Well, not really, because frankly, I cannot believe this damn show is still even ON, much less remaining some kind of unstoppable TV lineup-shifting juggernaut, but then again, I have really fantastic taste in music. But hey, if you like this crap, that’s cool. I don’t judge.
However, since I missed out on all the Golden Globes fun y’all had last night, I’ve volunteered to liveblog tonight’s (two hour! you are KILLING me here, FOX) American Idol premiere. The repeated appearance of my high-school drama-club nemesis in the commercials has me intrigued enough to stick through at least the cattle call audition episodes, although the Train Wreck Formerly Known As Paula Abdul may be enough to keep me entertained until the bitter end, or at least until I remember that I don’t have unlimited text messaging on my cell phone.
So hey! Fire up those laptops tonight and get ready to mock the night away with me and Paula and all her friends from inside the medicine cabinet.
(In the meantime, we should probably come up with some ideas for an Official MamaPop American Idol Drinking Game. Anyone?)
