A few impressions:
- Gina is smokin’ hot. Love her.
- Wow. Tony Bennett is old. When the entire crowd cheers so soulfully over one, measly, little song, you know that you’re close to the end. Consider this your warning.
Was that wrong?
- Whatcha want to be that every time Antonella Barba shows up on TV there is a huge spike in searches for semi-nude pictures of the woman?
- Sanjaya still sucks. Only now he does it even though he’s been kicked off the show. Will he never leave us in peace?
- Wow again. Bette Midler sucks on a level that, typically, only Sanjaya can reach. What the hell happened to her voice?
Thank you. Thank you. Thank God for you, the end of that damned song.
- The Beatles would not be amused. The Ruttles might be.
- Am I the only one that thinks that Reuben Studdard would’ve smoked the entirety of this year’s AI finalists? Seriously.
- Shock. Jordin wins.
- Dismay. Jordin sings “This is My Crappy American Idol Penned Single.”
- G-phrase asks if I can retire permanently from weekly American Idol commentary. Fair question since it means she is subjected to painful moments like “This is My Now.”
- Luckily for you, I’m completely willing to sacrifice the girl’s sanity for your amusement. Cool, huh?
Update: Heheh.
Funny:
Wow, it’s like miniature versions of Steve Buscemi and John Candy (well, not so miniature in that case) accepting an award, except for the glaring lack of talent.
Of course, if you didn’t see the show, this won’t make any sense at all. If you did see it, well, no explanation needed.
