(Those of you that aren't fans of American Idol, feel free to skip this and all future, obnoxious, Idol-mania related posts.)
The first week of the parade of human weirdness we call the preliminary American Idol auditions is now under our belts. As usual, we weren't disappointed with the sad freak show sprinkled with some really amazing raw talent. And I think we can safely say, in fact I'm placing my bet right now, that we have our big production number - "Looking Like A Fool With Your Pants On The Ground." It will be pimped out and fully produced, featuring the 62 year old dude that brought us the love, surrounded by street dancers. You just wait...
Okay, my favorite contestants this week were:
In last place: Clark Kent's evil twin. He was totally unwell and totally creepy. Actually, he is not at all one of my favorites but was so weird that I figured he deserved at least a mention.
In Third Place: The jumping She-Jock with the half shirt and saggy belly. I just kept throwing popcorn at the TV screaming , "Stop jumping! For God's sake, please stop jumping!"
In Second Place: Wolfman Jackson. The delightful and refreshing blend of Janet & Michael thrown in a blender with a dash of Benicio Del Toro. Yummy.
Tied for First Place: The sweetest of all sweet guys who timidly sang "All By Myself" in his tiny, shaking voice and the gayest of all gay boys who did his rendition of "Womanizer" with choreography of such razor sharp precision that it put to shame every cheerleader that has EVER existed.
Many giggles, several out loud belly laughs, many gasps with hands over mouth. All in all a good week of mindless entertainment - sunshine kissed candy, if you will, for my winter fevered brain.
Such sweet relief.
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