, done that" feeling. I guess I am ready for the next big thing, or at least a return to our roots. I am an avid reader and I will stick my neck out right this second and vow to you that short of a Fahrenheit 451-type ban on the printed word, I will never read a book on a Kindle. Ever. Staring at a screen sucks ass. And screens rarely smell as lovely as the dust that settles into the pages of a book. (Ironic that i am typing this very missive with the intention that it be read from a screen, but it can't be helped. Postage for a printed blog is cost-prohibitive and counterproductive). So why can't I find something to help me waste away the hours on the world's greatest global resource for fun and information? Surely there is some stuff left on there that I have yet to discover. Surely. But I can't seem to think of it. Nor have I been able to for a while now. No wonder I find myself worshipping at the altar of the alcoholic (aka Beyond the Edge) so often. I am bored. I need a damn hobby, STAT. Or at least a fun new web site.
holla.
holla.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
i hayt teknawlejee
So, I just spent the previous 15 minutes attempting to sign in to this ridiculous web site so I could blog for my millions of faithful readers, and never in my very short life have I ever encountered such a user-unfriendly set-up as I have with the google. For starters, it kept insisting I use my nephew's fake email account as my default email/user name to log on, even though this blog is older than he is. Secondly, it insisted also that I fill out a captcha each time. Captchas themselves are inherently annoying, but also a necessary evil as they have significantly reduced the amount of false friend requests I get on myspace, thank god. But, these captchas were printed with practically indecipherable squinched up letters that I would get wrong 4 or 5 times in a row. And THEN I had to answer a security question, presumably chosen by yours truly (What is your mother's middle name?), that it then insisted I was answering incorrectly. Do I not know my own mother's middle name? I'm pretty sure if there is a wrong answer, it ain't the one I was giving. Dumb dick. Short story long, I almost deleted the whole account and said fuck it, but, of course, you need a correct username/password combo to delete the damn account. I also almost put my fist through the screen of this damned computer a couple times, then remembered that I need it so we can run credit card transactions, which help us to make money, which I like very much. Now I have completely forgotten the little nugget of wisdom that inspired me to blog for the first time since March anyway, so I will leave it there, gentle reader. {sigh}. I miss having something to talk about other than my need for more money and the fact that I am tired all the time. I feel old and boring, which is precisely what I am. YAY!
holla.
holla.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
this killin' time is killin' me
hey yall
in case you were wondering, i am indeed still alive and well and watching idol. i really miss having a computer at my house 'cause my BESTEST blogs are always created in the wee hours of the morning, usually after there have been some cocktails, ya know. now i am forced to try and be my usual charming, upbeat self while at work ignoring my employees and pretending that i'm in the office doing something other than religiously checking my facebook, playing mobsters, and stumbling through the internet and posting anything funny as a link on my facebook.
speaking of stumbling (that is using the Stumble Upon! toolbar, for those of you who are fucking morons and don't know already) and posting funny shit as a link, you should stop what you are doing....no, don;t stop reading my blog....immediately after you finish reading my blog, commenting on it, cutting and pasting the address to post it as a link on every conceivable website and committing my nuggets of wisdom to memory, you should then check out michael swaim. he is a contributing writer to cracked.com as well as some other humor sites and fancies himself a comedian. probably cause he's pretty fucking hilarious. the post that got me sucked in was about why chocolate skittles are akin to mouth rape. ha. i then spent the next 2 hours (oops! i missed lunch rush, or the lack thereof) reading his earlier posts and responding to them in the wittiest way i could fashion on the fly in a vain hope that maybe he will read his 200-odd posts, find mine the most entertaining and intelligent and choose to personally reply to me and maybe someday seek me out and be best friends. which i am sure will happen someday, if not soon. i have seriously laughed out loud several times reading his freaking blog, and i am not a laugher. in fact, i pride myself on my ability to never laugh for any reason. shite, that dude is clever. now that i have whored him out, maybe he will come read my blog and be so appreciative that he will beg me to start ghost-writing for him and rescue me from a life of foodservice. yeah.
