Frankly, I hate reality TV shows. They are stupid, don't have any semblance of thought in them (beyond the simple task of sending a creative text to a number senselessly flashed on the screen) and are, generally, completely uninteresting. However, the one show that I will watch on occasion is the one mentioned in the title of the post: Amurrican Idol.
It started this year, like most years, with being drawn in by the potential horribleness of the auditions. Y'know, for a good laugh. So, yea, most years I start watching the show, telling myself that the auditions will be as far as I go.
Inevitably, I become at least somewhat attached to a person or two, and feel the need to see them in Hollywood; see if they have a chance at going the distance. However, and I say this proudly, it has almost always ended there. I will then recapture my Tuesday and Wednesday nights, rescuing them from the monotonous week-after-week regime of American Idol. This season was different. I found a guy, a man you could say, that I really really liked.
Love is probably too strong of a word, at least at the beginning, but he was iPod worthy for sure. So, I kept on watching. Week-after-week, I would DVR Amurrican Idol, allowing me to fastforward past all of the clearly inferior talent and go straight towards the interesting stuff.
David Cook.
So, to keep this short (I told you, it probably takes more effort for you to read this than it takes me to actually write this), DC better win tonight. Or else.
But seriously, I'm not going to watch. Living out on the West Coast, I can find out who wins at 7 PM out here, an entire whopping hour before the show even goes on the air. So, yea, take that. Beotch.
But seriously.
It started this year, like most years, with being drawn in by the potential horribleness of the auditions. Y'know, for a good laugh. So, yea, most years I start watching the show, telling myself that the auditions will be as far as I go.
Inevitably, I become at least somewhat attached to a person or two, and feel the need to see them in Hollywood; see if they have a chance at going the distance. However, and I say this proudly, it has almost always ended there. I will then recapture my Tuesday and Wednesday nights, rescuing them from the monotonous week-after-week regime of American Idol. This season was different. I found a guy, a man you could say, that I really really liked.
Love is probably too strong of a word, at least at the beginning, but he was iPod worthy for sure. So, I kept on watching. Week-after-week, I would DVR Amurrican Idol, allowing me to fastforward past all of the clearly inferior talent and go straight towards the interesting stuff.
David Cook.
So, to keep this short (I told you, it probably takes more effort for you to read this than it takes me to actually write this), DC better win tonight. Or else.
But seriously, I'm not going to watch. Living out on the West Coast, I can find out who wins at 7 PM out here, an entire whopping hour before the show even goes on the air. So, yea, take that. Beotch.
But seriously.
