reality doesn't entirely bite
let me just say that i am a huge dork and i am totally psyched that american idol has returned to the television waves. under most circumstances, i consider myself to be a relatively intelligent individual with enough willpower and a high enough IQ to resist zoning into completely mind numbing excuses for entertainment. this, however, is not the case with american idol which is in a fight for the death competition with "wife swap" for being the best show on television. (the writer's strike, of course, is mostly to blame for such a matchup--under normal circumstances it would be the office vs. 30 rock, but i digress...)
everytime i watch it, i start singing more ridiculously impossible songs in the privacy of my own shower because even my feeble attempt at "i will always love you" is superior to these glutton for punishment rejects who think they can sing but really sound like their vocal cords just went through the garbage disposal but then get pissed off at simon because they are so pathetic and tone deaf that they dont even realize they suck and will just try "actressing" instead.
in short, it makes me feel a tad better about myself. i get the same feeling watching intervention because watching seriously addicted druggies and alcoholics struggle to get clean makes my boozing look like a tea party.
plus, where else can you catch the sweet symphony of a toothless ben franklin impersonator moaning through a negro spiritual, an egyptian named yuca with a thing for the beegees, glitter tantrums (take it, take it!), a tobias lookalike singing "no sex allowed", chest waxing, and a paula abdul stalker who would "caulk her" if she "were a bathtub."
thank you, philidelphia.
everytime i watch it, i start singing more ridiculously impossible songs in the privacy of my own shower because even my feeble attempt at "i will always love you" is superior to these glutton for punishment rejects who think they can sing but really sound like their vocal cords just went through the garbage disposal but then get pissed off at simon because they are so pathetic and tone deaf that they dont even realize they suck and will just try "actressing" instead.
in short, it makes me feel a tad better about myself. i get the same feeling watching intervention because watching seriously addicted druggies and alcoholics struggle to get clean makes my boozing look like a tea party.
plus, where else can you catch the sweet symphony of a toothless ben franklin impersonator moaning through a negro spiritual, an egyptian named yuca with a thing for the beegees, glitter tantrums (take it, take it!), a tobias lookalike singing "no sex allowed", chest waxing, and a paula abdul stalker who would "caulk her" if she "were a bathtub."
thank you, philidelphia.