Posts Tagged ‘Dancing With The Stars’

The Part of Commander Is Being Played By…

May 5, 2011

Well, it’s time once again for American Idol. Seems ages ago the last blog was posted but last week, as you know, I was away, in Illinois for Easter. And who was it, Stefano that got the boot? Yeah. And because of that, and the fact that Haley is still hanging on, Commander seems to have abdicated his position, so I’ll see what I can do with the remaining 5 contestants, each singing two songs; one a current selection and the other a classic.

Last night’s guest mentor was music’s royalty(?), Sheryl Crowe. And she’s ready to retire because she got to sing with James who was up first singing Closer The Edge by 30 Seconds To Mars. Sorry, and to quote Randy, for me, James was all over the place and flat at times and even his signature and usually melodic screech was quite the opposite. The judges, of course, all peed themselves over it, but I was disappointed. This was his worst performance to date.

I also see Marie Osmond has remarried her first husband. Liz Taylor much?

Jacob decided to sing Jordin Sparks’ No Air. Goodness, even the background singers sounded off key. This was horrid also; again, like James, off key. I’m so looking forward to the return of So You Think You Can Dance.

Lauren then sang Carrie Underpa….Underwood’s Flat On the Floor. You know, Commander and I both gave her a pass a while back, lifting from her the enigma of being this year’s Katherine McPhee. That honor is now firmly planted on Haley. Lauren’s performance was very good–not great–but she left the previous two guys eating her dust.

Scotty…pants (really, Ryan?) sang Gone, by Montgomery Gentry. Still wants to hold his mic like a flute, but this was the most animated I’ve seen Scotty all season and the song fit him to a tee. When he started I was about ready to start yawning…another country song, yeah, whatever, but then he sort of broke out into a performance. And now that was my favorite of the night, so far.

Haley sang You And I by Lady Gaga, a song that’s not even released. Not sure why she’s still on the show.

James returned to sing Nilsson’s Without You, one of my all time personal favorites. Better than his first song, and his emotions got a hold of him, but he held it together and gave a fairly good performance. Still, he has done better. But through his crying and choking up, he did a great job.

Jacob encored with Love Hurts by Nazareth. You know what else hurts? My ears.

Lauren’s classic was The Righteous Brothers’ Unchained Melody. It was okay, nothing earth-shattering, a little too heavy on the runs. I liked her first song better.

Scotty toned it down with Elvis’ Always On My Mind. I know Elvis sang it, but I think Willie Nelson with this song. Anyway, Scotty did a very good job. He always comes across so cool and confident.

House of the Rising Sun by The Animals was Haley’s closing number.

Okay, I have my bottom 3.

  

I want to have at least one correct guess this season, so against what  Commander really wants, as you can see, I’m making Jacob the one who should go. But, wouldn’t it be great if this was the week I was wrong and Commander got his wish?

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Nothing more yet on the Sony/One Life To Live rumor and our hopes got a little up yesterday with news that The Revolution was going to be canceled. That’s one of the shows, along with the Cud, er, Chew, that’s slated to take the place of  One Life To Live. The thing is, Jamie Oliver, The Naked Chef also has a show on ABC called Jamie Oliver’s Food Revolution and the network pulled it in favor of an hour long Dancing With The Stars recap show for May sweeps, airing on Tuesdays before the results show. In the meantime, keep making contact with the names and network affiliates contained within this link. Remember, it could be one of your shows one day. Let’s fight THE MAN and let the little peoples’ voices be heard!

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Faith And Begorrah

March 17, 2010

No computer issues. No leaks. No late night for the contractor. We actually got to sit down to dinner before 7pm last night, a nice quite St. Patrick’s Day Eve. By the way, have you gotten all your holiday shopping done?  Work progresses upstairs, (I still wish I had taken a before picture), the basement floor is dry, my tummy bug is completely gone and I’m getting my appetite back, but hey, I’m no fool, I’m not overdoing it. After all, I have another weigh in coming up at the end of the week.

Down the Hatch. Hatch, a ratter dog, the only known female to serve on King Henry VIII’s ship, The Mary Rose has been painstakingly reconstructed and was a hit at this year’s Cruft’s Dog Show in Britain. She got the job as ratter because superstitious Tudor sailors thought cats on board would bring bad luck. Hatch is the name she was given the two year old mongrel because her remains were discovered near the sliding hatch door to the carpenter’s cabin. Unfortunately, bones were found on either side of the door which indicates the poor pooch was trapped when the ship went down 465 years ago.

