That which does not kill us, makes us stronger. And so we shall grow stronger for enduring American Idol Country Week; stronger mentally, spiritually, physically, financially, our gag reflex will be stronger, etc.
We're down to 11, about to be 10.
I have a strong feeling that Oil Rigger (aka Michael) is going home tonight, despite the fact that he was in his element last night. Not because he's a bad singer, but because he's not connecting with the audience. He's dead inside. You can tell by that odd smile he keeps plastered to his face, that tries to say, "I'm just having fun up here, America. LOL."
Oil Rigger makes me wander over to my fridge in the middle of his performance to look for something to eat. Same with Blindy and Little Rounds. Boring. Snooze fest, those gize. That reminds me, can any of you recommend some tasty low-cal snacks? Much appreciated.
The anti of Oil Rigger is Anoop (aka Anoop), who looked directly into my eyes last night and told me that I am always on his mind. Sigh. Good move, playa. He also picked the best song of the night. Willy Nelson and his shaky, old man, talk-singing voice can only be improved upon.
The contestants who's performances I look forward to the most each week seem to be Edward (aka Adam) and Toddler Dancer (aka Megan). I genuinely get excited when I see they're coming up, after the break. Their voices are interesting, their toddler dance is hypnotic, their relationship with the mic pole is romantic... these people are non-boring. This is what it's all about for me.
Don't get me wrong, I love Danny (aka Widower--is his dead wife still dead? I'm confused) and Kris. And I also find Alexis Grace (aka Cabbage Patch), Matt (aka Dueling Piano), and Lil Red enjoyable to listen to, but comparatively speaking, these gize are all pretty predictable. Who couldn't have guessed Danny's song choice this week?
Happy St. Patty's Day, the most celebrated and exciting holiday of the year.
What did we do to celebrate? Well, for starters, our boys' awoke to shamrocks all over their bedroom walls...
...And that's it. That's all we did.
I haven't blogged in a week, it seems. I hadn't even realized it had been that long. This last weekend, Anthony went up to Portland to visit his sister Michelle and his brother Scott, so it was just me and the boys. Nothing I'm not used to, but it still kept me busy. For some reason I felt the need to entertain them all weekend. Good times, but I am in fact a girl, and an adult one, so I can only play "dead man, dead man, come alive" so many times before I start to long for a lil "me time."
Anyway, Anthony brought me back some of these babies: Whoa, these are the best things I have ever had the pleasure of eating! Killing me softly, melt in my mouth goodness! I hid in my closet and ate the whole thing by myself. Shout out to Mich, who knew I would love them.
K, it's a gorgeous day today, 80 degrees, clear sunny skies, so I'm gonna go open my blinds and run on my treadmill...
Yes, according to Ms. Seacrest, American Idol has a face. AND the producers intend to change it, extreme makeover style.
Subtle changes to American Idol's arms and legs, maybe dropping a few pounds, I can deal with that. But changing the face? That is some serious plastic surgery.
Possible lame twists to American Idol that will bug the Stuff out of me, and therefore, all Americans:
The judges will score the contestants (a la Dancing with the Stars) and that score will combine with America's vote. Way too much power to the judges, who aren't always 100% in touch with who Americans' want to stay. Ahem. Wild Card show.
America will vote, and the judges will decide, out of the bottom two, who will go home. This would have rescued contestants like Jennifer Hudson and Chris Daughtry, but more often than correcting America's mistake, I think the judges will end up force feeding us their favorites. Ahem. Wild Card show. In addition, the judges could build up the drama by making them "sing for their life" like they did when they picked the top 36. This would be especially annoying, because, as we all know, the whole thing will be for dramatic purposes only. The judges know exactly who they want to go home, and no "sing-off" is gonna change that--gimme a frickin break.
The judges will get to "veto" Americas vote or bring a contestant back. This one could be a real pain in the A. And rather high-handed of them. I mean, the judges aren't our elected officials. We didn't grant them this sort of power, they would just be taking it. The worse part about this one is that Little Rounds could end up winning the whole thing.
Here we have KenDoll Demo videos Part 4 and 5 (see posts below for previous parts), during which I show you KenDoll's curious mixture of old-school and high-tech, while taking you shopping in the KenDoll Store.
So, tomorrow I'll have one more video for you, then I'll be done with it, and all your burning queries will be answered.
My life is very unbalanced right now. It's been heavy on the TV, light on everything else. I haven't taken a nap since Sunday. But I'm finally putting up my KenDoll post here.
I decided to do it show-n-tell style, but my video ended up being something like 9 mins long, which is 9 hours in blog time. So I'm giving it to you in installments.
