Beaker was my favourite Muppet growing up. Ode to Joy is still one of my favourite classical songs (although a huge guilty pleasure).
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Canadian singer Feist is set to appear on the 39th season premiere of Sesame Street on August 11th.
I friggin love Drawn Together. I've been watching it again and I want it so bad. It is the greatest TV show ever created. I watched it for the first time in Waterloo. I love it hard. It's just so brilliant. I can't even decide which character I love the most. Ok, that's a lie. I love Xandir the most. But my second favourite, I can't decide yet.
Last night I watched the three hour special for Lost's Season Finale. I started watching lost right at the beginning of season two with my friends on their computers and got way to into it for my own good. I haven't seen much of season one, and I don't think I will anytime soon. It's not exactly the kind of thing you can go back and watch after seeing preceding episodes. By the time I got around to watching season three I found myself incredibly frustrated with the character dynamic on the show. Locke made me want to shoot people. Ben made me want to shoot even more people. It got to the point where I stopped watching for a few episodes because I was so frustrated with how it seemed they were never going to get off the island. I can only be lead by the nose for so long.
So seeing bits of the future finally worked into the episode was incredibly satisfying. Upsetting, but satisfying. It's was so nice to see that the finally do get off the island, even if Jack's life is a wreck. It was so satisfying to see tons of the Others getting blown up, and I had a love-hate relationship with Tom getting a cap busted in him. I missed some of the most recent episodes, so it was nice to see the clip where they showed that Ben had arranged the destruction of the DHARMA initiative. I was so excited by the episode that I started yelling at the TV near the end, and stayed up all night because I had such a high. I can't wait for season four.
Here we have the end of my short but almost sweet viewing of Canadian Idol. When I started watching the show, most people I know through musical means got really upset with me. "That show is ridiculous; talented people don't actually win. Canada doesn't know what talent is, they just know what's pretty." I argued in vain that Canada as a country wasn't that stupid. I changed my tune a lot as the show progressed and I actually witnessed the travesty that is Canadian Idol. A week ago I was arguing that we were one of the dumbest nations ever. Now Nancy's kicked off and I feel no need to keep people happy and sugar coat everything.
I'd like to start by saying that I didn't like her song choice, but I give her credit for doing a better job with her song than say, oh Kati Durst, who butchered the song she wanted to sing. Or Steffi, who I love with a small part of my heart but did an only almost ok job of her song. Not that they need to worry, they're in the Top 10.
I'd like to talk about some problems with the way the show is set up too. Apparently now they compete as one big group, instead of guys vs guys and girls vs girls. Watch slowly as the guys get voted off one by one. I don't care what the fags at Sheridan think about how pretty Chad is; he's done a horrible job of every single one of his post-Top 22 songs. Brandon is pretty, and that's the only reason I cheer for him. Craig will be screwed (metaphorically) when he comes out of childhood and loses his high pitched voice, and then screwed (physically) when he comes out of the closet after moving away from Newfoundland. There's a trend here, watch for it. Tyler sings flat. Period. I'd also like to say something really horrible about Sarah Loverock, because she's so rude – but I can't. Fucking bitch can sing, and she has a life waiting for her when she goes home. What can I make fun of there? Nothing.
I'd like to talk about what happened over the past three shows (the systematic removal of people with talent, minus Sarah) as the reason of all my anger with Adam after stupidly suggesting that there be a judge with no musical training what so ever. No, that's what Canada is for and they've proven to me that they don't have musical training. Just in case you're wondering, chopsticks and a C major scale do not count. I blame most of this on idiotic twelve year old girls. I also guarantee that they ruin my Panic! at the Disco concert on Saturday. That's ok. I'll probably be drunk and I'll probably crush their spirits by pointing out that they ARE in fact liking to get pregnant at 16, only it won't be Brandon or Tyler or Craig, but some sleazy guy from their high school who won't graduate and will work at McDonald's or a Rec Centre for the rest of his life.
I'd also like to say that I'm the tiniest bit happy that Nancy is not continuing on Idol. Personally I would have liked her to be there to watch the whole group of untalented people go home, but having her win would mean her getting a record contract - a record contract with Sony. I loathe Sony. While I would have supported her, and purchased her album, and told everyone else to, I would have secretly felt incredibly guilty for caving in on my Sony Boycott. Oh well. Nancy, go get signed to Universal now and introduce me to McFly. That way we can exchange one moral ambiguity for another. Now come home so we can drool over the latte boy at Starbizzle.
Oh ya, and a BIG FUCK YOU to CTV for changing the airing time. I missed the show. Assholes. It's a good thing friends were taping it.
Over the weekend I was introduced to something new to be addicted to: Grey's Anatomy. To say I took to it like an addict taking to new drugs is an understatement; I watched the whole first season in 24 hours. It took me back to grade 11 when I went through that horrible period I like to call my "I don't know what I want to do after high school phase."
As I was finishing second semester in grade eleven I had realized that the science department and I didn't get along very well. Rather, physics and I got along decently enough considering the lack of effort I put into our relationship but chemistry required far too much memorization for me to take it to third base. I had come to the same assumption about biology, only it happened in grade nine. Memorization wasn't something I did. I wanted to know things, not have them memorized. Memorizing all the names to the parts of the cell was the equivalent of Chinese Water Torture. Or so I felt, I've never actually experienced it so I'm not sure how valid my claim is.
