So youda thunk there'd have been more goons during the first round of
AI auditions, but in a sea of 10,000+, there was only one that I physically saw: a dude who showed up in a Dorothy costume with a blonde Pippi Longstocking wig, a 5:00 shadow and combat boots. He compared his look and tactic to that of William Hung, and I was like, "All right there, pal. You go," when I was really thinking, "Yeah, but see, the difference between you and William Hung is that he was at least sincere. You, on the other hand, are a fucking fruitbat." Nevertheless, if you see a dude in a Dorothy costume with a blonde Pippi Longstocking wig, a 5:00 shadow and combat boots during the initial
AI shows, you'll know I met him and that he's an insincere, fucking fruitbat. Otherwise, there was a chick who channeled her inner Tina Turner -- right down to the crazy hair and a white fringed mini dress -- that everyone seemed be amused by. Here I thought the whole point of
AI was to be original, at least while you could before they
suck your soul out of your assholemake you into a STAR, but what do I know, right!?? Anyway, although I'm sure there was a dearth of colossally bad singers, I didn't hear 'em. Wish there was more to tell,
Mac. I keep trying to publish the story, but I seem to be having trouble with my extended entry.
Wonder how that happened? Because I wasn't having trouble with it Friday. Curious.
Today was the cool stuff, however; I covered IndiaFest, which I was totally hoping I would because everyone there is super nice and would give me the world if I were allowed to take it (reporter's rules and shit). So they had me volunteer for the sari-wrapping deomnstration, right? Yeah, they ended up GIVING me the sari to keep. It's freaking GOR-jus, a light brown with gold trim and black fringe with a black petticoat. I'm SO going to find an excuse to wear it. Pictures tomorrow (if I can figure out what the hell's wrong with my MT.)
Oh, and yeah, I would be remiss in not mentioning that I hooked up and had a lovely time with
him, his lovely wife and another friend at OktoberFest downtown Friday evening after I finished with the AI stuff. I also came to the realization that 1) I'm getting too old for that thing they call distance walking, and 2) I've become a total slob since I left Chicago. Going to have to work on that a bit.
Never been an AI fan. I’m more into reality shows that poke fun at themselves like Joe Schmoe and Tommy Lee Goes To College.
I’ve already got enough drama in my life, I don’t need these poor bastards who get suckered into their 15 minutes of fame adding to it.
Oh, and Broad… a “dearth” is a lack of something, usually used to imply that it is greatly missed. Like a dearth of food or beer. I cannot fathom a dearth of bad AI singers.
Succumbing to a dearth of tact,
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