Let My Peephole Go

I wasn't expecting it.

"American Idol" is still entertaining. There were the bad singers, yeah, but there were some really touching stories, too! Sigh. I really was happy that the woman with the daughter who has Rhett's Syndrome sung well. I have to admit that I did tear up over her getting her Golden Ticket to Hollywood. It would have been awful if she had not have sung well.

But the judges were still getting warmed up, I guess. Paula was so low key tonight and Simon was sweet. Randy was, well, Randy. He only used "dawg" once tonight that I noticed.

I did read early on the names of the people who made it past the Hollywood Week but it's not like I remember them. Actually, the only one I do remember is the chicky from Miami Sound Machine just because I actually went to YouTube and watched her sing. I think she's going to do really well. Not sure it's fair that she's there. She must not have a contract right now, but she is certainly a professional.

There were a couple of surprises for me. First, Taylor's backup singer making it thru to Hollywood. Both Kev and I were like "HUH?". It was not a good sign so early on. Thank Goodness the show redeemed itself. Maybe the judges figured they needed someone who could be voted off soon and they wouldn't have to feel bad about it.

Second. Neither one of us thought we'd see anyone who made William Hung look like Frank Sinatra. "Let my people go", indeed. I'm not sure if a medical malady was involved or not, and if so, I heartily apologize, but to me, it looked like the tip of the guy's tongue was attached to the roof of his mouth.

The "Never watched an R-rated movie" woman was refreshing. She sounds like she's got principles and morals and ethics. When is THAT shoe going to drop? Hmmm? I hope she's what she portays herself as being. Lettuce hope. (heh...)