Okay, I’m taking the very unusual step–unusual for me, at least–of posting twice today.
Because I just watched last night’s American Idol.
Did anybody else notice, when Ryan Seacrest was interviewing Alex Trebek, the huge sign somebody was holding in the background that said “Roger [Hearts] Constantine”?
Even though I don’t particularly heart Constantine–all my love goes to the fabulous voted-off Nadia, even though she couldn’t really sing, and to Anthony Federov, even though he’s obviously a bottom–I still thought it was very sweet.
(For those of you who still have it TiVoed, the moment comes about 28 minutes in. Alex Trebek is looking pretty pasty. But what can you expect from a guy in his 50s who still lives with his mother?)
I wonder how Anthony Federov’s gag reflex is, what with the tracheotomy and all.
Any medical experts lurking that can weigh in?
Actually, Trebek is 62. He lives with his mother?
I liked Nadia. I thought she was good and could sing. That’s not my real gripe, though. What irks me is that someone like pathetic, moronic Scott Savol is still on there. How does that happen?
Actually, I know how. Screeching pubescent girls spend their evening repeat-dialing for the singers they like, even though they wouldn’t know musical talent if it reared up and bit them on their asses. Makes me wonder, again and again, why we bother watching this nonsense.
Wait a minute. I have never seen this show, but Alex Trebek is on it? AND Paula Abdul? Is this where media horrors go to die?
Brian: I’m sure you and I could go to the Idol House, find out, and report back to the rest of the gang.
Jess: My information may be out of date. Ten years ago he lived with his mother. Scott Savol is on there because far more girls vote (I suspect) than boys, and all the southern girls just love him, especially now that they know he beats his girlfriend.
David: Alex Trebek was merely a member of the audience on Tuesday. I’m surprised you’ve never seen the show, given your love for Trading Spaces. You should rectify that situation as soon as possible.
strangely… Alex Trebek went to the University of Ottawa… he was there at my graduation ceremony in 1998… he was some sort of honourary guest… was quite odd… he did have a nice suit… his mother must dress him well.
Faustus: I’ll go rent the convertible, you knit some lovely scarves for our hair. Time for a roadtrip.