I was going to write about that Erin Andrews and her demand that her hotel room peep hole stalker get more jail time than the judge first ruled. She hemmed and hawed and he ended up with 30 months rather than 27. That he’s going to jail at all is silly. And that’s not to excuse what he did, he’s just a peeping Tom who happened to get caught. And now, on the heels of having been thrust into the public eye in such a deplorable manner, she’ll tackle Dancing With The Stars for even more ridicule.

Erin Go Bragh. Happy St. Patrick’s Day                        

 

Okay, the newts had a tough night deciding who they think should be voted off American Idol tonight. See if you agree.

Happy Thanksgiving

November 25, 2009

…a day early. I’ll be busy tonight working on desserts. I’m making pies. A sugar-free apple for Ariel’s mother and two lemon chesses, one also sugar free. Ariel’s niece is taking up the tradition and making the regular apple for the first time, on her own, since I gave her the recipe (and a complete set of pie making tools) as a Christmas present last year. I’ve had the honor of making the holiday apple pie for the past 20 some years and now I’ve passed the baton. I’m sure she’ll have no problem with it. After all, it’s easy as…pie!

Also, tomorrow is the 83rd Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade and there are four new balloons: Spider-Man, Sailor Mickey, Ronald McDonald and The Pillsbury Doughboy. And after 40 years, Santa’s sleigh will be a brand new one in this parade.

What I can’t seem to get a grasp on is that it’s already Thanksgiving. It seems like I was just in Provincetown for the 4th of July.

And how about Donny Osmond winning the coveted Mirrored Disco Ball Trophy on Dancing With The Stars last night? 

Here’s a video of a television commercial that Ariel and I thought was just on this side of bad taste. It’s a young about to be engaged couple skating on a frozen pond. The guy is doofus-ified by being like a newborn fawn on unsure legs falling on the ice, nearly cracking his skull. What got us was the choice of song, even though its sentimentality fits.

Considering Sonny Bono died when he slammed into a tree while skiing we just thought this an odd choice of song. What do you think?

And for some fun, here’s a comical take on a popular commercial.

And lastly, there’s a little life left in one particular horse that I need to give one more whack to. In response to Melissa’s comment yesterday about record sales being the basis for winners of the American Music Awards, I’ll amend my query about Michael Jackson. Where were all his awards in the past few years? Which equates to, where were all his fans? Okay, now, that horse is officially dead.

And with that, I wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving. I’m not sure if I’ll have anything up for Friday since I won’t be working. I’ve been cramming all my hours in all week so I could take Friday off. But check back just in case.

 

Special Delivery

October 21, 2009

What a beautiful day it was yesterday, wasn’t it? I was only somewhat aware of how nice it was as I saw the sun shining through my office window against a sky the color of blue chrome until I went out to get my mail and breathed in the unexpectedly warm autumn air. I crossed my front lawn, my feet slightly rolling over the blanket of fallen acorns, too many even for the deer to keep up with. To my surprise, the mailbox was full, almost to the point of overflowing, mostly with glossy mail order catalogs and a few assorted first class envelopes; bills and such. The stack was easily a hefty three inches thick. I grabbed the stack and instantly panic, fear and virtual heart failure ensued at the sight of the spider with the one inch leg span that went flurrying across the top of the stack. How the mail ended up back in the box as opposed to the lawn is a mystery to me, and I hesitated for moment, thinking what to do. Leave it? Bring it into the house? If so, how? Carry it? I chose to bring it in, eschewing a momentary thought of getting a pair of work gloves and carried it between the thumb and forefinger of one hand, stretched out at my side as far as I could get it. I didn’t want to walk too fast for fear of all that slick mail sliding out of my grasp, but I didn’t want to take too much time in case that infernal creature was still with me and give it time to attack. I got to the front door and dropped the mail onto the floor and I proceeded to shake out every envelope and catalog…TWICE until I was moderately confident I was critter free.  I then went out with a flashlight to investigate to see if it was still in the box, but against the glaring sun, the flashlight was futile.  With the mail still splayed across the foyer floor, I returned outside a third time , this time with a can of Ortho spider spray and doused the interior of my mailbox. Hopefully I got that S.O.B. and I can only hope my mailman isn’t puffing on a cigarette when he comes today. To be on the safe side, in case it was still hiding between the pages of my Popcorn Factory cataloge, I placed the stack of mail on the floor as opposed to ritualistically on my red chair.  And it goes without saying, I’m apprehensive about picking up my mail later on today.

