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ai: 11 singers go british

What are you guys going to do next week when I’m aboard a large ship in the Caribbean and you don’t get to read my opinions about these guys? Or better yet, what am I going to do without my weekly Tivo’ed shows for a week? Oh, I know. I’ll lay in a chair poolside while watching the ocean pass by. Maybe I don’t have that much to complain about!

It’s British invasion night, which means maybe Simon will understand the songs. I don’t know if I should be embarrassed or not that I don’t recognize Peter Noone and Lulu.

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ai: the top 12

I glad we’re down to just two shows a week. Three shows were cutting into my regular TV calendar and I wasn’t even watching the result show. And let me tell you, I miss dramatic pauses before commercial break. I’m also glad we’re over to the “tricked out” stage, as Ryan explained, and I love when he plays the air drums with his microphone. Ryan Seacrest? Not one of my favorites. Have I made that obvious?Last week, Jared Cotter, Antonella Barba, Sabrina Sloan, and Sundance Head all were denied a trip to the final 12. While I’m glad I don’t have to listen to Antonella or Sundance anymore, I don’t know that Jared and Sabrina were the right other choices… but I obviously don’t speak for the rest of America.

Tonight is Diana Ross night, and I’m excited for that. I hope Sanjaya sings “I’m Coming Out” and Blake sings “Touch Me in the Morning”. No reason.

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ai: top 7 girls and one skanky skank

It’s girls’ night, Paula Abdul is missing, and Ryan has on a turtleneck. Less than one minute into the show and I’m rolling my eyes already. I bitch an awful lot about a show that I can’t miss multiple times a week. We said bye-bye to Alaina Alexander and Leslie Hunt last week, and for those playing at home, I actually guessed one of those right.

Two minutes into the show and Randy Jackson is making comments about Paula being under the table. This could be a long hour.

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ai: top 8 boys and some secrets

The Top 8 Boys are in the house tonight, and it’s down to only an hour of forced Coke commercials and not-so-witty comebacks by Ryan. We got rid of A.J. Tabaldo and Nick Pedro last week, both of which I’d guessed incorrectly, but I’m not very good at this guessing part of it anyway.

This week, we get to learn about secrets each of the contestants. I hope there are some good ones and not some douchey “I like asparagus” or “I want to be an astronaut” videos. I want some raw secrets, suckers. You better give ‘em to me.

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ai: the 10 girls a day late

Two weeks in a row where I have managed to fall asleep during the girls’ night, even though they’re probably better as a group. Hmm. I’m not sure what this means, but before I analyze it too much, let’s just go over a few things.I don’t remember any of their performances from last week, except Lakisha, who sang the song from Dreamgirls, and I just remember Jordin Sparks, because she’s adorable. I remember Antonella whatever her last name is sucking, and then reading about semi-dirty pictures of her showing up all over the internet. I just remember Melinda Doolittle’s name, and for the rest of them? Sorry, girls. I got nothin’.

It’s only one more week of this three night week bullshit, right? I’m tired of hearing Paula tell all the girls they’re beautiful. They may be, but seriously who cares.
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ai: 10 boys are back

Unfortunately, there will be no shoeless Paul Kim and no cute little Rudy Cardenas this week as the top 10 guys are on again tonight. They’re supposed to dedicate this week’s performances to people that inspire them or mean a lot to them or something to that effect. Naturally, it’s a super corny theme, because they can’t really get to in depth with the whole theme week just yet, I guess!

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matt buckstein, the lost idol

I’m blaming this post on the fact that the snow finally put the kibosh on my desired activities. It started by snowing in many a-vehicles to prevent a trip for brunching at Town Talk this morning, but it has made it a good day for the napping.

Do you guys remember Matt Buckstein? He’s the cowboy that tried out on American Idol last year, and ended up getting the boot right after the group performance, because he has that little cowboy kid that only sang to his turkeys – Garet Johnson. Or something like that. He tried out again this year and made it to the Top 40. He didn’t make the Top 24, because Paula told him he didn’t have that extra something that he needed to go on.

Instead of proclaiming he was screwed or complaining about the show in general, he went back home to Denver and decided to keep performing every week and let the folks on the internet vote on whether or not he should go on to the next round. It’s kinda dorky and nerdy, but it’s also kinda cute! Here’s the link to his first week’s performance, which I think he posted online last Tuesday, the same day the Final 12 Boys gave their first performance.

As it turns out, he’s been served with a cease and desist order from American Idol’s producers/legal team, telling him he can no longer use the term “Idol” now that he’s no longer on the show. You can hear him talk about it here.

So, while he may not be able to call himself “The Lost Idol”, I can, and that’s really the main reason for this post. The guy’s just having a good time, using the exposure he did get to his advantage, and the biggest show in America right now has to go and wreak havoc on his favorite hobby. Apparently they now have a copyright on the word idol. If that’s the case, I should be receiving my cease and desist order anytime now.

ai: and now the top 12 girls

I fell asleep last night during the top 12 girls’ first performance, so I’m watching it now. It works out, I suppose, because the elimination show happens to fall on Thursday nights in the beginning which interfere with Survivor, and that is a no-no.

The girls are never my favorite. During the past four years (I didn’t watch the first season), I’ve never had a girl that I’ve really wanted to win, except Kimberley Locke. Oh, let’s be honest. I wanted her to get second place, so my gay boyfriend Clay Aiken could have won the whole thing.

From the auditions, I only remember the Antonella chick, and I just read on that there Internets today, that someone found dirty pictures of her online. Oooh, I have scandal!

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ai: it starts with the top 12 boys

The two-hour long American Idol fest begins tonight. It’s that time of season where we see way too much of Ryan Seacrest or Secrest or Secrete or however you spell his last name and a Coke commercial every 10 minutes. It’s also that time of season where I spend two nights a week blogging about the show. Hey, I need something to keep me busy until baseball season starts up, right?

Tonight, the 12 boys start off, and really, I can only remember the auditions of a few. Without a doubt, though, I’m sure we’ll see a recap of every single damn contestant for the next however many weeks this show goes on. And I’ll bitch about it, but I’ll watch it. Every week. And then I’ll write about it. Because that’s the kind of awesome life I have.

Your comment and opinions are always welcome!

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melodramatic isn’t a strong enough word

I’m watching American Idol again this year. It’s not like that’s a shocker. I even got into a discussion with my chiropractor’s office manager about the damn show today.
You know what I’m tired of already this year, even though it’s into the second week of the season? The sob stories.

Some girl name Ashanti is reciting a clearly over-rehearsed speech about her struggles to make it to the tryouts for the third or fourth time and blah blah blah. What cracks me up is that these horrible singers thing they’re actually going to change the judges mind by saying: “You don’t understand!” They may not understand, but even more importantly? They don’t care.

I hate it when they girls dress like hooches. I hate it when people dress up like Uncle Sam. I hate it when people honestly think they’re really, really good and, well, aren’t. I hate it when people say that their family or their friends or their co-workers convince the people they know to try out, knowing damn good and well they’re gonna sound like a dying camel. I hate anytime Randy Seacrest opens his mouth.
But, man, I love the show. I love it when Simon checks out the 19 year old girls that walk in. I love it when Randy gets to the point where he can’t stop laughing. I love it when Paula has to pass on someone and doesn’t know how to tell them. And I love that no matter how horrible a singer might be at the beginning of the show, and no matter how badly I want to turn the damn show off, I don’t – I sit through the two hour episode because it sucks me in like one hell of a vacuum.