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Wednesday, May 23, 2007Fallen IdolOkay, I'm sitting here watching the circus that American Idol has become. Not that it wasn't always a circus, but it used to be a small circus--like the Shriner's Circus, with the performing poodles and the men in little cars. But now it's like Ringling Brothers on crack. They had--I'm not kidding you--a RED CARPET WALK. An hour-long pre-two-hour finale of "stars" on the red carpet. Who, you ask, took that infamous stroll? How about Brad Garrett--he of the Everybody Loves Raymond fame. Or David "the Hoff" Hasselhoff (who once posed for the centerfold of Cosmopolitan Magazine wearing nothing but a litter of Shar Pei puppies). And the ubiquitous Desperate Housewife Teri Hatcher, who was once rumored to have dated Ryan Seacrest. Now, I love Desperate Housewives, I have to admit. But how much air-time do you need, Teri? And dating Ryan Seacrest? Now that is desperate. These are celebrities who need a red carpet? Trust me, all you need to lure them to your event is a Coke and a bad of Doritos. I have to admit, I did not watch this season of Idol. After the first "finalist" show, I recognized the dearth of talent, and gave it up for more quality writing time. But Idol will survive to live another day, while the best of reality shows like Amazing Race will die slow and tortured ratings deaths. Maybe at the next finale, Ryan and Simon will fly in on a trapeze, while Randy and Paula tame a few lions on the red carpet. Labels: American Idol, circus, reality TV posted by Donna Birdsell at 5:55 PM 0 comments Tuesday, May 08, 2007AromatherapyOne of the things I love best about living in my suburban neighborhood are the smells. Right now, the Korean spice bush in our backyard is blooming, and I've never smelled anything more wonderful in my life (except maybe a baby's head). I wish I could bottle the smell, or make perfume out of it, or something. Last week, I got home from a particularly crappy day of running errands, etc., and I was unloading the groceries from the car when I smelled the bush. I dropped everything, went around to the backyard, and just stood there with my eyes closed for a few minutes. It's amazing how much better I felt. Other suburban smells I love: Onion grass Water on hot cement Grill smoke Newly mown grass Morning dew The smell of snow coming Burning leaves Fireplace smoke in winter Magnolia trees Crab apples smashed by car wheels Clover Pinecones posted by Donna Birdsell at 8:32 AM 0 comments Previous Posts:
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