Y'all are two for two! Congrats on successfully guessing LaKisha's ouster in
this week's poll. Any of you want to come with me to the track? Or the corner bodega to get me a Mega Millions ticket? I'll cut you in, I promise.
I still have a wicked cough but I popped a few Ricola and managed to suppress the full body heaving enough to snap a few pictures tonight. You're welcome, bitches.
So, on with the show...
After the usual blather, we were introduced to the judges (for those among us suffering from short-term memory loss, I suppose.) For reasons still unclear to me, Simon and Paula switched seats at the judging table. Paula tried to explain it but all I got out of it as "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1" and "Jessica Alba, you're hot." Fuck what I said
last night, the bitch is
getting a 9 this week.
Anyhoo, since he was occupying her usual seat, Simon treated us to a dead-on imitation of Paula's seal clap. Behold!
And then, much to my surprise, and I'll admit, disappointment, Paula managed to make a funny with her accurate portrayal of Simon's creepy nipple rubbing...
During the recap of last night's performances, I made an important discovery: Melinda once again
soaked the first few rows with some errant spit. How did I miss this on Tuesday?!
That's becoming an issue, Mindy Doo. You might want to hook up your audience with complimentary tarps from now on.
And then we were subject to some more painful padding to fill out the hour, including insipid, charmless man-on-the-street interviews and an extended promo of the upcoming Idols Live tour. I understand that the producers want to capitalize on the large audience to tout the concert series, however, who was the dumb ass who edited a promo containing quite possibly the worst performances ever? We saw Hayley murdering "True Colors," Gina butchering "Paint It Black" and, of course, Sanjaya's memorable mangling of "You Really Got Me" by The Kinks. Um, do they want people to NOT show up?
Then Pink performed and it was awesome. I have no beef with Pink.
I cannot say the same for Barry Gibb and his gigantic dentures sorely in need of a filing down...
He finished up his song with a dramatic pose and facial expression that just screamed, "Rise, Lazarus! I command you to rise!"
I sat on my couch with a perplexed look on my face as the crowd showered Gibb with lengthy and loud applause. And Bill Maher!
Bill Maher, of all people, seemed to really dig the theatrics, bad dentistry and all.
Really Bill Maher? You like "American Idol"? And...
Barry Gibb? Seriously?
New Rule: Bill Maher cannot partake in such pussy dealings if he wants to maintain the inappropriately dirty crush I have on him. As it stands, that fantasy is kind of ruined.
Labels: barry-gibb, curly, gina glocksen, haley scarnato, lakisha-jones, melinda-doolittle, paula-abdul, results, sanjaya-malakar, season-6, simon-cowell
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