Part 1: The Paperlikeness of it
This is what the free KenDoll app for the iPhone looks like:
I just downloaded it. I doesn't do everything a KenDoll does. You can't buy a book directly from the app, only read the books you have already purchased through the KenDoll store via Amazon.com. Right after it downloaded, my copy of P&P was up. Again, you'd have to be pretty desperate for reading material, and in close proximity to an outlet, to want to read a novel on your iPhone. It's no replacement for a paperback, or a KenDoll. But hey, it's free.
Next up, what the KenDoll sounds like when it reads to you...
I decided to let the rest of America carry the Blind Sympathy vote, and instead concentrated all my voting efforts on one AI contestant...
Right. Sad Eyebrows Guy.
Sadly (like his eyebrows), I'm pretty sure my votes will not be enough to get him to the next round. What a shame. Cuz not only does he have sad eyebrows and an interesting singing voice that doesn't match his nerd-exterior, but also, during his interview last night, he had a natural funniness about him, he seemed super comfortable, and he was the most real-acting contestant of the bunch. Then he got on stage and knocked over the mic.
I find this combination of confidence and klutziness highly appealing. Plus, sad eyebrows.
Ain't no mountain high enough to keep Blind Guy from moving it, and sailing on to the next round. I'm OK with that even tho his singing was mediocre. Blind.
There's lil doubt that Lil Rounds will be the girl moving on, but I wish it coulda been Second Chance Girl. Then again, maybe Second Chance will make it into the Wild Card show, and we can call her Third Chance before she disappears into oblivion.
As for the last spot... my guess is Jorge. He stood on that stage, completely stripped of his Puerto Rician accent, with his lil heart on his sleeve and won over America, me thinks. We shall see.
As for the upcoming Wild Card show, I think (according to what I googled) it's going to work like this...
On Wednesday's results show, the judges will each pick two contestants that they want to see again. Those 8 contestants (possibly 9, cuz they are a lil "undecided") will perform on Thursday March 5th, afterwhich the judges will imediately decide which three contestants get to move on to the final 12.
My concern with this is that the judges will try to equal out the boy/girl ratio a lil bit, in which case, maybe only one boy has a chance to make it through, and there are several I want to get through, including but not limited to Anoop.
In other TV news (cuz I am multidimensional and also watch shows like Gossip Girl and The Bachelor), Bachelor Jason created quite a stir on this season's "After the Final Rose" show, when he dumped Melissa, the girl he had proposed marriage to, and asked the Runner Up Molly "out for coffee."
The producers of the show were clearly trying to put a "he's just following his heart" spin on the whole thing, while at the same time playing up the drama of the guy making a mistake and breaking Melissa's heart, but it looked more like a case of "Grass is Greener" to me. With three proposals under his belt, Jason doesn't appear to be the type of guy capable of sustaining a long term relationship. Shocker.
My favorite line of the show goes to Melissa who, after getting dumped, said to Jason as she was getting up from the couch, "never text me again." Ah! They had a texting relationship. I have no doubt that Bachelor Jason was also having a texting relationship with Runner Up Molly behind Melissa's back the whole time, as Runner Up showed lil-to-no hesitation in accepting Jason's offer for "coffee."
If you're really into this S, then you might enjoy reading this email exchange between Melissa and Jason that occurred after the "after the final rose" show, compliments of Access Hollywood. Apparently, only texts were off limits.
I had lots going on over the weekend, including a 4 hour nap on Saturday and a 3 hour one on Sunday. Busy, busy, busy!
As mentioned earlier, Tony and I totally encroached on Landee and Gty's whirlwind romantic getaway to Las Vegas, and we have no regrets. Dare I say that Gty and Tony imprinted on each other? The whole thing went swimmingly, and when they left, I had a hole in my heart that went all the way to China. I had to fill it with cake and extensive napping.
Tony and I are planning a whirlwind romantic getaway HERE and we expect G&L to join us. Tony already has his Smithy garb.
Landee provided an accurate play-by-play on her blog with pictures, so I'll just repeat a lil bit of it, but with more flattering camera angles...
Here we are walking along with Nick Cage. Do dodo do do...
Drum pose with the BMG band...
These gize picked up the dinner tab, and in return, we paid a small portion of their lunch the next day. Like a $1 of it...
Here's Gty and Tony, patiently waiting for Evander Holyfield to finish up his business so they could chase him down the strip...
Not bad for a celly picture with no flash, eh?...
(Shout-out to Erin for inviting our kids over for a sleepover on Friday night so Tony and I could go out with no worries. Thanks Bones!!! Love your new table, btw.)
Friday the 27th was actually Tony's b-day. He's mid-thirties-ish now. I'm still 28. I got him a plane ticket to Portland to visit his sis and bro, and he can't wait. He also got to go see BMG and made a new BFF. ::pat on head:: Happy Birthday Tony!!!(<--he doesn't even read my blog you gize so he'll never see that)
Also you gize, I got my KenDoll on Friday! That's a whole nuther post tho so stay tuned...