A Brand New Season

I try to keep my blog relatively free of commentary regarding my television shows...except when they lead to trips to Paris. It's not that I find it offensive when people discuss their shows...it's just that I quite frankly never think of it.

But tomorrow night...in less than twenty-four hours now...a brand new season of Idol begins. Oh boy - I just lost a couple of you on that one, didn't I? You thought I had some sense to me and now I've admitted I'm just a shallow member of the reality TV world? Technically not true. Idol is my only reality show. I even gave up on the Bachelor after the ridiculousness of one season made me mad. (Couldn't even tell you now which season it was.)

I missed the first season of Idol entirely and only happened upon the hilarious auditions of season two during a channel surf. I stopped surfing and found myself hooked. I was a Clay fan to the bitter end, and though I said I didn't care who won between Mr. Aiken and Mr. Studdard, I lied. I wanted Clay to win.

Here's the thing about the show...I get so stinking opinionated!! There's always the one singer that lasts about eleven rounds too long and the one that is eliminated without warning and certainly without fairness, and the one person that no one else agrees with me about, but I know I'm right anyway. And I take it all as personally as I possibly can. So anyway - I'll try not to drone on and on about it as the weeks pass, but if I get caught up, I might not be able to control that very well.

At any rate, I love the first night every season - I love laughing at the bizarre display of lack of talent. In fact, in my scrapbook from last year's Idol kickoff party (yes, I watch with friends), there is a picture of me face down on the floor trying not to spit out my coffee while a girl tried to go up the down escalator in heels and a dress. Hey, it was a good moment for scrapbook history, if nothing else.

So with all that said, please, my blogging friends, do not abandon me now. It could be a very good season.