Sunday 27 April 2008

It Must Be Love…


Time, Time, Time. Always in the wrong places. I haven’t even seen last night’s ‘Doctor bloody Who’, so I’ll have to (1) watch it and (2) think about it in all its majesty and (3) get round to blogging about it. I promise I will do it before Wednesday. Promise. Cos I also have new-new ‘Supernatural’ to blog about too. Oooh, it were really, really ace! I mean in a proper back-to-basics, humour + action + reminders of plot arcs but not stupidly so kinda way. I loved it. And judging from the trailer fer next week, I’m going to love that too. Supposedly dead and Hellified, then dead-deadified so he’s even not eligible for Hell anymore John Winchester calling Dean’s cell phone to demand what the hell he thought he was doing, selling his soul to save Sam? REALLY? Can we wait? Can we bloody hell as like! This is heading towards some season finale…

Anyway, moving right along…

He’s slim but very, very powerful. And he’s kinda cute, too. He’s not arrogant, even though everyone thinks he is. And he’s fun. And I like to have him around. Really, really like to have him around.

I only met him Thursday, so praps all this chick-talk is a bit premature. But really, he’s ace. So far he’s just been so much fun, and I haven’t found owt that’s going to go against what I want, so he gets bonus points there too. He even likes it when I keep poking and stroking him! Imagine!

I’m talking, of course, about Bob. Or rather, iPod Bob III, to give him his full name. Purchased at The Ultimate PC and Mac Gallery in Sheung Wan, he accompanied me on my Friday off wi’ a Girl Cold (that’s Man Flu to half the readers here). He’s been a bright, shining example of an iPod Touch just when I were ready to throw meself from me seventh storey building cos I couldn’t quit coughing.

Anyway, more on him later, I’m sure.

What I really wanted to mention is that ‘American Idol’ sucks. Not out loud, not just yet. They voted off Michael Johns. I mean come on people, are you insane? Are you off your meds? Did you SERIOUSLY believe he deserved to go over Brooke the useless one, or that other bird whose name I can’t spell? REALLY? Shame on you all! Michael Johns would have won the whole damn contest if you lot hadn’t gone for POPULARITY over TALENT. But no, you couldn’t resist, could you? You short-sighted, narrow-minded, sheep herd of voters. Well ta very much, all of you, for voting this season’s winner off before it even got down to the last six.

Never one to hold a grudge (when she could be holding a vodka bottle), I tuned in again to see what travesty would unfold this week. Sadly, I were not disappointed. They voted off Carly Smithson. Yeah. The only bird who could have won. And you voted her off, people. What is wrong with you? What did she ever do wrong, apart from piss over the other bird contenders, talent-wise? Just makes me want to stop watching the last few weeks. But I can’t – cos I’m waiting for the last person with any hope to be voted off. I know it’s going to happen this coming week, I just know it. David Cook. Yeah, the rocker guitar dude that’s done absolutely bloody smashing bang-up jobs every week – he’s next. I know for certain. And do you know how I know? Cos he’s good. Anyone wi any real talent gets booted, in favour of insipid, dreary Carpenters wannabes or the next Gay Icon. I’m telling you man, if David Cook leaves next week, so do I. It’s not on. Screw’ em. And after I voted for Michael Johns SIX TIMES while I were on holiday in LA!

That’s yer onion, I’m off. Have to get a life check on my application to add Wi-Fi to my telly and net package. I do love technology.

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2 comments:

* (asterisk) said...

Have you not sussed it yet? They're getting rid of non-American American Idol contenders. Australian? Bye bye. Irish? Bye bye.

Anonymous said...

I had harboured such thoughts, but was trying not to appear racist. However, it seems that way anyway...