Enigmatic Female

Stream of Consciousness: American Idol

Never before seen audition? Perhaps it would have been best to let it remain unseen.

Are Paula and Simon hittin' it? He looks at her quite a bit more. Sly-like, from the side of his eyes sometimes. They side-kissed each others' mouths last night. Definitely seems suspect.

I tried to write that there were some decent performances last night, but I really didn't like any of them, except Allison. Maybe. Weird hair, though. Adam had some moments. Jeese is good, but needs to pick better songs.

I was hoping Norman Gentle would be even more over the top than he was, but I totally dig him. He's in a category by himself. Sassypants, indeed.

Worst performance last night: Kai Kalama. I thought I would like him. I don't. His little fake sexy thing doesn't work for me. Other disappointments: Jasmine Murray, Drops of Jupiter girl. Janine. I think there was a reason she wasn't initially selected (if I've got the right person -- she came on after hottie girl got booted, right?).

Whew, Allison is wearing some Minnie Mouse looking kicks. Not a great look. Polka dots too. Yikes.

I like Welder guy better than Roughneck guy.

Tattoo girl is really really pretty. Has a good voice too. Needs better song if she gets to stay. Megan. That's her name.

Wow, I like Allison much better tonight than last night.

What the Hell is Janine wearing? Daisy Duke in suspenders.

Cara's hair doesn't look good like this. Too flat/greasy looking on top. I am not her A #1 fan. Four judges is too many.

Wow, Kris. Total upset. Didn't remember this kid at all from last night. Oh yeah, Man in the Mirror kid. He does have a nice voice and some uniqueness.

Sound quality this season is terrible. I hope they spend some more money on it once they get down to the top 10.

Seeing Simon and Paula tongue kiss gets me a little hot.

HRC -- you got 2/3 and that ain't bad.

A Job, A House, A Baby, A Promotion, A Life?

In that order. It's been a while. After months of unemployment, admission to the Texas Bar, a funeral or two, starting a new job, moving to a new town, attending the wedding of my younger sister, a new job for the husband, getting pregnant, having the baby, taking a few months off work, going back to work, getting a promotion, I am finally returning to writing now that life has stabilized somewhat. What has it stabilized into? Well, I'm still not considering myself a Texan, which is a plus. But, speaking of plus (sized), living in Texas has put a few pounds of melted cheese and beef onto my ass, which I am halfheartedly working to lose. Anyone else doing the 30 day Shred? Everyone? OK, I am a bit behind on the trends these days. Life is different. One drink and I'm well on my way to drunk. A successful night out at a "nice" restaurant probably involves Red Lobster. If we're really doing well, it'll be the Red Lobster near the airport. That's where I cruise nearby tables for gay men. The gay men, though, are not like the slim hotties I knew in NYC. They are puffy like rising dough and the pasty-white color of only the most dedicated basement-dwelling web-surfers; usually living with either mom or grandma, and wearing clothes that are better suited to playing softball at a company picnic than going on a date (think elastic waistband shorts and flip flops). I watch more TV than ever before; American Idol, How I Met Your Mother, anything starring the Duggars, and The Biggest Loser top my list. I try to avoid the trap of dramatic shows like Big Love as I just get way too involved with the characters. Loser much?