Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Riveting, Deep Thoughts
This kid is going to win. As my mother, Lucille, would say, "Mark my words." And when she said that, well, look out.
I really liked Jason Castro again, but the judges didn't. Yes, he has some strange expressions. But when he explained that his paroxysms (where did that word just come from? 11th grade vocab class?) stem from insecurity, that endeared him to me. I really liked his version of "I Just Want to Be Your Everything." For the first time, I understood what the judges mean when they refer to making a song current.
I also liked David Hernandez. But he has some awkward, unsettling expressions, too, mainly a piercing stare into the camera that David Copperfield and his ilk tend to do. Perhaps David Hernandez is hypnotizing the TV audience into voting for him.
Chikezie came back crazy strong, like he had hard-core, immersion lessons in coolness, talent and "What Not to Wear" during the week.
But David Archuleta is going to win the big ticket. Jorge the Husband wondered why David chose the 3rd verse of "Imagine," as did Simon. Jorge thought maybe someone coached David to go with the 3rd verse to avoid the controversy of the lyrics of the 1st verse. BTW, I have always intensely disliked the lyrics, and resent the beautiful melody they're couched in. It's like the Snake in Eden.
Anyway, Mark. My. Words.
Next riveting update: We took Zo-Zo of the Glowing Eyes to the groomer. She was fine when she went, but when she came home, she was limping and her left eye looked cloudy and squinty!
Needless to say, we we all very concerned, even Jorge the Husband, who pretends he doesn't love Zoe but actually loves her more than life itself and would throw himself in front of a train or Big Wheel to save her. If he reads this and tries to deny it, do not believe him. If I had a tree and a knife right here, I would carve: "Jorge hearts Zoe" because it is eternally true forever. His emotional vulnerability is now exposed.
Anyway, I do not know if they restrained her in a harness and she hurt her hip in twisting around and/or they poked her in the eye. If so, that is one boot camp of a beauty treatment. I cannot say with 100% certainty that none of this was going on before she went, but I sure didn't notice it, if it was.
So, the poor little thing is getting roast beef tonight, a rare treat. Usually she must settle for a cereal nugget that falls or a cherry tomato rolling across the floor. And she was allowed to go into the No Man's/No Dog's Land, the "other" part of the house today, the Promised Land, where there is real carpet. She has pooped in there so many times in the past that she has been forced into exile, wandering around the perimeter of the Promised Land Living Room for 40 years before being allowed entry again--except for today, because she is pitiful. And she has been baby-talked and pampered ad nauseum.
But here is the weird relationship Jorge the H and I have: we both feel sorry for this little dog; however, last night, he looked down at her little squinty eye and said, "Poor little Left Eye Lopez," and I almost lost consciousness from laughing.
He didn't mean to be disrespectful to Lisa Lopes or mean to Zoe, and I knew that. Once again, I must aver that he secretly loves Zoe with all of his J-to-the-H heart. He just comes up with the most random stuff. And so all day today at work, when I would wonder what she was doing and how she was faring, all I could think of was, "Wonder how Little Left Eye Lopez is doing?"
Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes of TLC ("Don't Go Chasing Waterfalls")