This post has nothing to do with homeschooling.
Nor with working from home.
Nor parenting.
Nor any of the other weighty subjects you've come to expect from other bloggers whom I love to cite and quote (but rarely from me in original form - I admit it!!!).
Instead, this is all about that all-important, all-consuming subject clogging the thought-processes of intelligent, well-meaning adults all across the fruited plain who have many other things they should be focusing on but aren't.
This post is, indeed, about American Idol.
(feel free to move on to another site / blog / etc if you have no desire to waste time on this subject. I'll wait while you move on)
OK, now that the boring people are gone, an admission. Typically, my wife and I are "end of the season" AI viewers. Don't bore us with the 12, the 8, or even the final 6. Get it down to the final 4 or so and we're suddenly interested. (We have a similar approach to professional baseball, the Braves, and play-off season / the World Series, but let's not turn this into a psychological analysis, shall we (not)?).
Our interest in American Idol really started when we lived in Birmingham AL which, for several years, had a statistically inprobable likelyhood of having a resident in the final 4. Rueben, Bo, etc. Who couldn't love Rueben? We were minding our own business shopping at Rich's (now - alas - Macy's) when he walked by with some of his posse. We were thrilled. Our interest in Idol was cemented.
We also claim any links to anyone else from the Atlanta area (our hometown) and, in general, the South. But, we don't have the time or patience to sit through all of the drama of the first 8 weeks. We know someone we can love will end up in the final group. If not, there's always next year. (refer back to my reference to major-league baseball).
This year, it's all David Cook. Due to travel, I've had more opportunities to check in on Idol over the past 4 weeks or so. From the moment Michael the Australian guy was knocked off, I've known it had to be David C. OK, so he's from Missouri. Technically, that's the "south". More importantly, he's all that and a bag of chips. David A is cute and all, but let's send him to Orlando (Disney) to marinate for a decade or so, then he can burst on the scene when he's an adult. In the meantime, in the "Battle of the David's", it's all about Cook. There is no alternative.
Nuf said.
Watch next week.
Vote for DC.
(We now return to our original programming.)
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Growing up in Chicago, the original "wait until next year!" baseball city, I thought anything below I80 was the deep south. Since moving to Missouri, I discovered that to Missourians, anything south of I70 is the deep south. So you can have David from Missouri on AI. His home town, Blue Springs, is indeed south of I70. At least part of it. Blue Springs' only contribution to life is having one of the few White Castle hamburger joints in the MoKan area. You've just read my one and only thought process on AI since its inception.
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