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Thursday, February 4, 2010

We like American Idol. Too much.

Well, I have huevos all over my face. I thought last night was just going to be a shitty clip show featuring only the best, worst and bat shit insane from American Idol's audition circuit (which is why Molly went to go see From Paris With Love instead). I appreciate their efforts, but I don't really need a "previously on American Idol" recap — the shows not that hard to follow. So I was thrown off when I got a pretty decent episode but I'll try my best to bullshit my way through this post.

"General" Pants (On The Ground) had a lovely tribute but I would expect nothing less for a hero than a "POTG" rendition performed by Ithaca College's A Capella group (probably called something like "Tune Up" or "Sweet Emotions") (Side note: Molly's sister Jodie, who is a sophomore at Ithaca actually gave us the scoop on this before the show). Larry Platt is awesome and I hope he returns to perform on the finale. For chrissake, the man fucking fought to desegregate Savannah, got his ass kicked all the way from Selma to Montgomery so that Rev. Hosea Williams could dub him "General" — a name given to him to illustrate his sheer badassness. And if you're ever in Atlanta on September 4th don't forget to celebrate Larry Platt Day. That's right. There's a fucking holiday for him. Where's your holiday? Right. So shut up and show some respect.

Oddly enough, there were lots "never before seen" contestants who were left out until now for reasons I can't comprehend. The majority of them were more interesting and often better than other contestants from subsequent episodes. Even the weirdos were weirder! Take the 6'8" gentle giant who sang like a 13-year-old girl. He was more fun to watch than some redneck being told he sucks just so he can flip out on the judges while America watches uncomfortably. If American Idol wanted to save the best for last, I really wish they wouldn't have prefaced the best with six weeks of bullshit.

I really enjoyed the episode but it still exhausted me. And the fact that watching television makes me exhausted is another topic all together. But it was like I had finished a multiple choice test only to find an essay portion on the last page. I'll just take my D and move on. If anything this was just a way for American Idol to hedge it's bets and give some screen time to people before Hollywood airs next week.

Hollywood week might be my favorite portion of the show because it's the survivor round. This is the week where people fight, back stab, double talk and cry. Boy, do they cry. I shouldn't have to mention it, but Hollywood week is also when we welcome Ellen Degeneres to the judge's table. From what I gathered from the few seconds of clips, Ellen has some sack. I don't think she is going to be the nice, cutesy Paula fill-in we thought she'd be. Leave the pats on the back to Kara, Ellen is here to shake things up.

Another side note: Even though my readership is only as widespread as the people in my office I force to read this, I want to wish a happy birthday to my mom in Brenham, TX. You don't look a day over awesome. Love you!

Posted 2010-02-04 15:26:02
You're awesome, Tommy!

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