holla.
p.s. see ya alexis grace and good riddance. i hope matt sarver joins you in about 6 days (if not sooner). in case you are wondering, here's my idol wishlist
winner: danny gokey
2. matt giraud
3. alison iraheta
4. anoop desai
5. lil rounds
6. scott blindguy
7. kris allen
the rest can die, for all i care. they suck. especially adam lambert. he makes my skin crawl, and not in a good way. and megan joy corkerey can spasm on over a cliff, dragging matt sarver with her. maybe he'll land on top of her and crush her, just to add insult to injury.
in case you were wondering, i am indeed still alive and well and watching idol. i really miss having a computer at my house 'cause my BESTEST blogs are always created in the wee hours of the morning, usually after there have been some cocktails, ya know. now i am forced to try and be my usual charming, upbeat self while at work ignoring my employees and pretending that i'm in the office doing something other than religiously checking my facebook, playing mobsters, and stumbling through the internet and posting anything funny as a link on my facebook.
speaking of stumbling (that is using the Stumble Upon! toolbar, for those of you who are fucking morons and don't know already) and posting funny shit as a link, you should stop what you are doing....no, don;t stop reading my blog....immediately after you finish reading my blog, commenting on it, cutting and pasting the address to post it as a link on every conceivable website and committing my nuggets of wisdom to memory, you should then check out michael swaim. he is a contributing writer to cracked.com as well as some other humor sites and fancies himself a comedian. probably cause he's pretty fucking hilarious. the post that got me sucked in was about why chocolate skittles are akin to mouth rape. ha. i then spent the next 2 hours (oops! i missed lunch rush, or the lack thereof) reading his earlier posts and responding to them in the wittiest way i could fashion on the fly in a vain hope that maybe he will read his 200-odd posts, find mine the most entertaining and intelligent and choose to personally reply to me and maybe someday seek me out and be best friends. which i am sure will happen someday, if not soon. i have seriously laughed out loud several times reading his freaking blog, and i am not a laugher. in fact, i pride myself on my ability to never laugh for any reason. shite, that dude is clever. now that i have whored him out, maybe he will come read my blog and be so appreciative that he will beg me to start ghost-writing for him and rescue me from a life of foodservice. yeah.
holla.
p.s. see ya alexis grace and good riddance. i hope matt sarver joins you in about 6 days (if not sooner). in case you are wondering, here's my idol wishlist
winner: danny gokey
2. matt giraud
3. alison iraheta
4. anoop desai
5. lil rounds
6. scott blindguy
7. kris allen
the rest can die, for all i care. they suck. especially adam lambert. he makes my skin crawl, and not in a good way. and megan joy corkerey can spasm on over a cliff, dragging matt sarver with her. maybe he'll land on top of her and crush her, just to add insult to injury.
Friday, February 20, 2009
My new life
OK, so I know I teased all ya'll about having a comprehensive idol blog and have failed miserably at keeping up with it, but don't hate me. I have a new life as the owner of a diner here in East Nasty, and this bitch keeps me busy 18/7 (the other 6 hours are spent sleeping and/or drinking copious amounts of alcohol in order to prevent the insanity from kicking in all at once). Anyway, tonight was just one of those nights. One where we continually asked each other if it is perhaps a full moon. And since LAST friday was Friday the 13th, I knew that wasn't it. Let me begin with Table 1.
