I haven’t been watching American Idol religiously this year — not sure if I’m just lacking in time or outright bored with it. I did catch tonight’s show, and boy, that sucked. Don’t get me wrong, it takes guts for any of these guys and gals to do what they’re doing, but man…this was bad. It’s kind of a double snag since there’s a general sense of “been there, done that” with everything from the sets and skits to the judges’ comments and beyond, but when you tack on terrible performances to boot, it really makes me remember that I’m a twenty-five year old guy who should probably be a bit embarrassed watching it to begin with. What can I say? I still love Paula. Especially when she’s reallllly quiet.

Though it’s pretty funny to see what shows like Idol have made the Fox Network become. It’s always been the zany channel, but God, you can’t even watch the news on this station anymore without eating popcorn and carrying the rules for a drinking game. I’m sitting here watching Rosanna Scotto try to keep from exploding while talking about Jessica Simpson for a solid ten minute block, remembering the days when good ol’ Jim Ryan was allowed to get through the morning news without having to lay praise on the little girl from Bernie Mac’s show every other hour with a motorized pinwheel hat on.

Notice I didn’t say I was “longing” for those days. After all, it’s pretty amusing to see the entire world shift and shape because a few people came to the shocking conclusion that kids controlled the money flux. I guarantee you Reverend Camden will wear leather pants in the series finale of 7th Heaven.

Working on a new article now…it’s a looong one, but hopefully will be finished by morning.

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