I need to take a brief break from the roundtable preparations to confess that...well...last night I had PURE thoughts about Sanjaya. No, don't trouble yourself shaking out your ears. I said I thought NICE things about Sanjaya.
1. I did not think he was the worst singer/performer last night. You heard me correctly: Sanjaya was not the worst. For the record, Chris was, IOO (that's "in our opinion"---"our" being me and my husband who now, after lo so many years, do share one brain). And let the record reflect it is my husband's best guess that Chris is slotted to go next.
2. Friends. God help me. Last night, I found myself almost liking Sanjaya.
Why?
Please.
The reply to the write-in question. That was hilarious, "I'd like to see Simon Cowell sing Shiny, Happy People to display his true personality."
That was like Bush level awesome unimpeachable backhanded slam. WABOOM!
What could anyone---including the aforementioned Shiny, Happy Person---do but laugh their rear ends off?
I just want you to know that this visual is warring in my head with one of a rubber chicken strung up on a fishing pole. Just trust me; the blog post explaining that has been written since this past Monday and will go up after a suitable interval.
I just love it. You know, I'd pay money to see Simon sing that song.
Back to the subject at hand:
I'll be cruising your blogs today (those of you who said, "Yes! Count me in!" The words that are like music to my ears---thank you, since my ears? They were otherwise cruelly assaulted too many times yesterday.) and collecting links. I'll put them together and post up the master link list tomorrow.
And now I leave you with this:
copyright 2007 Julie Pippert
1. I did not think he was the worst singer/performer last night. You heard me correctly: Sanjaya was not the worst. For the record, Chris was, IOO (that's "in our opinion"---"our" being me and my husband who now, after lo so many years, do share one brain). And let the record reflect it is my husband's best guess that Chris is slotted to go next.
2. Friends. God help me. Last night, I found myself almost liking Sanjaya.
Why?
Please.
The reply to the write-in question. That was hilarious, "I'd like to see Simon Cowell sing Shiny, Happy People to display his true personality."
That was like Bush level awesome unimpeachable backhanded slam. WABOOM!
What could anyone---including the aforementioned Shiny, Happy Person---do but laugh their rear ends off?
I just want you to know that this visual is warring in my head with one of a rubber chicken strung up on a fishing pole. Just trust me; the blog post explaining that has been written since this past Monday and will go up after a suitable interval.
I just love it. You know, I'd pay money to see Simon sing that song.
Back to the subject at hand:
I'll be cruising your blogs today (those of you who said, "Yes! Count me in!" The words that are like music to my ears---thank you, since my ears? They were otherwise cruelly assaulted too many times yesterday.) and collecting links. I'll put them together and post up the master link list tomorrow.
And now I leave you with this:
copyright 2007 Julie Pippert
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I'm still working out kinks, but I will post and link, I promise. This topic has spiralled into epic proportions for me, trying to scale down.
When signing in late at school...my excuse? Excessive dancing and singing to "Furry Happy Monsters Feeling Glad." Kids could not get enough.
I mean, what can I say? LOL
Bad mom! Bad influence!
Oh yeah...sitting on an open patio in the spring with friends, being cool, waiting for the musician du jour to come out a capella. REM...Indigo Girls...Natalie Merchant (well, 10,000 Maniacs)...Sara Hickman and Sarah McLachlan. Among many others.
Aren't I cynical?
Hope you got my e-mail last night?
We'll see how it goes... :)
I don't know. It might be too soon for the ideas I expressed there.