Son of Simon
03-13-2006, 11:09 AM
This just isn't how the story was supposed to end.
I think reality TV did for the tube what movies did to books. It reduced our ever-diminishing need for independant thought. I despise...well...I thought I despied reality TV.
And then one night "Arrested Development" wasn't on. AD- one of the only shows on television that I thought incorporated the lost art of "writing" and "talented-acting" wasn't on TV. I was ready to switch my service to sports and games shows only, and skip a generation of reality TV altogether.
But then the show came on. Those oh-so-cheesy graphics. The silly twang at the end of the song, and one person I'd rather not waste my life watching, Ryan Seacrest. With the TV on and my girlfriend and her roommate dominating the remote- the consensus was to watch the opening auditions only, because we get to see the "rejects" which most people agree is the best part of the show.
It's American cool-people's way of saying "I didn't inhale."
Well- I watched all the auditions, and then I swore to stop watching. Seriously...I was going to stop watching...next week...no wait....next week...
I guess I inhaled.
So I'd picked favorites. You know, like sports! I've been an armchair quarterback my entire life- how should Idol be any different? I can spot talent, and I think I know enough about music and America to make reasonable judgments right?
So I kept watching. And watching. And gaining a lot of respect for Simon Cowell. It was driving my girlfriend nuts hearing my constant, "Simon is dead on..." and my Randy Jackson impersonations...
Dog...dude....dog....dog pound....dude...
It got to the point where if I say to my girlfriend "What's going down dude.." she thinks it means I'm going to criticize her.
So that's aboout it I guess. I mean- I could go into elaborate detail about the rest of my life- but would it matter?
It wouldn't mean as much to you the reader as me confessing that I held my head down in shame when my girlfriend's pregnant friend gave me a hi-five at a co-ed baby shower. That might give you an indication of my very confused and mixed-attidude about my Idol Addiction.
But anyway- thanks for reading. ;)
I think reality TV did for the tube what movies did to books. It reduced our ever-diminishing need for independant thought. I despise...well...I thought I despied reality TV.
And then one night "Arrested Development" wasn't on. AD- one of the only shows on television that I thought incorporated the lost art of "writing" and "talented-acting" wasn't on TV. I was ready to switch my service to sports and games shows only, and skip a generation of reality TV altogether.
But then the show came on. Those oh-so-cheesy graphics. The silly twang at the end of the song, and one person I'd rather not waste my life watching, Ryan Seacrest. With the TV on and my girlfriend and her roommate dominating the remote- the consensus was to watch the opening auditions only, because we get to see the "rejects" which most people agree is the best part of the show.
It's American cool-people's way of saying "I didn't inhale."
Well- I watched all the auditions, and then I swore to stop watching. Seriously...I was going to stop watching...next week...no wait....next week...
I guess I inhaled.
So I'd picked favorites. You know, like sports! I've been an armchair quarterback my entire life- how should Idol be any different? I can spot talent, and I think I know enough about music and America to make reasonable judgments right?
So I kept watching. And watching. And gaining a lot of respect for Simon Cowell. It was driving my girlfriend nuts hearing my constant, "Simon is dead on..." and my Randy Jackson impersonations...
Dog...dude....dog....dog pound....dude...
It got to the point where if I say to my girlfriend "What's going down dude.." she thinks it means I'm going to criticize her.
So that's aboout it I guess. I mean- I could go into elaborate detail about the rest of my life- but would it matter?
It wouldn't mean as much to you the reader as me confessing that I held my head down in shame when my girlfriend's pregnant friend gave me a hi-five at a co-ed baby shower. That might give you an indication of my very confused and mixed-attidude about my Idol Addiction.
But anyway- thanks for reading. ;)