American Idol (part 7)

My wife just informed me that I am now missing American Idol. In what sense did she mean that? Was she telling me how I should feel? Or was she stating a fact that I sit here blogging instead of being glued to the tube.

So this is a very time-sensitive blog. Could my dearest speak those same words an hour from now? So if you are reading this at a time after 8 pm Central on Wednesday night, you can pretend to be in a time warp, almost like time traveling. And I suppose you won't be faced with the dilemma of whether to watch or not.

But my wife is in the other room and she is laughing. What am I missing? Our dog is not holding his paws over his ears, so it can't be that.

Oh, wait now the paws are coming up. Well it's best for me to stay holed up here in my office.

American Idol (part 6)

My own A.I. show:





Thanks Dave!!!

American Idol (part 5)

We used a gift certificate this afternoon for our after church lunch. We ate at the Macaroni Grill, a first for both the Warden and me. It was actually delicious. We joined some friends from church, a mixed couple. One grew up in the suburbs of Minneapolis and one grew up in Canada. Eh?

It was fun because us Americans, real Americans, out-numbered the Canuck five to one. He was trying to hold his own, but it was his wife that got the biggest smile out of us by asking him what he calls a woman who works in a brothel. His reply, a “whooo-er,” closely rhyming with “sewer,” not our conventional “south of the border” rhyme with “store.”

So I learned something new today. I knew they wore tukes (however that is spelled) and they are always hard of hearing saying “eh?” to everything and I knew they ended their alphabet with a zed, but I thought whoooo-ers were confined to Whoville.

Now how does this all tie into American Idol you might ask. Well, Weird Al did a wonderful song entitled “Canadian Idiot, which was a parody of Green Day’s song “American Idiot,” which Green Day (which sounds an awfully lot like “good day”) did not sing on the American Idol TV show. Come to think of it Weird Al never performed his version on American Idol either, and I don’t believe that anyone who has ever sung on American Idol has ever covered this song of his. But, if Mr. Al had sung on American Idol, THEN I would have watched and maybe even taped or TiVo-ed it. So yet another rationale for not watching American Idol--no Weird Al songs.

For as Weird Al says:
Don't wanna be a Canadian idiot
Don't wanna be some beer swillin' hockey nut
And do I look like some frostbitten hose-head?
I never learned my alphabet from A to Zed

Well maple syrup and snow's what they export
They treat curling just like it's a real sport
They think their silly accent is so cute
Can't understand a thing they're talkin' aboot

That almost says it all. Except to say that Canadians are the greatest. They're always so nice, even as us big ugly Americans pick on them. And I guess the worst way that we pick on them is by sending them our American TV shows.

And how do they respond?
Second City
Red Green

American Idol (part 4)

In visiting my blogging father I was inspired by someone who should definitely be on American Idol. You can link to him at http://ideajoy.blogspot.com/2007/01/haunted-by-pachelbel.html. Or I can try to figure out how to post a youtube deal on my own blog. Maybe I should just ask. Hey Dave!

American Idol (part 3)

I've found my new model for blogging. Maybe I will include this guy in my sidebar if I ever get around to it. His name is Bjorn. I could tell you more about him, but I'll let his blog speak for itself. I won't tell you what he calls his blog, because I feel he's done a great job encapsulating what it’s all about himself.

To easily get to his blog you will need to click here, yes right here on this word now.

Wasn’t that worth it? But what does this have to do with American Idol? Well I think Bjorn gets it.

On a somewhat different note, there are many fine people that dare to put up with what it takes to showcase their talent. I actually had breakfast Wednesday morning with a long time friend and relative whose niece made all those who watched the first show of the season very proud. She made Excelsior, MN proud. My mother who religiously watches the show rather than ever reading my blog told me all about it.

My mother watches American Idol. I blog. What does this say? Who is most in need of help?

American Idol (part 2)

As you’ve probably noticed the last two posts (heck the whole month of January) have been a shining example, real living proof, that anyone can blog. Perhaps that is my mission, to lead by example, to help all American Idol wannabes say to themselves, “I could do that!”

Bringing “idiotic” to an art form. Yeah, that could be my motto.

American Idol

Not that I would ever watch that show, but when I think back on what was posted under yesterday’s date, I think that that English guy Simon (from that show that I will not watch) would have a field day. He could use words like sophomoric, pedantic, immature, jejune, and puerile. And he would be happy. And you would think that I have seen the show because of this comment, but I haven’t, it’s just that I’ve heard so much from so many people that do watch that show. They watch and they dream and they gasp and they stare and they laugh and they think that that could be them or that they are watching a train wreck and no one knows that they are staring.

I guess American Idol is a lot like blogging.

DISCLAIMER: Is it possible to tell that today’s posting was done with a splitting headache, the result of a prolonged head cold?