Table 1 is the very first table you encounter upon entering, right next to ye old front door. Also known as the Simon & Garfunkel table. (If you've been to my place, then you know why that is.) I'm in the window expoing for the rush when one of my servers comes up and says "the lady at 1 is puking....what should I do?" My first instinct is to cringe, wrinkle my nose, and reply "ooh. gross." Then I remember I actually own this place and am probably expected to do something about it. As luck would have it, the very next tray of food slated to leave the kitchen is for Table 2, so I can run their food while simultaneously taking a sneak-peak at 1, if for no other reason than to ogle the gross pukey lady. I thought maybe she was starting to feel sick and would any second make a beeline for the bathroom. Nope. She sat right where she was vomited into her napkin and approximately 27 other towels my server brought her. For maybe 10 minutes. Then she and her companion hung out for a while longer with the pile of vomit-filled rags sitting on the table. No offer to dispose of them or ritually burn them in the parking lot or anything. Then they paid the tab and left. Three guesses what lucky person got to bus Table 1. At this point I am seriously reconsidering my decision to own a place rather than slave away for the man.
Fast forward about 30 minutes. Dinner rush is in full swing, apps are flying out the window, new tables are sitting only seconds after they have been bussed from the previous folks, we are busy. Somewhat in the weeds, if you will. Another server comes up and says, "Umm. I've had a couple of people tell me there is a problem with the women's bathroom. I think someone put oranges in the toilet." I'm thinking, "is this a euphemism for something and I'm just not hip to the lingo?" I certainly have never heard that phrase before. Drop the cosby kids off at the pool, choke the brown snake, take the browns to the super bowl, yes. Oranges...not so much. Of course, I remove my apron and go investigate. Sure enough, deep in the toilet, is what appears to be a whole orange covered with tissue. WTF? So, I make the server retrieve the litter scoop we use for cleaning our outside ashcans and fish that puppy out. I mean, I already did my part by cleaning up 82 vomit rags earlier. It is someone else's turn. Besides, I sign their paychecks, right? (Oh, yeah. I would have hated me, too.) Anyway, turns out it is a pair of orange panties, wadded up almost flushed. Come on, ladies. There is a garbage can in there.
Well, those are the two cappers for the night. All in all, it was just one of those filled with odd requests, odder people, and strange occurences, all of which I'm sure will be rehashed with increasing hilarity over a few cocktails and cigarettes. And we'll do it all again tomorrow.
holla.
Table 1 is the very first table you encounter upon entering, right next to ye old front door. Also known as the Simon & Garfunkel table. (If you've been to my place, then you know why that is.) I'm in the window expoing for the rush when one of my servers comes up and says "the lady at 1 is puking....what should I do?" My first instinct is to cringe, wrinkle my nose, and reply "ooh. gross." Then I remember I actually own this place and am probably expected to do something about it. As luck would have it, the very next tray of food slated to leave the kitchen is for Table 2, so I can run their food while simultaneously taking a sneak-peak at 1, if for no other reason than to ogle the gross pukey lady. I thought maybe she was starting to feel sick and would any second make a beeline for the bathroom. Nope. She sat right where she was vomited into her napkin and approximately 27 other towels my server brought her. For maybe 10 minutes. Then she and her companion hung out for a while longer with the pile of vomit-filled rags sitting on the table. No offer to dispose of them or ritually burn them in the parking lot or anything. Then they paid the tab and left. Three guesses what lucky person got to bus Table 1. At this point I am seriously reconsidering my decision to own a place rather than slave away for the man.
Fast forward about 30 minutes. Dinner rush is in full swing, apps are flying out the window, new tables are sitting only seconds after they have been bussed from the previous folks, we are busy. Somewhat in the weeds, if you will. Another server comes up and says, "Umm. I've had a couple of people tell me there is a problem with the women's bathroom. I think someone put oranges in the toilet." I'm thinking, "is this a euphemism for something and I'm just not hip to the lingo?" I certainly have never heard that phrase before. Drop the cosby kids off at the pool, choke the brown snake, take the browns to the super bowl, yes. Oranges...not so much. Of course, I remove my apron and go investigate. Sure enough, deep in the toilet, is what appears to be a whole orange covered with tissue. WTF? So, I make the server retrieve the litter scoop we use for cleaning our outside ashcans and fish that puppy out. I mean, I already did my part by cleaning up 82 vomit rags earlier. It is someone else's turn. Besides, I sign their paychecks, right? (Oh, yeah. I would have hated me, too.) Anyway, turns out it is a pair of orange panties, wadded up almost flushed. Come on, ladies. There is a garbage can in there.