So as a result of the extra time spent finishing up my chemistry ISU after it had exploded during class, I had to stay behind to write a test during lunch. This test took place in a biology class after it had finished and some students were reviewing all the mistakes that had made on their tests. Listening to everything they talked about and by the end of the test I had the largest desire to go into medicine ever. I was also kicking myself for not taking it in grade eleven. In fact, I was so serious about it two days later I was in the guidance office redoing my whole schedule so that I would graduate with all the grade twelve sciences so I could go into some medicine program somewhere. Of course by the time August rolled around I had pussied out and switched back to taking all the grade twelve maths instead.
Grey's Anatomy gives me so much to hope for going back into school again. I want awesome roommates that I connect with like that. Not that I wouldn't be able to connect with Adam or Alex or Natasha. I'm just not living with them yet, and my mother has made my September living plans incredibly complicated. I want to be so passionate about what I do. One of my biggest fears is getting to UofT and finding out that I don't care about Commerce at all. Most of all I want to do something meaningful.
Let's talk for a minute about how awesome doctors are. Hello, they SAVE LIVES. That's what they do. Sure, other people may have more dangerous lifesaving work (i.e. firemen) or have stressful jobs making sure idiots don't kill themselves while they're having fun (see: lifeguards), but neither of them have the range of lifesaving skills that doctors have. I'm not even going to talk about surgeons now because that's just crazy. Cutting chunks out of a brain and not ruining anything? That's WTF awesome. People complain about how much doctor's make a year, but I'm going to go out on a limb and say they deserve it for doing what they do.
I've fallen in love with the cast - as in completely and totally in love. Even with Alex who is a major penisface. I wish I had gotten into this show sooner so I could have actually watched the second season while it was on. Now I'm going to have to try and find out when Season Two comes out on DVD (bonus points for that info). Until them I'll soak up some other series and then watch season one over and over again. If I happen to start pretending I'm a doctor let it go until I start trying to use terminology that I don't understand at all. Then you can throw a medical textbook at my head. Or maybe three.
Last night (July 5) was the second results show for this season of Canadian Idol, dropping us down to the Top 14 Competitors. This week I was healthy enough to see the guys perform too, instead of just the girls. So I was a little shocked to see who was eliminated this time around.
I was curious to see who was going to get cut. I missed Keith sing again because my Dad cut out the signal right at the end of the show, so as of right now all I've seen are clips of him sing. Incredibly unimpressive clips in which I want to change the channel or phone CTV and demand they show me something I can make a judgement on. Brandon butchered his song choice and it makes me incredibly sad to have to admit that. Craig sings well, but I'm so interested to see what happens once his voice changes because of puberty and he's fucked. Chad took a song that could have won him gay votes across the country and did a disappointing job with it. Tyler was off key his whole song, so I was sure he was going home this week. In fact I was almost giddy about it.
I was confident that Nancy would be safe and she was. The judges love her; Zach clearly (and truthfully) stated that she was the BOMB. Despite what everyone else thinks, I thought Ashley Coulter performed really well. I ranked her at the top with Sarah Loverock (who doesn't like me thanks to Adam's horrible jokes), Nancy, Eva and Alisha. So you can imagine how surprised I was when it was announced that Alisha, Alyssa, Greg and Chris were eliminated. Well except the Alyssa part. I give her credit for doing her thing, but it didn't work at all. Even when they announced the bottom four, I figured it would be Rob, Sheldon, Alyssa and Ashley Coles. Shows you how bad I am at predicting the voting habits of the Canadian public.
I'd like to say that I'm really glad Zach clarified that Nancy's an incredible singer. After the first week during one of my forays through Google I stumbled across the fact that Nancy was picked for votefortheworst.com because of her spazzing and the fact that she did a "really bad Jann Arden song." Now they've doubled back to not picking a female for last week because "Nancy is very VFTW but sings well, so it's a tough call." I guess that's what happens when people with no musical training whatsoever decide who gets a record contract. Although in reality I'm a little happy Alisha is gone: she was one of two people I thought Nancy had to worry about. One down, one to go.
So for anyone who didn't see Nancy rock out on Tuesday night you seriously missed out. The judges (and I) love her. That's why it was obvious that she was going to be safe. I also mobilized the Asians to vote for her so that may have helped too. My satellite cut out at the last five minutes though, so if anyone wants to tell me who got kicked off I'll love you forever.
Today they aired back to back episodes of Canadian Idol. I had my heart broken when Noel went home. I sat through two hours of television tonight, which is far more television than I'd ever watch under normal circumstances, with the sole hope of seeing something sweet. Now that the episode has aired I'm sure I'm almost legally allowed to say it now too. Nancy made it like super far through! Didn't watch? Well you suck. I'll sum it up for you. There were a lot of shitty guys, plus one pretty one who can sing, plus one not so pretty one who can sing, plus one pretty one who can't sing anything other than bar rock but will make it far because he's pretty. There were a lot of girls who were much more talented.
I sat through two hours waiting to see Nancy's auditions. I waited to see her get through the first cut. They showed 30 seconds and said that she was the best they'd seen all day. I'd heard the horror stories about her group audition and was SO excited for it. Nada. They skipped past it. Same with her duet. BUT! They did show her final audition, which rocked. What did they say when she left. That she was the best they'd seen. Yes, I'm totally leeching off her fame and I can deal with that - only because she's so fucking awesome. I told my mother that she's to expect a HUGE phone bill every month until the show is over because I’m going to keep voting until I can't vote anymore. Go go gadget Nansizzle!
P.S. Holy crap, Nancy Silverman has a fan club!
