Chickease on Down the Road
It ain’t easy being Chickezie…
Oh…Nurse!
OK, not exactly what you’d call having a life, but Idol fans are Idol fans. And Idol haters are Idol fans too – they just don’t know it yet. Or else won’t admit it
Hey Hey Paula
Ooooh, the Idol rants. I want to apologize for those of you sick of this “shizz” (yes that’s a direct quote) and let you know that I will try to hold off further comments ’til the Top 10.
Androgyny Idol
But let’s discuss the boys of Idol Season 7. Mostly forgettable, to be sure. But so many ladyboys! And so many girlymen. I’m not just talking sexual orientation.
Blabber Chat
I had to give ’em something, so a little ramble should satisfy. For now. When the head’s elsewhere, the typing fingers follow.
Out! Damn Blog Spot
Maybe that’s why blogs are becoming so passe. Not only are you, dear readers, getting sick of certain voices (hopefully not mine – is work that busy?!), but no news is, well, no news.There’s nothin coming. Not on my computer(s) anyway.
Old News
Oscar who? Once the Academy has strutted its stuff, once we’ve seen the outfits, the frozen faces, the sore losers, the passed over, what’s really left to discuss?
Simon Says
Idol Fever. It’s back. And it’s bad. In a good way.
We’ll Always Have Paris. Or Whoever…
Is it just me, or is American Idol’s result show getting more boring? Last night was a yawn-fest. A bore. A drag. It was American Midol – a real pain, may cause drowsiness.
The Finale
I think American Idol is the new Miss America – it’s just all the talent competition. Or maybe it’s Oscar Night. But less boring.