Well, those are the two cappers for the night. All in all, it was just one of those filled with odd requests, odder people, and strange occurences, all of which I'm sure will be rehashed with increasing hilarity over a few cocktails and cigarettes. And we'll do it all again tomorrow.
holla.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
i suck
ok, so my grand plans to have a cmprehensive idol blog has been waylaid by my way too busy life of being a restaurant mogul. for those of you still in the primordial ooze, the diner was reviewed (glowingly, i might add) in the nashville scene yesterday, which is nothing short of freaking awesome. oh, and excuse the abysmal typing...my laptop has suffered a bit of abuse this week and the o button is about broken. it is throwing my usual shoddy typing skills another rung lower on the typing ranking ladder. but i digress. let's get to what is truly important: american fucking idol (the real name of the show, in case you didn't know).
tuesday was in louisville, kentucky, my mm's hometown and the closest audition city in proximity to nashvegas. naturally, i spent a lot of the episode looking for people i know (since i have millions of faithful readers, i am bound t know SMEBODY). yes, the o button sucks on here. get over it). lo and behold, tasha was on again this week, and apparently made it through to hollywood, even though they didn't show her audition, merely a montage f lucky golden ticket recipients dancing in the idol booth, in which she was included. still exciting. i am going out on a limb here and specualting that she didn't make it to the finals, seeing as how she came in to the diner last week and ate and she was severely pregnant. i could be wrong. she is also blond now. huh. the rest of the epiusode flew by in a blur, with s couple of notable standouts:
Adam Lambert, the adorable theater guy with the zac efron hair. hot, but a little too theaterry for me.
John Twiford....just showed a smidge, but he had long hair and was hot. early fave.
kai kalama....hottie mixed race with grgeous teeth. we'll see. jjury's still out on him a bit. he may be too sweet to handle the pressure.
they also showed a few really sucky people make it through. they must have been hard up for butts to fill seats cause a couple of these folks couln't carry a tune in a fucking bucket. i'm talking to YOU tatiana del toro (press kit toting crazy puerto rican) and jesus valenzuela (yuor kids got you in, now step up your game, amigo). i don't hate latinas, i promise. these guys just seemed like tokens.
and finally!!!! we come to Akila Askew-Gohlsten (or something like that). bitch was cray-zee. she had a bunch of info on hw to becme a gospel singer, including diagrams f the trayshea and the larnex. people tried to pronouncee them correctly and she would correct them with the wrong pronunication. funny shit. when seacrest said something abut it coming straight from health class she said, "no! this is off the internet." she also insisted that she doesn't let peple "irracitate" her. what an upbeat gal! oh lord, she was hilarious.
well, i hope to watch wednesday's idol soon and hit ya'll back with some thoughts. in the meantime, check out the nashville scene restaurant page and read abut how awesome my diner is.
holla.
tuesday was in louisville, kentucky, my mm's hometown and the closest audition city in proximity to nashvegas. naturally, i spent a lot of the episode looking for people i know (since i have millions of faithful readers, i am bound t know SMEBODY). yes, the o button sucks on here. get over it). lo and behold, tasha was on again this week, and apparently made it through to hollywood, even though they didn't show her audition, merely a montage f lucky golden ticket recipients dancing in the idol booth, in which she was included. still exciting. i am going out on a limb here and specualting that she didn't make it to the finals, seeing as how she came in to the diner last week and ate and she was severely pregnant. i could be wrong. she is also blond now. huh. the rest of the epiusode flew by in a blur, with s couple of notable standouts:
Adam Lambert, the adorable theater guy with the zac efron hair. hot, but a little too theaterry for me.
