Apr 2008

Perfect

We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed.
We are perplexed, but not in despair.
Persecuted, but not forsaken.
Cast down, but not destroyed.

There is something to say about committing.

It pays.

"Leave us not jump to seclusions"

Let’s celebrate.

I'll upload the text tomorrow... Still watching eppie 514. Enjoy!

WTF?!?!?! Accidentally opened Yahoo News and got pissed.

How can they do that? I dunno who to blame anymore. I read some of the forums and there are some angry mobs out there. How can they even consider booting out Aussie Boy?

I’m sure this is just the beginning for him though. I remember when Daughtry was booted out taking home 4th place in AI5. Now I don’t even know where Taylor Hicks is. But I just saw Cris in IGB last night. And he was wearing this shirt with the ONE.org logo (He’s now in league with Bono. Hahaha! Ironies of all ironies.) So, I’m sure MJ would bounce back and do some phenomenal records.

I wonder what’s with KLC? Why can’t they kick her out? As far as I’m concerned she’s the weakest link. She doesn’t even have her own sound. It’s your ordinary run-of-the-mill, church choir, glee club performance every time. And she dared sing Martina McBride?!? I swear some folks are tone deaf.

I am NOT watching tonight!

Phats and Tats

In my addicted opinion, AI7 is turning out to be the best season so far in terms of talent. I am having a heart attack admitting this since I utterly loved AI5 and Cris Daughtry specifically. But this season has a lot of peeps that have actual star potential.

Heading my list is David Cook. This was the guy that Cowell said has no personality on the first (or was that second?) week in Hollywood. This was when he said he’s a word nerd. I like a guy who can throw hifalutin words in a conversation now and again. It challenges the senses. The trick? Context clues baby. Hahaha! When he sang his emo version of Hello I was sold. Hook, line and sinker.

Next in my fearless forecast is Michael Johns. He is soooo commercial. AI or any other recording company would have no trouble selling records of this guy. They’ll earn buckets of green. And I think he came in at the right time. This’ll be prob’ly sound a little insensitive, but with Heath’s death and him being an Aussie who’s a hottie (Like Heath-ie), people are giving him a bit more attention than they normally would.

Then there’s Carly Smithson. I fondly call her Tat Girl. It’s kinda obvious why. I get a kick every time I see her hubby in the audience. Tat Boy seems so shy. With his face all rockin’ with fearless tats and his soulful eyes. I was instantly drawn. (Is it soooo obvious that I’m into Miami Ink also? Miami ok, never LA. Too skanky for me. I still love my Ami) Oh, and she can sing too.

Hope this is what the TOP 3 would look like. Ratings will be in the record books I’m sure. At this point in the game, it’s just a matter of who gets eliminated first. We all know they’ll sell records and shoot lotsa videos anyhoo.

Except (please!) for Kristy Lee “Patriotic-Barbie-Doll” Cook. Gawd forbid.

Reminiscing with Dennis and Brian

I had a gay friend spend the weekend at my house. I invited him over to introduce and educate him on the finer points of gay cinema. I still cannot believe he has not seen the best gay movie ever. My all time favorite and in my opinion the gay counterpart of Steel Magnolias. It’s none other than the genius called Broken Hearts Club. I dug it out of my treasure chest after seeing Timothy in Catch and Release. (Thanks Via!) I still cannot get enough of that smile. Then couple it with Zach Braff’s blonde hair and gym bunny outfits, Dean Cain’s perfect good looks and then you have a gayer than gay cinematic orgasmic experience.

After crying over the cheesy ending, which had me clutching my breast and wishing I was a gay man, we went on and loaded Season 1 of QAF. I got addicted to this way back 2003. We were all passing around our copies of pirated VCDs. One disk for every eppie. (So low tech, thank Gawd for condensed DVDs!) Stewie, Teens and all the other fags and hags had Brian, Justin and Michael as wallpapers, screensavers and posters in our stations, cell phones and computers. It was bigger than Marimar and F4 combined. (In the gay community at least) I remember there was even a quiz that profiles you and checks if you have a Brian, Justin, Michael, Emmett or Ted personality. It was a golden time when Bed and Gov’t were just opening up and the beautiful folks were all hanging around in Absinth looking for their next f*ck. *Sigh* those were the days.

So, we tried to relieve it all, (Well, I did anyhoo) in my new humongous king size bed, while eating chips and drinking hordes of Coke light. For the whole weekend. We giggled over Emmett’s misadventures, laughed out loud with Justin’s blind courage being a newbie, cursed at Ted for being stupid enough to bring his twinkie home, and of course had a love-hate (mostly lust) relationship with Brian Kinney. It was so totally, ultimately, fabulously DIVINE! I never really realized how in-lust I was over Gale Harold’s puny butt. The magic was still there. It was stronger than ever. It was like being transported to the world you know you SHOULD have belonged to if only your wicked fairy Godmother didn’t curse you at birth and made you bisexual instead of a full blown fag. So unfair. To a higher being: "I've always known I was a fag, trapped inside this female bisexual body." Calling Tyra! I'll be purrfect for your show!

So, I got to finish Season 1 last night. Since I have an intense training schedule for this week, I had to lock the other 4 Seasons in one of my treasure chests, gave the key to my Mom, with instructions to only give it to me when the weekend hits. Or else I would not get any sleep and I’ll be in danger of keeling over and dying in the middle of explaining to my trainees what world class customer service is all about. Or I might fall asleep standing up and (egawd!) snore. There’s a lot of possibilities. But as the quintessential faghag, Gloria Gaynor, would always belt out, I know I WILL SURVIVE.

On another note, this is something to look forward to. I haven’t had that for the longest time.

Anyhoo, cheerio! I have go back to reality and earn a living now. Ciao!