Thursday, March 01, 2007

Nah...I Wasn't Feeling it, Dawg...

I've succumbed to American Idol.

In the past I've watched the early weeks (aka The Parade of the Delusional), and then gracefully bowed out when it became about singing. This year, I'm in for the stretch.

Key factors to my buy-in:
  • the 2+2 American Idol Wagering forum
  • The Antonella Barba white-trash-a-thon (For this I post no links. Find it yourself)
  • The Feldman American Idol betting pool (Being far away, i'm more motivated to be involved)
  • dialidol.com : A really cool way to predict who's getting how many votes based on rates of busy signals
  • Melinda Doolittle (Here doing "My Funny Valentine"): Who is awesome and may win despite looking 50 and wearing really retarded pants-suits every week.
  • Wiki articles about old contestants, with lists of every song they ever performed on the show, plus youtube, where you can see them all = staying up very late a few times.
  • Some other reasons that I won't fess up to unless you hit me with a knotted rope a ala "Casino Royale"

    • So I'm in, and therefore 10% closer to actually being a teenage girl.
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    1 comment:

    Anonymous said...

    All those reasons, plus the complete and utter unintelligibility of Randy Jackson. That's some good shit. I think they just wake him up and drag him out of his cave once a year a la Mel Kiper during the NFL draft. He's become more entertaining than Paula recently.

    I feel like his comments are prerecorded. "I don't know, Dog, that was a little pitchy for me." or "Yo, that was hot! You knocked it out the box!" That's all he has to choose from any more. He should just stomp his foot once for yes or twice for no.

    7:37 AM

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