Damn. I fell asleep in the middle of watching The Search for the Next Pussycat Doll last night. It's American Idol as produced by the Mafia. The set is even designed like a New Jersey strip club.
I drifted off where Chelsea or somebody was in an argument with another girl over forgetting lines to a song. That's a pretty hard thing to do since most of the songs are "my hump my hump...hump my lady lumps" types and nursery rhymy disco melodies. It's like forgetting how to chew food. So if anyone knows what happened, drop me a line. Who was made to hang up their boa last night?
Meanwhile this Sandgina Malakar on American Idol keeps hanging on despite having less stage presence and likability than William Hung, and I'm getting fed up with it. Why doesn't he just become a girl and get it over with? He wants to be one. I rest only because I know that no producer of a show of that caliber will let this go on for very long despite what the merry pranksters at various websites are trying to do. That's right, they will cheat to make sure that Sandygina gets kicked off the show and soon, no matter the vote. Why wouldn't they? Who's gonna know?
I'll tell you what, though. If the untenable does happen and Sandgina does make it past either of the two good black female singing women, you can blame the Quiz Show Scandals of the 50s for that. Damn do-gooders got their panties in a wad that some shows were rigged for better drama. Who's hurt? No one. Even the loser gets free parting gifts and lots of sexual attention for being famous from TV.
They've shut down payola and plugola so a guy can't make some extra bucks anymore. Now everything has to be petty corruption free, so Americans won't be misled that they are watching something exciting. This leads to the distinct possibility that in a couple of months American youth will vote as their idol a scared teenager who doesn't even know what sex he wants to be.
I'm going back to watch Pussycat Dolls again next week. They know what they are...and they like it.
Some notes from last week's road trip....
I want to thank the DOTs of both NC and Virginia for reminding me on their jumbotron signs over the highway to reset my clock forward and change the batteries on my smoke alarm. Thanks, but what does this have to do with DRIVING? I wonder if they are preparing a "Pay your taxes" sign for mid-April. I'd like to request a Christmas shopping days countdown around Thanksgiving.
Bumper sticker: "I love my credit union." Everyone loves something, I guess.
I don't like credit and I don't like unions, and that's why I park my big cash legal settlements in a regular bank. I've never used a credit union ever, but I know people who swear by them. They must have better snack items in the lobby. My Wachovia barely has furniture in it. However, there's one every block, and it's really just day care for cash so I never go in. Just use the ole computer box and send portions of it flying off to some Japanese people every month.
Aside from a blatant bumper sticker show of affection, the best way to spot a credit union person is at the grocery store checkout, where you will find them in their natural habitat. At the front of the line writing checks and waiting for them to be approved while everyone else with an ATM or credit card waits with melting frozen food.
According to the announcer on Sirius Radio's Classic Vinyl channel (16, I believe), the music they play on that channel "liberated a generation." I must disagree. It actually entrapped 4 generations with brain dead ideas, such as "war is wrong," "guns are bad," "pesticides are evil," "poor people are the best." Unless you are talking about the music they played at abortion clinics after 1973. That music certainly did help liberate several generations from having to bear any of the burdens of life.
I keep getting called by a recording from East Paulding High School telling me my son was absent from school today. I appreciate the heads up and I'm glad you're looking out for the safety of my children, except I don't have a son or anything that resides in Paulding County, so take my number off your list.
If they call again, I will post the number here so readers can have a good time with it. I can't find it now. It scrolled off my received call list after another day of fielding calls from friendly car dealers who won't give me the price quote I requested on the internet. Exactly one salesman out of 10 has bothered so far to do what I axed and give me detailed price quotes on the cars I'm interested in. The rest have been variations on,"Looking forward to meeting you. We do have the car you're looking for. Come in anytime." Very helpful. I wasn't sure if you had any cars left or you were open anymore. Thanks for the note.
Here's an interesting tidbit of data about me I just discovered while trying to find the East Paulding number. I've cumulatively talked on my current cell phone for 342 hours, 47 minutes, 52 seconds. That compresses to two weeks of non-stop talking. How interesting and meaningless is that at the same time?