American Idol
I have joked with my wife that if ever we were involved in a couples Trivia Pursuit competition I would be doomed. I would be obligated to having her as my partner; she is my wife after all. The problem is she knows little of pop culture (at least not the important stuff). I asked her if I could at least count on her for the literature questions.
"It depends on the literature."
"It depends? Did you not go to U of O majoring in Journalism and English?"
I have come across this show on television. Maybe you have heard of it, American Idol. I mention it now because in a previous post (last week) I made reference to Carrie Underwood. It appears that she was a major player in the show.
Who knew?
Truth be told I have never seen one episode.
Truth be told I have never seen one episode.
"Don't pick on people, jump on their failures, criticize their faults--unless, of course, you want the same treatment."
Matthew 7:1 The Message.
I am such an idiot.
posted by P Keener @ 10:53 PM
1 Comments:
At 3:50 PM,
Anonymous said…
I had an interesting experience shopping at TJ's on Thursday, and I have to give some background first before I tell the story. I heard on this past Wednesday that AI is going to have a new season this year, even after all the debates and rumours (and these discussions can go on for hours at my favorite donut shop, so I won't bore you with the details, factual or not!)
The donut shop that I frequent (McFerrell's) has a typical floor plan design, with the donuts and workers in an island (Donut Isle, as we call it) and most of the customers belly up to the bar and sit down for a satisfying donut or three. The seats surround Donut Isle in a large U shape, so all of us American Idol fans (and some of us IdoleXpose fans) can meet each week to talk about events of the previous weeks and predictions of next week.
Sometimes we get abstract, like, "Would Sayesha vote for Obama or Palin?" No one seems to care that Palin is actually not running for President. This seems inconsequential, irrelevant, and most agree "Let the voters decide." Philosophical and political debates quickly ensue.
A minority faction has even proposed "Let the voters decide what the voters will decide to decide." The majority agreed that the Producers would never lean in this direction, fearing that the Investors would pull the plug on the funding. Remember, the Investors get the Revenues, but the Producers pay the salaries with only the money slowly trickling in from the Investors. If this sounds too much like paperless voting in America, I'm with ya' on that one.
When we meet at Donut Isle, its like a town meeting, or a Board meeting around a long table. Refreshments are served, and there is a sense of order in our discussions, as the person who sits at the end of U shaped donut bar is crowned "Donut Chair" I've sat there a few times, and let me tell you, it's no picnic. If someone spills coffee that night, inevitably the Chair gets wet. And who gets all the complaints about noise and conduct from Donut Isle - you guessed it, The Chair.
We also discussed making our own donuts, and I said that I was just too busy to do that, and in fact, often bothered that my favorite store in town (TJ's) did not sell donuts. I have written them countless times, and frequently bring it up with the manager of the store. Now whenever I visit TJ's and say "Hello!" to the manager, he looks at me and says "No donuts yet!"
So I was stocking up at TJ's for the beginning of the new season, filling my cart nearly full. The check out went smoothly, as they now take credit cards, which makes it so much easier to pay. I parked on the street rather than in the lot, which is unusual for me, and after shopping, I was rolling my cart out to my car using the opposite side of the store door near the street, which I had never gone out before with a cart, only perhaps with hand bags.
About ten steps outside the store, there is a yellow line painted on the sidewalk with the words "Carts Stop Here" clearly visible even at night. I snickered and pushed my cart past this thinking "I'll be right back." I took two steps further past the yellow line, and my walking slammed into my cart, which had ceased to move as if some Genie had waved a magic wand and put a spell on it. I had never heard of a cart that had wheels that would lock up - I was in a moment.
Looking around, I saw no wizard waving a wand, and so I put two and two together, and realized that TJ's was serious about that yellow line - using some kind of electro spring locking mechanism, radio controlled by lack of proximity. The cart probably knew what velocity and direction I was walking, along with other various atmospheric measurements. I let go of the cart (it wasn't going anywhere anyways) and took two of my eight bags out of the cart, and walked the next ten steps to my car. Three more round trips, and the trunk of my 1986 Chevy Caprice Deluxe was full of my snacks for the opening week of AI & IX.
I walked back to the cart, still motionless on the slanted sidewalk, and tried to push it back to TJ's. It would not budge. So I tried pulling it, and even with the donut weight that I am packing lately, it still wouldn't move. Lastly, I tried a wheelie, but that didn't help either. So I just lifted the cart in the air, and carried it across the yellow line, and then some but not all of the wheels came loose and I could leave it nearer to the carts where it had come from.
If any other idolexpose fans out there are stocking up at TJ's for the first week, take my advice - don't cross the yellow line!
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