She is a dream girl

Mercedes Jones, played by Amber Riley, sang "And I am Telling You" wayyyyyy better on Glee tonight than Jennifer Hudson did in Screamgirls. I think JenHud should give her Academy Award to Amber Riley. And then she should go away for ever.

See, Jennifer? You CAN sing without screaming! Yay.

Marketers need new drugs

What is up with the commercials these days? Most specifically car and anti-depression medication ads. Ugh.

1. Volkswagon. I already have issues with your marketing people, due to the series of ads that basically stated that if you drive a VW you WILL get hit. Now, they have a fella drenched in oil who unsuccessfully changed the oil in his brand new and very expensive Mercedes. The VW rolls up to inform him that oil changes are free and Volkswagon. That's great! However, a guy who just shelled out $50k-100K for a car is not going to be too worried about the cost of an oil change.

2. Lexus IS convertible: Promoting illegal endeavors (so it seems) during a time of economic crisis in which the average person cannot afford this car unless they commit illegal endeavors. Nice way to get around the recession, Lexus. Hey, future IS owners, go steal something and you can get away in your new convertible! Yay!

3. Cymbalta. You make me depressed watching your damn commercial. Seriously! Who does this Cymbalta ad hurt. Everyone.

4. Pristiq. There is a creepy little wind up doll that sticks around, even when the person is on anti-depression meds, to remind them that depression is always watching. I think this commercial is scary. That doll is gonna get you. Not the message I want from my anti-depression drugs. There it is! Augh!

Doobie doobie doo Dance!

I have successfully avoided watching "So You Think You Can Dance" until this season. Marci likes it and if Marci likes something, chances are I will too. So I DVR'd it.

I am in.

Holy smokes, these kids can move. Makes me think that I can move... until I get up and kick my leg up six inches from the floor and feel something unpleasant happen to my hamstring. I keep forgetting how old and unbendy I am. Still, I am wiggling along to the music while I watch, perhaps with some bizarre ingrained belief that I could dance like that if I just tried.

Oh, the bodies! I love all the muscle and the leanness and the flexibility. It is amazing what a body can do. Then they showed me Sean Kingston, off-tune possible offspring of Biz Markie. He is really fat, after seeing all these fit dancers bodies. Thanks for ruining my high.

I loveeeeddddd the Bollywood dance. I was exhausted just watching them. It was good to see Wade Robson's choreography. I loved the Crash Test Dummies dance.

So, I am in. Okay? And if I suddenly feel an urge to dance, grab my hand and join me!

RIP Grasshopper

I was watching Mental (episode 3, Book of Judges) which starred David Carradine. It was such a sad role to watch, knowing that he is dead. He was in a sort of disassociative state in which in seemed to have no connection to the real world, choosing instead to live in a fantasy brought upon by a lightning strike that hit him and killed his wife.

I don't know where I am going with this, but it struck me as sad. This was supposed to be aired while he was filming a new movie in Thailand. Instead, they are trying to figure out the details of his death. Then there is the whole lightning aspect which makes me sad for the people who were struck and killed by lightning recently, like the 12 year old boy in Fredericksburg, VA last week.

It was a sad episode. And it ended kind of gross with Estella Warren coming to "take care of unfinished business" with the good doctor. I dunno. Seemed a little cliched to me.

Goody Chelsea

Is Chelsea Handler being styled by the women from The Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints?

(sorry for the crappy quality of the pictures)

It's over

Crap. Now what am I going to write about?

I rolled my eyes so many times they rolled into the back of my head.

I was just going to have this be a one word entry with the word being either "Damn" or "Yay". But then we were exposed to the brutal murder of P!nk's "So What". Hearing Jasmine Murray singing tonight made me wonder how she got there in the first place. Then I thought for sure that Scott was either going to wildly flail himself off the stage, or be pushed.
Dean-Anthony Bradford... has the same singing technique as Adam. Seriously. Lil Rounds was watching the camera so hard and did not start performing until she was sure it was on. That sucks for some reason.

Hey, it's Jason Mraz. I sang one of his songs with a band last night. I forgot all of the words. I could only wooo along. I have new respect for singers. I am going to crash their show again next week and attempt to sing a Paramore song. Hope I can recall the words. It was my first public singing (that no one could hear - whatever, I still sang in public).

Oh, someone got her boobs done. When Ryan said she ought to go out there and perform, I really expected to see a stripper pole descend from the rafters. Kara schooled bikini girl and showed she has an equally hot body. (The subsequent attempts at closing her dress were an added level of hilarity, especially when paired with the bitchy sidelong glances Katrina gave her).

Damn, Cyndi Lauper looks fabulous. She makes me want to go platinum again. She and Allison were great together. I have the words to "Time After Time" taped on the inside of the closet doors in my childhood bedroom. They are at bellybutton level which I assume was my eye level at the time of their taping.

Based on the last Ford commercial, Kris is a way better singer than Adam.

Oh yay! Crazy is back!!! Oh, she was not that entertaining.

The finale song was great. I liked them singing Queen. I even could listen to Adam singing for a second.

Well, here goes....

YAY!