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2003-05-19
Blah blah blah Well, tonight's show was a useless little romp, no? Blah blah roll out the other 8 finalists blah another spooky ad for that spooky kid's version of "AI" blah with the spooky 11 year old girls singing "I'm Your Lady" blah blah and finish up with yet another turgid go-around with the worst song ever -- no matter who sings it -- "God Bless the USA." Blah blah blah. I'm serious. Was there really a need to stretch this out to three nights? TANGENT: I bet Simon is secretly an Air Supply fan. He's had poofy hair and little jogging shorts in his past. These are physical characteristics that fairly scream "Airhead." Earlier this evening, my houseboy described our Clay's 'do as looking like he'd "haphazardly glued the hair of a hundred Barbie dolls all over his head." I turned to him and calmly replied, "Clay Aiken has size 13 1/2 shoes." That shut him up. Discuss. -Lisa blog comments powered by Disqus |