Euphonic Gumshoe

I’ve moved — perhaps temporarily, perhaps permanently.

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I’m watching Lost — what’s that?  Jordin won?  Yay!  Now leave me alone.  Lost’s on!

Twenty-three minutes into American Idol and I’m bored.  Wake me up at like 5 til 10 when they announce the winner.

Last night I had an interview with a local band that’s independently putting out its first album.  So I made plans with the contact to go over to his house for a quick Q&A about the band and the album and do a little write-up about it for the newspaper.

I have never finished an interview so quickly in my entire life.  The bassist, lead singer and the guitar player are gorgeously hot.  I’m a fairly social person who enjoys being around people chatting and interacting, but I was so put-off by their good looks that I wrapped up the interview in 15 minutes.  This afternoon, I can barely read my notes.  I stammered, misspelled their names several times (how many ways can you spell Miller?) and asked the same question three times.

I’m a freaking junior high girl!  Or one of those groupies at a Guns N Roses concert.  Hot damn.  I think it’s time I stop putting off dating again.  It’s messing with my mind!

Tonight’s the night.  Tonight is the Lost season finale.  After this evening, we are exactly halfway in the mystery-infested narration that has been the highlight of my week for as long as I can remember.  I’m way, way excited.  But I’m also a bit anxious.

I really loved the season finales of Ugly Betty and Grey’s Anatomy.  They were excellent.  They had everything that one who watches television regularly has come to expect and crave.  So needless to say, my high hopes for Lost is almost unattainable.

Case in point:  my views of the season finales of 24, Desperate Housewives and Heroes.  All right, boring and disappointing, respectively.

What I’m left with tonight on Lost will have to last me until February of 2008.  That’s a long freaking way away.  Heroes is also looking to make use of the no-repeats schedule pioneered by 24.  And Battlestar Galactica — may that season finale be praised — isn’t making a comeback until ‘08 either.  What I’m left with tonight from Lost will have to be satisfy my craving for nine months.  I could get pregnant and pop that baby out in that amount of time.  (I’m male, so no — no baby for me.) 

Next Tuesday is the finale of House, which looks very interesting indeed.  Michael Moore took 9/11 first responders to Cuba for their healthcare.  On House, a woman flees Cuba for Dr. House’s healthcare.  Crazy.  It’s such a mixed-up world.

But perhaps most pertinent to the moment is that season finale of Ammmmm-erican Idol.  Jordin or Blake?  That’s the million dollar question.  Personally, I think Jordin should win because, well — she can sing.  Don’t get me wrong.  Blake can carry a tune and he can beat-box and he can intrigue the audience, but is that going to carry-over on an album?  When his fans go to one of his concerts and they’re sitting 2500 feet from the stage, are they going to care that he’s moving around the stage all cool-like?  I don’t think so.  Jordin is the true singer.  So she should win.  Will she?  Who can venture a guess when HWSNBN got so far? 

Oh man.  The season finales of 24 and Heroes are on tonight.  And, of course, I just got the capability to tape two things at the same time.  Next year, Zac.  Next year.

Speaking of music, I have a confession to make.  I can’t stand Nickelback.  Sure, they make catchy tunes every so often — albeit, few and far between — but the guy’s voice just gets on my nerves something fierce within a verse and half a chorus.  The melody can be in my mind for several hours after a listen, but that voice!  Argh!  I’m trying to listen to him right now and it’s pissing me off already.  Make it stop!  Make it stop!

Just for the record, All the Pain Money Can Buy by Fastball, released in 1998, is just as good now as it was back then.  I dug it out from my CD collection the other night and it’s still completely listenable from start to finish.  Excellent stuff.  Nothing groundbreaking, nothing all that special.  Just a great CD to chill to, to listen and forget about the day.  I give it 4.5 out of 5 stars.

Whatever happened to them anyway?

The season finale of Ugly Betty was better than I could have ever expected from such a silly show.  When it ended, I had to pause for a moment to reflect.  This superficial, guilty-pleasure of a show knocked my socks off.

One definite death, two possible deaths, sibling rivalry put to rest, a prison escape, a sacrifice for love, a realization of maternity, a dastardly act, a dirty confession revealed, a hopeless romantic spurned, a woman’s pitiful agony, and a man too hot for words.

If you don’t believe my conviction, watch the pilot.  You’ll be hooked. 

The title of the song isn’t Teenage Wasteland, as many people wrongly guess.  It’s Baba O’Reily.  I already knew this, but I know this for sure now because I bought Who’s Next by The Who this evening.  Very good stuff.  Now I see what all the fuss is about.  Like with every album I buy, I’ll need to listen to it a few more times to establish a lasting impression.  But I like what I hear already.

But remember, Baba O’Reily.  Not Teenage Wasteland.  I’m a real treat at cocktail parties.

This afternoon the father of a child I normally work with called in to say his boy wasn’t coming.  My coworker, relaying the message, hollered very loudly across the room, "Zac, Jack’s off."  Hmm.  Yeah, so?

I know I picked him as "Hotter" in the fourth edition of Hot or Hotter, but Robin Thicke really isn’t all that cute aside from that picture.  And his songs suck the big one.  And he sings like a girl.  I take back my vote!  Give me Dr. McSteamy any day of the week — even if his character adds nothing to Grey’s Anatomy and he could die in the next episode and hardly be missed. 

Oh that’s right.  I’m hateful tonight! 

ABC announced its fall line-up and boy, it’s a humdinger.  Perhaps the network’s most guaranteed hit of the season comes Wednesdays at 9pm this fall — "Private Practice" with Dr. Addison Shepard (Kate Walsh) of Grey’s Anatomy fame.  She’s sexy, she’s funny.  There is very little to dislike about her.  Hell, that’s three up on Matt LeBlanc.  I definitely find her attractive — in a gay man loves straight woman kind of way, of course — so watching her sexcapades unfold in LA will be interesting.

*Sigh*  No Lost until next February.  Sad face.  But speaking of Lost, I got the goods on the finale!  Woohoo!

TV evangelist Jerry Falwell died today.  I don’t speak ill of the dead, so I will only say that while I disagreed with the Reverend on almost every possible issue, I hope now that he is in a better place.  He did what he felt was right for his family and his nation, and almost never can a man be faulted for that.  His family’s loss tonight is in my thoughts.