In Lieu of Intellectual Pursuits. . .
There's always American Idol. Now, let me first say that last week, while stuffing envelopes at work for 2 straight days, I listened to NPR.
As as aside, this all started because I didn't know what the red line was. I have since learned that the red line was the phone Washington used to communicate with Moscow after the Cuban Missile Crisis. Did ya know that it wasn't actually a phone, more like a telegraph? Well, now you know.
But, back to NPR. People, the world is depressing. Bad things are happening all over the place. I already knew that Wal-Mart is a crap place to work and that the Egyptians don't believe in the Holocaust, like it's some sort of mythical Santa-like creature. I did learn that Sir James Galway is "the man" of flute-playing and I enjoyed the lively discussion on the Oscar nominess (I am so winning the pool this year!). However, I cannot listen day in and day out about how the president is screwing up the country. I already know this. Let's move on to something more entertaining.
I'm currently listening to St. Louis' best mix and they are recapping America's favorite obsession - American Idol. Why do we obsess over this show? I have no idea. I will spend five hours watching this nonesense this week. Dropping two people at a time is ridiculous. After the ladies' performance last night, we all know who's going to end up in the top 6 (I'm not naming names). I have no excuse, but I will share some theories.
At the aforementioned conference I attended, one speaker cited 9/11 as a reason as to why people concentrate on this stupidity. We don't want bad news, we want fun! Secondly, it somewhat reflected the "melting pot" of the country as well as the policital divide. Ruben and Fantasia - blue state. Carrie Underwood - red state. And finally, it's awesome to be able to take the Simon Cowell role and just rip on these people relentlessly with no reprecussions (sorry I yelled at you about that last night mom). We get to judge them! We matter!
In conclusion, I'd like to thank my bf for indulging me in this crap. And, by the way, I know you care who wins! You totally care!
Boredom Blogger. . .out!
posted by boredom blogger @ 11:20 AM
6 Comments:
was it called the red line or the red phone? was it really on npr after we talked about it? that would be a very non-boring coincidence.
npr is boring, and I say that as a listener. got a good half-hour's worth of boredom out of a story on the imminent extinction of the snow-lotus in tibet this morning. only npr can make me yawn while pulling on the heartstrings. studio 360 and this american life and car talk excepted.
that chick with the voice tremor needs to die.
npr is like the history channel. interesting at best, crap most of the time. Oh, and i forget everything about 15 minutes afterward. unless there is some divine synergy between the history channel and the video game I'm playing. This happened with "Hill 400". I anticipate forgetting this soon as well.
if it were not for NPR i would not have half the knowledge i currently possess about nuestra familia (s.i.c.)
be bold, say who you think is going to win, what are you scared of, being wrong and not admitting it later, you and I both know that Paris will win, and why not, she is aucally a pretty damn good singer, and this is coming from a music snob.
you are forgiven
I think that the top six girls will include: Katherine, Paris, Mendisa, Ayla and probably one of those bad blond chicks. But being an expatriate by that time I will not know :-( btw I think that Ruben was from Alabama and Fantasia was from NC, which are also red states. there goes the npr theory!
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