In case you’re wondering, it’s been a combination of illness, new job, new job not working out, new version of the no-longer-new job, new version of the no-longer-new job not working out so well either, wondering if I should get a new-new job, wondering if I should go on disability, my doctors telling me I should go on disability, wondering how to afford the waiting period before disability kicks in, going broke, more illness, death(s) in the family, illness, medication changes, more illness, going even more broke, bankruptcy #2, litigation, illness, etc. So that’s how it’s been over here.
Now then. You rang?!
I have all the respect in the world for Ms. Jennifer Lopez and little to no interest or patience in 183-year-old brokedown Muppet Steven Tyler, so between those two I’m torn about the upcoming Idol season. This could be the end of it all and all that but gosh, I just don’t know. Truth is Ms. Jennifer Lopez is too damn good for these clowns and my viewership would be secured if Simon were still around.
I mean, let’s think about the good old days. Remember the good old days?
Who knew we had it so good then?! Don’t get me wrong, I don’t regret for a second skipping out on last season. Oh God. Every time a commercial would show up on TV I would say THANK HEAVENS! I am not watching this show. So’s I got to thinking, what would it take to convince me to tune in each week with breathless anticipation of the wonder and the magic and the unpredictable je né sais quoi I so cherished in the Idol of so many seasons ago?
Oh hell YES that would. And don’t even dare to convince me that you would do anything less than PAY to watch that setup. I know I would install a coin slot and dollar changer in my TV and say TAKE EVERYTHING I HAVE, FOR YOU HAVE MADE SOMETHING OF EVERLASTING BEAUTY. Amen.