I gotta admit, PopWatchers, I got totally swept up during last nightsAmerican Idol.
snarkier) instincts for the rest of the night.
Part of that, I think, has to do with the Nokia itself.
Put it this way: Nigel and Co. could comfortably fit four of the regularIdoldomes inside the Nokias MegaIdolDome.
Strike that: Its theIdolDeath Star to the CBSs star destroyer.
Um, in a good way?
Well, to answer my own semi-question, yes and no.
andIdolalumni (like, er, Anwar Robinson!).
(As promised,Mr.
Brooke White had shorn his shaggy frat-boy hair upon the departureof his wife from the show.
For the record, Mr. Brooke White, dont everlet it grow that long again.)
The front rows were thick withIdolalumni but no other discernible celebrities.
I also caught a glimpse of that onesemi-finalist.
You know, the one with the blonde streak in his hair?Who cornballed sang Moon River?
Coreys scream-off contest for the Davids ended in a clear win forMr.
Their den mother is thatthe correct Brownie term?
Corey welcomed the judges, Randy greeting the crowd with the rousing Whats goin down LA?
(Even from12.7 light years away, Brooke Whites glow burns bright.)
No,janked is right.)
Foreshadowing the sometimes striking contrast inaudio quality between the TV broadcast and live performances, perhaps?Indeed.
During the first ad break, the Davids came in for a hug and noteven the bro kind!
(And, Im sorry, but Ive got to link tothis renditionas well.)
I meant a 582,045-year trek,both ways.
Which, er, we wouldve left inthe car anyways lest security confiscate them.
So where were we?
And what the heck do you think was up with Ryans make-up?
