sugar plum fairy, sugar plum fairy

i have to admit that i watched every american idol up until last year. i vaguely remember that ryan seacrist had a co-douche for the first season-- i don't know why he was kicked to the curb...even though i don't remember his name, he wasn't as chalk-board screechingly annoying as ryan. seriously, that bit of his in knocked up--you know his ass acts like that fo' real. i have no reason for my sudden disinterest in the show. i never really watched the seasons i did watch until after the 'hollywood rounds'. i guess i'm just bored with the concept. and the fact that although america is blessed with millions of people, the ones that actually have talent are not featured on american idol.

i tried to watch the whole narrowing down to the top 12 part these past few weeks. tried is the key word. when i heard they were going to sing beatles songs this week, i was horrified. so rather than listen to the butchering of yesterday, blackbird and let it be (one can safely assume that one of these beatles standards will be covered--by the way, who actually owns the beatles catalog now? i heard that apple finally came to an agreement with paul to sell beatles songs on iTunes--seriously, who doesn't already own all the fucking beatles songs? i don't understand it. the beatles should already be in your catolog of music. you shouldn't be downloading just 'hey jude' or 'strawberry fields forever'. screw iTunes and go buy the entire damn album. the album artwork is worth the price--and he stands to gain $400 million (hear that, heather?). i thought michael jackson was the one shilling the rights to these songs for crap advertisements/covers all these years. then i saw on some random blog that paul was the only beatle to not sell after the break-up, thus the reason he is mr. moneybags...i don't know. i'm nosey. shut up), i watched the excellent no country for old men.

i think javier bardem is my favorite actor now. he tops kevin spacey. i love kevin and all, i mean i have a framed autographed picture of him staring at me from my top shelf (i barely remember what was written in my fan letter to him to get this picture, but i know it was probably gushy and embarrassing), but i haven't seen any really blow-me-away movies from him in a long time.

anton cigurgh scares the be-jesus out of me, but i have something in common with him. if i don't take a hot iron to my wet locks in the morning, my hair resembles his dorothy hamill 'do. now that is scary.