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Man. Oh, man.
By briantologist | February 2, 2006
As we watch this season of “American Idol,” Erin and I have repeatedly remarked on how much we love the fact that, after what seems like weeks of auditions every year, Simon, Paula, and Randy are visibly beaten down by the experience, to the point where often, by the end of the day, Paula doesn’t lift her head off the table, and Simon doesn’t break from leaning back in his chair, staring at the ceiling, and calculating his boat payment. Entire auditions go by this way. It’s magical, if nothing else because it’s such a humanizing moment for the judges: Clearly they feel exactly like we, the viewing public do. In that regard, AI is among the most emotionally honest programs on television.
Bon appetit. You’ve been warned.
Topics: 'Murkin Idol, Television | 10 Comments »
February 2nd, 2006 at 10:10 am
I keep wondering how much longer they can continue American Idol. I mean…I’m waiting for the day that Simon just leaps across the table to throttle someone while Randy throws himself on a sword and Paula tears her hair out.
February 2nd, 2006 at 10:15 am
I can’t tell you how often I’ve wondered the same thing myself. It’s a miracle the three of them have held on that long; Simon, at the very least, does not need the money, and by now Randy and Paula probably don’t either. The looks of shock and horror on their faces just never, ever, ever get old.
February 2nd, 2006 at 10:19 am
And there are so many GODDAMN big titties & fat asses that seriously I’ve become anorexic AND big titties & fat asses have lost their spark. I used to love the junk. These days I’m heading to the bathroom to purge. After eating my celery stick.
Very sad that the junk doesn’t do it for me anymore.
I mean, when it looks like someone has an ass on their chest, they should really do something about it. Shit.
Simon had it right last night about the potatoes in the sack thing. Jesus! I swear to gawd Ms. Red Pants was about to take Simon out, though. She scared me.
February 2nd, 2006 at 11:23 am
Last night after I talked to you, I flipped past AI. I paused for a second, thinking about maybe stopping and then I turned to Allen and said, “Yeah, I won’t do that to you” and kept clicking.
February 2nd, 2006 at 11:49 am
Can you guys adopt me? I used to be a nanny you know.
February 2nd, 2006 at 12:58 pm
Despite the collective moans in my living room when we realized that next week was yet another round of horrible audition tapes, we still don’t miss an episode.
I don’t know if it’s the excitement of seeing someone you like do well, or that secret burning desire to watch them fall flat on their faces, but I love the Idol.
February 2nd, 2006 at 5:27 pm
surprise surprise, dooce linked to you guys. and you said you wouldn’t read her. I bet your IRL friends.=-==
February 2nd, 2006 at 7:04 pm
There are lots of people who read this. I don’t read everything they have to say either.
February 2nd, 2006 at 11:27 pm
Doesn’t matter to me if you read my stuff, I just hang out because you guys crack me up. Plus I’m crazy about The Wee Bean. ;)
February 3rd, 2006 at 7:29 am
See, we’re in it almost entirely for the audition rounds. I never get tired of them. By the time the competition comes around, I’ve gotten into the habit of watching, and just kinda can’t stop.