Voyeurism

(now…what was that pic I was supposed to post again? I can’t seem to recall…)

This TV season I only watched 3 shows: Survivor, The Amazing Race, and The Apprentice. They’re now finished, and I was pleased with the results on all three.

Tonight I was hurting BAD for some television. So before I drove to the new library (I am so much in love w/that place that I want to become a librarian) with Mom, I set the DVR to record “American Idol” and … and … another show I’m too embarassed to mention.

American Idol: I watched one song from each of the finalists. I like Bo, not only because he breaks the mold of the other Idols (I still don’t get the Clay phenomenon) , but because of the manly way he holds the microphone stand as he struts about the stage. He’s different. Carrie has a great voice, but strikes me as a less versatile Kelly Clarkson. Each year I indulge myself in one vote in the final episode. This year Bo got the vote. Tomorrow night I’ll watch the last 15 minutes and get a case of the chills no matter who wins.

The Other Show*: I only watched the last half hour or so…just to see the event. I laughed, I sniffled, I felt cheap and dirty for watching. Boy could have worn a tie though. But as much as I adore watching them…I think they need to fade away from the spotlight so that they can go and live a happy normal** life. (sigh)

I’m starting to get my Arthurian legend geek on again. Tonight I checked out “The Hollow Hills,” Mary Stewart’s sequel to “The Crystal Cave.”

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In other news, I dyed my hair light brown. Actually, the color is “Almond Roca.” I’m on the fence about it. You see…I’ve been screwing around with my hair color for almost 15 years. And I’m just plain tired of dealing with roots. So I tried to match my roots and my eyebrows. Unfortuantely, the hair took a wee bit of damage this time around (another reason I want to quit). And it’s…dark. But if this IS my natural color (and trust me…I’m speculating since I haven’t seen it in a while) then shouldn’t it be automatically flattering and feel ‘right?’ Sure it should.

Who’s starting the betting pool on when I go back to blonde?

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“When the crypt goes creak,
And the tombstones quake.
Spooks come out for a swinging wake.
Happy haunts materialize,
And begin to vocalize.
Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize.”

Another classic voice gone, RIP Mr. Ravenscroft.

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* Aw, c’mon. You know what show I watched. I don’t have to write it.
**as normal as you can get after having five reality shows under your combined belts, that is. And over a million dollars to your names. And some cars and trips.

(picture…picture…I vaguely remember…)