In other news, in Dayton, Tennessee, it looks like teachers have a new high tech sort of teacher’s pet. Grade Cam. Whatever you might be thinking this is, you might be right. Its one more technological marvel that has wormed its way into the classroom among the likes of movie projectors and wireless keyboards and teachers are really excited about it. It’s a camera that takes a picture of students’ tests and grades them. One teacher assures that it won’t be used 100% of the time for 100% of the assignments, but that it will give the children practice for standardized tests. Another teacher exclaimed that the thing she likes most about it is the time it would free up for her aid to work with the kids in the class. Aha!

Two things about this baffle me. One, if  teaching is one of the more underappreciated and underpaid professions, how can school systems justify such silliness?  And to that end, the second thing that perplexes me is, that if teachers are so underpaid, how can they abide by this, knowing their salaries are being spent so foolishly? And to those teachers so gung-ho over this new innovation I ask, why can’t they grade papers at night, at home?  Is Dancing With The Stars that important? Are teachers that disconnected with their students that they can’t even grade papers without the help of some piece of technology? Is isolationism now being taught in schools, starting with the teachers not having a bond with the kids? And why does she need an aid? What is she so busy not doing that she can’t teach a class by herself? And why is the aid grading papers in the first place? Let her get a class of her own to teach.

Think you’ve seen it all? Think again. Well, you know about the Snuggie, the blanket with sleeves, available in bright enticing colors; Royal blue, burgundy and sage green. Then we got a choice of wild and vivacious leopard or zebra prints. What else could there be? Well, this:

 

 

How humiliating, yet lucky at the same time. They get custom made sizes, while we have to deal with one size fits all. Coming soon, kitty snuggies and ones to fit your parakeet and your goldfish. That would be the wash and wear version. But would your parakeet be able to work the TV remote?  

  doggie snuggie  Pathetic!

Smile!

September 23, 2009

Good news. My new teeth are in. And they are in my mouth as of about 12:15 yesterday afternoon. However, they’re not cemented in, not yet. Dr. Bob wants them to achieve the perfect fit and bite by my working them into place by eating as close to normally as I can (still without chomping into super tough foods–a ham sandwich is fine) and biting down occasionally on the chew toy he gave me, a piece of hard rubber tubing. I actually ate an egg sandwich when I got home yesterday without having to cut it into bite-size pieces and it felt great to be able to do that. With any luck, providing they can get as high up into the gums as they need to be, tomorrow will be cement day!

You would think that would be reason enough to celebrate with a drink from the Bull Ball Bag Bottle. We got a mail-order catalog yesterday and in it, for a mere $49.95, was a decanter wrapped in real bull scrotum, trimmed in simulated leather. Simulated? Too bad, and I was this close… I’ll have to drink straight from the box, I guess.

No, honestly, to celebrate, I’d rather shower under the Moen Digital showerhead, the one I can program with just a touch of button, kind of like standing there and turning a knob (if I felt like being archaic) but easier–no need to exert all that energy with that pesky twist of the wrist. I love how, in the video, this guy is standing in front of the shower, remote in hand, at arm’s length away from the control pad, which can be pre-programmed for up to four users, increasing the water temperature. The biggest selling point of all is that you can set the shower from a remote location, like from your bed, so all you have to do is walk into the shower. Why hasn’t someone come up with a digital way of walking yet? That’s too much energy first thing in the morning. And if I know me, I’d probably fall back asleep, pretty much the way I’ve been doing and not getting out for my daily 4-mile walks ever since I mentioned it here a few weeks ago when I was so proud of our three day in a row stint, and with the sluggishness of my shower drain, I’d be flooded out in no time. But if I could also remote control someone to scrub my back for me, then maybe it would be worth it. Get on that, Moen!

 

I hope this blog gets past the censors at my niece’s job. Something I said on the old page I used to have (which can be accessed above under the “older posts” tab under PAGES) in reference to Janet Jackson’s wardrobe malfunction, got filtered due to inappropriate content and I’m wondering if my decanter reference will make it through. It’s just a jumble of words really. I told her to give the new page a shot last night when she called to remind us Macy Gray was on “Dancing With The Stars” and we were getting to it on the DVR, the Tivo-lite.  And wasn’t La Gray just a train wreck in the making? And what was she on? And surprise of the night was Kelly Osborne. I had a feeling she’d be the upset and from what she showed last night, she has the potential to go very far in the competition.

And lastly for today, a Springfield, Mass mail processing worker pleaded guilty to a charge of stealing over 3,000 Netflix DVD’s at a value of about $36,471 his plea carries a maximum of 5 years in prison. And I thought I had problems with half my mail arriving all mangled and sometimes half open. But at least all my Netflix returns make it back to the processing center as evidenced by the confirmation emails.