Just one?

January 15, 2009

Due to circumstances far beyond my control, namely my hometown hoops team playing on the road in San Antonio, I could not be bothered to watch that train-wreck that we call Idol. No, I could not! At least not for the first half hour or so. I was however receiving text messages from the good Professor discussing the “hotness” of various of the frauds calling themselves contestants. Apparently, and according to the Professor…

Casey Carlson’s a hottie

Jamar sucks! Ew! Horrible

Castro’s little bro is F’ing hot (errr, wait, that one might have belonged to me)

I also received this communique from the Professor…

O…M…Fing…God…Um…just the whole thing. Love the whole thing because it’s so terrible.

Now see, I was too busy watching my hometown hoops team put on a might display and master’s degree class on the courts of San Antonio while still managing to loose by one freakin point to be bothered (am I repeating myself). I will say that pink hair aside, I liked me some Castro boy. You’ll recall last season that little Mr. Jason Castro strummed my heart strings and sent all sorts of naughty thoughts a rippin and a floatin through my fair head. Should little bro make it on through, one can imagine the state of ecstasy I’ll find myself in. Lawd have mercy!!

Apparently, Kansas City (a city I unfortunately know too much about) brought us at least one contestant who, if Mr. Randy Jackson is to be believed, sounds like a cross between Fantasia and Mary J. Blige. Now kids, I heard that songstress myself and couldn’t agree more with Mr. Jackson. I’m lookin for this rockin hot mamma to be in our final 12 and, if she doesn’t screw the pooch, may even be in the finals.

Mr. Metrosexual, Ryan Seacrest, informed us of course (as he does each season) that this was the most talented season so far. But, we’ve only seen one performer who might fit that bill. Will Hollywood week reveal more talent or, is it just a gimmick? We shall see!

And now, I’m off to work on my hangover! Lawd kids, the head is a poundin like it was a ball being manhandled by number 24!


May 8, 2008

I was absolutely much too busy last evening watching Kobe Bryant receive his first ever MVP award to watch the show I’m suppose to write about. I don’t care! Frankly, unless they had given me the judges seats on Idol and sat Buddha and Gandhi on either side of me, I just couldn’t be bothered. And, if I’m being honest, and you know I always am, even Buddha and Gandhi, as much as I appreciate them, may not have been enough of a draw to drag me away from my excellent seats at the Staples Center watching Kobe receive his MVP trophy and then kick the Utah Jazz’s ass! Ok…he didn’t do it by himself…but, gotta tell ya, he was pretty amazing to watch!

So, here’s the deal. I did not watch Bo Bice perform. We all know he’s a nice guy and yeah…whatever. I did not watch Maroon 5 belt out their latest. And I love me some Maroon 5. But even had they been nakkid on stage, I just couldn’t be bothered! I did not watch what we already knew was going to happen. I heard on the news this morning. Yes, you heard that right…I heard on the news. Say WHAT?!?!? Seriously, if LA news doesn’t have anything more important to report than the axing of Jason Castro, a contestant most deserving to be axed, then we’re in a heap of trouble. Then again, it is LA and our stars are as important as our homicides. That’s not totally a bad thing!