AMERICAN IDOLaltry.... Alright, so Ali and I have been watching American Idol faithfully for about a month now. We'd rather be outside or doing other things...outside, but, the weather's crappy-even for springtime in Utah-and we don't like being cold or wet.
Anyway, this is my first AI addiction, so I can't compare with past seasons, but even though FOX promotes that YOU, the viewer, determines who stays and who goes, it's bogus. The "bottom three" are careflly constructed to provide suspense and drama every Wednesday! How else could you explain the fact that Bucky "Off-key Gravel-throat" Covington was not voted off last night? Or even Ace "Freaky-Deaky" what's-his-face?
So why was Mandisa nixed? Sure she's got a lot of junk in the trunk but it seems unlikely that physical appearance would have that much bearing over position...I mean, Rueben Stoddard won once, right? Both, online and newspaper polls showed that, although her popularity had fallen in recent weeks, Mandisa was still about 2nd place. Anyway, not that you can really put a lot of trust into online polls, cell phone voting, or the general taste of TV-watching America, but...still, something seems fishy here.
Even though she has considerable singing talent, the reason she didn't survive was because she brought religion into the show. Simon's reaction to her Southern Tent Revival Hymn awhile back was indicative of the reaction of many across the country, I'm sure. But, it's suprising that an evangelical south seems to be backing two of the most talentless characters on the show, Bucky and "The Pickler," while exxing one with talent. Whether audiences or the powers at FOX decided this remains disputable.
Anyway, I threatened boycott for next week, hoping that good weather would drive us away from the accursed TV, but, it's snowing right now., I just can't quit you, American Idol.
HAIR, hair, hair, down to there! My hair is long...really, really long. And, I know when it's getting long because my mother, bless her heart, starts saying it's too long...only in her own way. "Wow, Ryan, you've got...um...a wave in your hair, don't you?" "Wow, Ryan, your hair grows so FAST! When was the last time you had it cut?"
I've been meaning to get it cut lately, but for some reason or another--sloth, cheapness, apathy---haven't quite done it yet.
There's a place near the U that advertises $4 cuts, which I've used before, but charges $10 for long hair. And everytime I think about that place, I find myself pulled into a debate about what "long hair" actually means. I mean, are we talking "glam rock" long hair or "too long for BYU honor code" long hair? Because if it's the latter, the $6 hike is too much for me. And, of course, I don't have the gumption to simply enter the store and ask.
Also, I've got a coupon for $6.99 at Great Clips, which is also near where we live, but a girl from our ward works there and it would be kind of embarrassing if she, somehow, was appointed to cut my hair and somehow botched it... Church is awkward enough as it is, what with being consigned to the primary and hardly knowing anybody, that I don't need a dopey looking haircut to separate me any further from the members of the congregation.
Ali's been trying to talk my dad into doing it, which is great, I mean, free cut, who can balk at that. But he's tired. He's only a haircutting shadow of the man who, the first time he bought haricutting clippers, shaved my head, and my little brother's, into a style that proclaimed, "deloused!" But, from there on out, he honed his craft, employed scissors, and got good enough that we came to not mind. But now, everytime we bring it up, he says, "sure, whenever you're ready," which means "not now."