My coworker knows to remind me to watch American Idol. See, I'm really crap at watching television. And it's not that I don't like it - I just don't have the interest/gumption/attention span/memory/whatever to remember when things are on. Yes, yes, I know that's what DVR is for, but my DVR is pretty logjammed with old movies. Things like Faster Pussycat, Kill! Kill! and Cleo from 5 to 7 that are far too expensive to find on DVD. (Not to mention the fact that my DVD player is still not hooked up properly, where's my fuckin handyman???) Add this to the fact that I watch too many sporting events and my TV schedule is pretty much fixed. (Ed note - the only series I DVR at the moment are Rock of Love (RIP), America's Next Top Delusional Talk Show Host, and Make Me a Supermodel).
Anyway, that said, I DVRed Idol last night (of course, I only remembered to do so about 15 minutes in and therefore in my mind there is only one female contestant). My assessment is as follows: somebody needs to punch Adam Lambert in the fucking face. Yes, he's an incredible talent, but JESUS H CREESTO he is a Ken doll!!! (Not a good thing, Ken dolls don't have bits). Break something, Lambert, even if it's just a sweat. My favorite is Kris. But he needs some serious, serious tattoos. And probably shouldn't have blown his marriage load so quickly. Lil girls gotta dream, don't they? I would rather he win than Alison because ultimately, the world of Idol throwaways has room for only one Kelly Clarkson.
And, just as a side note - why the hell was Vince Neil invited to DISCO NIGHT?
Fun times, like big brunches on Sundays.
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