John Twiford....just showed a smidge, but he had long hair and was hot. early fave.
kai kalama....hottie mixed race with grgeous teeth. we'll see. jjury's still out on him a bit. he may be too sweet to handle the pressure.
they also showed a few really sucky people make it through. they must have been hard up for butts to fill seats cause a couple of these folks couln't carry a tune in a fucking bucket. i'm talking to YOU tatiana del toro (press kit toting crazy puerto rican) and jesus valenzuela (yuor kids got you in, now step up your game, amigo). i don't hate latinas, i promise. these guys just seemed like tokens.
and finally!!!! we come to Akila Askew-Gohlsten (or something like that). bitch was cray-zee. she had a bunch of info on hw to becme a gospel singer, including diagrams f the trayshea and the larnex. people tried to pronouncee them correctly and she would correct them with the wrong pronunication. funny shit. when seacrest said something abut it coming straight from health class she said, "no! this is off the internet." she also insisted that she doesn't let peple "irracitate" her. what an upbeat gal! oh lord, she was hilarious.
well, i hope to watch wednesday's idol soon and hit ya'll back with some thoughts. in the meantime, check out the nashville scene restaurant page and read abut how awesome my diner is.
holla.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
idolatry
Okay kids, you asked for it, so here it is!!!! My poorly typed and poorlier written blog on all things idol, only the best show ever conceived ever. Since I missed blogging after tuesday's show, this one will have to cover two nights and as such might be a bit lengthy. oh well. if you wanna know who is gonna win, you will just have to slog through my useless ramblings and reminisce for the days of yore when i would blog drunk after getting home from the bar and they would actually be somewhat amusing rather than pathetic attempts to feel like i am still vaguely in touch with the rest of the world outside of my diner. ho hum, motherfucker.
anyway, this year idol has finally embraced the feedback from fans and decided to showcase an equal amount of hideously bad self-deluded still living with their mothers social outcasts and people that can actually sing, for which i am eternally grateful. i am one of the few people that actually enjoy the competition part of the show more than the horrible audition weeks. in fact, hollywood week might be my favorite. i love to see them all sleep deprived and irritable, but still vaguely innocent to the fame machine that gets ahold of them once they enter the actual competition. bad hair, ugly clothes, questionable style, bad skin, and voices of angels. Ahh, nothing like it. but i digress. back to this week's auditions. Kansas City, yo. and somehere in arizona or something. who cares. of the 50 or so people put through by the judges, only a handful stand out in my mind.
my ppick for winner of the whole shebang would be danny gokey,aka dead wife guy, except he is too much like david cook and the prodcuers will push someone different, probably latino. but his voice was awesome, he's super cute, and his wife is dead, so sympathy votes will get him at least to the top 5.
stevie wright,aka maybe ugly girl, was also awesome. couldn't tell if she was pretty or not. she would trun her head one way and be beautiful, then look the other way and seem a little horsey. we'll see. she's only 16, so she's disposable.
anoop desai...he was the indian guy dressed like he just came from getting high in the park with the awesome voice. i hope he cleans up well. i like him A LOT.
rocker chick, aka emily wynne-hughes (too much name), aka big spacers in her ears girl was good. i loved that she sang Heart a capella, and pretty well. but, since i can't stand to look at her becasue he giant spacers gross me out, i am betting america is too conservative to hold on to her for very long. grody. top 12 maybe.
ashley anderson, aka leona lewis, jr. maybe the winner this year. gorgeous, good personality, great voice/control, smart song choice. bitch.
scott macintyre, aka blind guy. he's a lock. he's blind, for chrissakes.
deanna brown, aka janis joplin jr, also freakin great. the blond with the wiggy eyes that sang with that smoky-i've-been-chugging-soco-voice. i hope she is more than a one-note.
