Because I promised not to spoil The Director, who only gets her Lost on DVD, I must now shrivel up into a whining, simpering puddle of internalized Lostness. Gahhh! September for Lost, November for South of Nowhere. They may as well freeze me with Walt Disney.
{chant}The spoilers will start to leak in July. The spoilers will start to leak in July.{/chant}
Seeing all the Idols again in such quick succession allowed for more precise comparison, and so I give you my final assessment. Bucky is better than I gave him credit for, but his name is still Bucky. Ace is a tool. A non-useful tool. Also, "Puck and Pickler" was funny as hell. For those who missed this evenings craptastic finale, Wolfgang Puck introduced Albemarle, NC's own Kelly Pickler to the finer points of French cuisine. Es-car-got-tea indeed. And the sight of Puck chasing Pickler around the table with a live lobster will probably last me all the rest of my days. Chris Daughtry sounds like Alan Jackson in comparison to Live. Who knows how he'd stack up next to someone good. Kat got her tits from her mama, who wears the same dresses as her daughter.
Katharine McPhee is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy. I know that even though I'm a godless pagan. She fills my soul with light, or something in that general vicinity.
Prince has had too much plastic surgery. I've seen drag kings do Prince better than Prince did Prince this evening. That sentence may have been confusing.
I still think Taylor Hicks is a tool, and so I'm looking forward to see what he does with the committee-written dreck the Idol songwriters will present to him.
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