I’m watching the Lincoln mayoral debate on television right now. Lest there be any doubt, I wholeheartedly and unhesitatingly endorse Ken Svoboda for mayor. If you’d like to know more about him, click here. He’s all about building Lincoln’s economy. It’s time for Granny Colleen’s reign of terror to end, and Ken is just the guy to replace her. It’s time to get a Republican into that office.
There. I said it. What? You want to say something?
Now, flipping to American Idol. I used to ridicule this show, but thanks to Angie and Amy, it has sunk its foul talons into me and now I’m shamelessly addicted to it. So, I might as well share my thoughts about some of its contestants.
I’ll start with Melinda Doolittle. She has the best vocals of any of the contestants. That is beyond dispute. Initially, she was my favorite to win. Now, though, I’m disillusioned with her. For one thing, I’m tired of her overblown humility act. It was cute early when the competition was new. Now, it just comes across as false. Act like you’ve been in the endzone before, Melinda. And grow a neck, too.
Sanjaya. I’ve been referring to him as the face of evil, but I’ve rethought that. No, he isn’t as talented as the rest of the finalists. But it’s all beyond his control. He obviously appeals to a large demographic, and let’s face it: the producer/pimps that run the show are as much behind his monster as any voters. Putting things up for a vote just lets them wash their hands of it.
Then there’s Blake Whatshisname. A lot of people like him to win this thing. I don’t. That’s great and fun that he can beatbox, and he has shown that a gimmick like that is like a gravy train with biscuit wheels. Too bad his vocals are comparably weak and uninspiring compared to those of some of the other performers. If this was 1999, he’d have done fine in a boy band. That’s not a compliment. I don’t know what Paula had mixed into her Coca-Cola beverage last night when she praised his singing.
That brings me to Chris Richardson, the poor man’s Justin Timberlake. We certainly don’t need another one of those. And I hate the fact that he was featured in one of my beloved Mustang commercials.
Well, it looks like Chris Sligh has hit the end of his road. That’s too bad. I liked the guy. He was funny and reminded me of the Tom Baker Doctor Who. He was a good vocalist, too, and he loved his wife. Those are all things I greatly appreciate. I think he was maligned, and unfairly, I might add, for his ultra-conservative Christian background. That’s a shame, but not unexpected.
Two of my other favorites were also in the bottom two, Haley and Phil. I think Phil is the best remaining male vocalist, but he looks like Sick Boy, and that’s been a problem for him. I don’t see Haley lasting a lot longer, but the fact that she’s the most attractive remaining female performer could certainly help her out. She does have ability, but is also quite inconsistent.
I have to say something about the judges. Simon is honestly the only one with a shred of ability to judge talent. Randy and Paula are pretty much worthless. They just parrot each other’s opinions about 90% of the time, and, WTH, they’ve never heard of 311? Were they living under a rock during the late 90’s? I honestly feel dumber each and every time the two of them speak. I really shouldn’t watch the show at all, but, as I mentioned, I’m shamelessly hooked and I won’t stop watching.
I don’t even know off hand how long it has been since I last blogged. Regardless, the last few weeks have certainly been eventful. Probably the most significant thing is that I moved out of Ted’s place just a week and a half ago. It was bittersweet; I lived at Theo’s house for almost three and a half years and have a good many fond memories of that time. But really, once Ted and Kelly got engaged, I knew my days there were drawing to a close. Anyway, I made it through the painful process of packing and moved way across town into Jason’s new townhouse. I’m getting settled in and really liking it there. I also transferred my Prairie Life Center membership from the West Q branch to the one on 70th and A St. The latter makes the former look like a shoebox. I love it.
Spring football practice has started, so I’ve been staying on top of the updates that are posted at HuskersIllustrated.com. I feel terrible for Kenny Wilson. He broke his femur while moving a TV, which will likely keep him out of commission for an entire year. It’s really, really hard to come back from an injury like that. I hope he can. Zac Bowman also hurt his knee yesterday. I’m cautiously optimistic that it isn’t a season ender like his ACL tear last year. We really need him.
A couple weekends ago, I went to the Shrine Circus with Angie, Amy, Joel, and Aubrie. It was entertaining, but I can’t help but feel bad for the animals. There was a lion that was grossly overweight, which can’t be good for it’s health, especially when it’s commanded to run and jump around such as it was. I felt bad for the elephants, too. Watching some of the people who attended the circus was almost as entertaining. One lady, for example, looked almost exactly like Hurley from Lost. Not a good thing.
Well, that’s all I have for now. Here’s a haiku about The Office.
Some people like Pam.
Other people like Karen.
I like Angela.
Seriously, Angela, Kevin, and Oscar (the accountants) are the unsung heroes of this show. There are five episodes airing this Thursday, which will set the stage for the new episode next week. What a great television program.
Keep Hope Alive, and have a good one.
Love,
Nate
