1. I'm going to Minnesota, if for nothing else than to once more spread my father's ashes on Martin Luther King's grave. Because my dad isn't dead, I'm going to have to ask for another finger.
2. Why does nobody recognize the utter and sad redundancy in a 5th "grand" American Idol crowning? It's like watching the Peloponnesian War unfold year after year. Please notice that only Kelly Clarkson remains popular. Clay is a gay joke. Ruben is a fat joke. And nobody knows who the others are. Now there's a gray-haired super-tool whose fans call themselves "Soul Patrol?" For fuck's sake. I'm never as angry/relieved as I am on the last day of American Idol. I hate this show more than I've ever hated anything in the past, present, or future.
Maybe. I hate a lot.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
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Dude, you just need to EMBRACE THE SOUL PATROL!!!
I'll make you a mix cd full of the Gray Fox's finest performances, taped off of the TV with a boom box onto tape. We can listen to it on repeat all the way up to Minnesota!
You'll love it!
Looks like we're up to a full car again. I feel bad for whoever ends up in the backseat.
I request that you make another travel agenda. I'll even accept you writing in the car after I pick you up.
Also, I'm bringing Diva Madlibs.
Greatest moment in american history!?, I felt a part of something... the question is what? 65 million votes, he should be President.
Harry, let me know when you're back from Minnesota, so we can watch "The Puritan"-your shining moment in Pop Culture history, very much unlike the American Idol people.
Indeed I will, Andy, though I will be in Mexico next week. I tried to call you back, but is your phone not working anymore?
Personal business aside, I feel like my anger in this post should have been more witty, although I wasn't really willing to spend time on it. I did post a comment on TVSquad.com where I proffered a parellel show entitled "Hammer Time" all about mediocre tools, but I don't know how witty that ended up being either.
I'm drying up. I must refill myself at the Twain well.
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