I kinda heart American Idol. It brings back fond memories of Thursday night TV with my Portland people (you know who you are). Plus, there are always snacks involved. And I just relish the moments when Paula Abdul is really, really, really feeling a male performance and has what I’ve deemed a giant “Sheboner” (pronounced sha-BONAH!). I recommend that everyone yell it really loud whenever you see Paula:
1. Jump out of her chair and start crying.
2. Sway her hands back and forth above her head in the style of a deadhead circa 1990.
3. Open her lazy eye.
Priceless! However, I have always swore that I would not go through the voting process. Once the show is over, I like to leave the voting to the babillion other American Idol watchers and just trust that they will choose wisely. Until now. Meet Blake! Former host of The Heavenly Spies:
Now that he is in the top 8 guys I have to throw it out there that if you are one of the babillion people who like to vote…throw a few his way. Here’s a pic of us I stole off his secret squirrel MySpace profile:
There are two reactions that a somewhat jaded advertising professional can have to the Hallmark-invented holiday that is Valentine’s Day. They can:
1. Dismiss it as a commercial pile of pink poo.
2. Embrace every heart-shaped, rose-scented, teddy-bear-covered, lovey-dovey minute.
Since our first Valentine’s Day, we’ve chosen the latter. And with gusto. Every year, I wake up to a “scene” as Fiance likes to call it (not unlike the “scenes” in the storefront of every florist this time of year).
Isn’t love grand?