Thursday, February 28, 2008
AI Play by Play
(This post is a continuation of the post below, which was a continuation of the post below that. It's like an AI spastic stream of consciousness play-by-play.)
In other words, I'm like RYAN'S MOM!
I guess that's cool?
I was starting to write about how I'm not that crazy about the girls when I had the surreal moment of hearing Ryan say, "Simon, my mom and LINDA CROW both noticed that you are doing a 'half moose' with your hand a lot."
At least that's what I heard Ryan say right after I wrote the post below. (I slay me with my uncanny AI psychic power.)
So, anyway, I'm not into this season's girls as much as guys.
I liked that they've been singing 70s songs, but it's curious that no one did the Eagles. I mean, come on; they ruled for most of that decade.
Ooh Jason is out. I was kind of hoping Jason Yeager was going, but now I feel for him. Except now he's going to sing, and I am going to die a slow cruise ship entertainment death. Sorry, Jason.
I am hoping that Amanda goes, as well. She's trying too hard. It's over the top. It's Cruella DeVille meets Bonnie Tyler.
Did you see that slick, high-tech corn-yield commercial? Are there a lot of farmers watching AI? I guess farmers are well-known for their love of the performing arts.
Dude. What is wrong with America? Amanda is not better than Alexandrea. So what if Alex's name sounds like a character on Dynasty? (Alexandrea Lushington).
Jorge the Husband wants to know if any of you voted FOR Amanda. Why is he insinuating himself into my blog and my cyber friendships?
Left Eye Lopez has just done something bad, really bad, in the laundry room. Perhaps it is her critical opinion of AI.
Ok, I'm back. I wanted some MUFA chocolate while I'm watching AI, but that clean up on aisle Laundry Room just killed that desire.
Why is Carly acting relieved? No one thought she was going home.
Oh, poor Alaina. Wow, the other girl (Kady?) was shocked that it was Alaina and not she.
Oh, Danny Noriega. You do emote.
So Robbie is going home. I have a feeling that for the rest of his life, if anyone says anything even remotely like, "Are you for real, man?" he's going postal. Every single time this kid sang, the judges said, "Who are you?" "You say you're a rocker, but really, who are you?" "I just think you're more something else than who you say you are." Yikes. If he has to have counseling for identity crisis, America will know why.
Well, that's it for AI this week. It's time to put away this fluff and circumstance and move onto something with substance: LOST!