The ongoing saga of the Ugly Mug Contest wherein people leave me comments mainly to say, "I am NOT doing this contest" has already caused me to designate 2009 as "The Year of the Lame Contest," the contest that will live ignominiously in my head for years to come.
Case in point: I had 40 comments at the time of this writing, 99% of those reaffirming, "I am NOT going to do this contest," in case I was somehow sorely mistaken about people doing this contest. Thanks for clearing that up, people who are NOT doing this contest.
So, when I die, just go ahead and engrave on my tombstone: "Ayyy Had an Ugly Mug Contest on my Blog that Tanked." Of course, everyone standing around my grave will say, "Well, I never did. I de-junked my cabinets. What idiot keeps ugly mugs around and then publishes pictures of them on the Internet, anyway? I, for one, most certainly did NOT do that contest."
One or two of you are hanging in there, though. Here's the way to do the post, if you think you're woman (or man) enough: See Rissa Roo, my new best friend who isn't ashamed to say she's got an ugly mug, at These Three Remain.
Contest Hint: Goodwill. Good grief, People.
Yes, THIS is season 8 of AI.
Well, it was more of the same as all of the early audition shows. And still ... I stuck around for the whole two hours. The old standards included: The guy with the picked out 'fro tap dancing to a Michael Jackson song ... Bikini girl ... Randy giving 100 million percent support to the first good contestant; it's all good, Dawg, even if it's old.
The one new thing: Judge Kara Dio Guardi (whom I'd never heard of because I'm not a pop music connoisseur, but I do play one on my blog.) Apparently, she's a pop hit writing machine.
Favorite moment: The response of a bubbly girl named Brianna to Simon's disapproval of her audition, "Aw, Simeeee!"
It's why I keep coming back. It's always the same, and yet ... it's always worse.