matt brietzke, aka teddy bear....sand Ain't No Sunshine (good choice). big lug with chops. maybe top 12, no way he'll win.
ok. there were a lot more that made it through, but these are my early faves. did anyone else notice the guy named cody sheldon who looks dead up like silver on 90210? look it up...you'll choke on your cheetos (your hot cheeto, sarah potter?)
and one last shout out: alex wagner. they totally set him up to be a self deluded freak, then he came in and sang like butter. i hope he takes it all. i don't think he will, but he could be this year's sanjaya or chicken little. so weird, but i love him anyway.
whew. that was a lot to pack into just one blog. can't wait til next week. happy time-killing, people.
holla.
anyway, this year idol has finally embraced the feedback from fans and decided to showcase an equal amount of hideously bad self-deluded still living with their mothers social outcasts and people that can actually sing, for which i am eternally grateful. i am one of the few people that actually enjoy the competition part of the show more than the horrible audition weeks. in fact, hollywood week might be my favorite. i love to see them all sleep deprived and irritable, but still vaguely innocent to the fame machine that gets ahold of them once they enter the actual competition. bad hair, ugly clothes, questionable style, bad skin, and voices of angels. Ahh, nothing like it. but i digress. back to this week's auditions. Kansas City, yo. and somehere in arizona or something. who cares. of the 50 or so people put through by the judges, only a handful stand out in my mind.
my ppick for winner of the whole shebang would be danny gokey,aka dead wife guy, except he is too much like david cook and the prodcuers will push someone different, probably latino. but his voice was awesome, he's super cute, and his wife is dead, so sympathy votes will get him at least to the top 5.
stevie wright,aka maybe ugly girl, was also awesome. couldn't tell if she was pretty or not. she would trun her head one way and be beautiful, then look the other way and seem a little horsey. we'll see. she's only 16, so she's disposable.
anoop desai...he was the indian guy dressed like he just came from getting high in the park with the awesome voice. i hope he cleans up well. i like him A LOT.
rocker chick, aka emily wynne-hughes (too much name), aka big spacers in her ears girl was good. i loved that she sang Heart a capella, and pretty well. but, since i can't stand to look at her becasue he giant spacers gross me out, i am betting america is too conservative to hold on to her for very long. grody. top 12 maybe.
ashley anderson, aka leona lewis, jr. maybe the winner this year. gorgeous, good personality, great voice/control, smart song choice. bitch.
scott macintyre, aka blind guy. he's a lock. he's blind, for chrissakes.
deanna brown, aka janis joplin jr, also freakin great. the blond with the wiggy eyes that sang with that smoky-i've-been-chugging-soco-voice. i hope she is more than a one-note.
matt brietzke, aka teddy bear....sand Ain't No Sunshine (good choice). big lug with chops. maybe top 12, no way he'll win.
ok. there were a lot more that made it through, but these are my early faves. did anyone else notice the guy named cody sheldon who looks dead up like silver on 90210? look it up...you'll choke on your cheetos (your hot cheeto, sarah potter?)
and one last shout out: alex wagner. they totally set him up to be a self deluded freak, then he came in and sang like butter. i hope he takes it all. i don't think he will, but he could be this year's sanjaya or chicken little. so weird, but i love him anyway.
whew. that was a lot to pack into just one blog. can't wait til next week. happy time-killing, people.
holla.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
It's that time of year
Stay tuned later for my official Idol blog, which will seem totally lame and ridiculous to both of the people left on earth that don't watch idol (akil, you should be ashamed), but to the rest of you will become your go to source for American Idol info, recaps, and predictions for the winner. Or, if you have read me in years past, predictions for the runners-up, for which I have an uncanny ability. It is about to begin, so I will holla at ya later, guys.
holla.
p.s. did anyone besides me see Tara from BTE last night? Am I crazy?
holla.
p.s. did anyone besides me see Tara from BTE last night? Am I crazy?
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