Damn You, "Nashville Star"

I seriously doubt that anyone here in New York City who happens to read this blog is a big fan of Nashville Star. Those loyal readers south of the Mason-Dixon line (yes, both of you), might have caught an episode or at least heard about it. Please allow me this opportunity to give you a bit of history. The show began two or three seasons ago on cable. It was a Country Music version of "American Idol." There was great talent, great performances. The winners have had success in their careers after the show. I suspect that its popularity on cable inspired NBC to pick it up for the full network treatment. The result is a show that leaves true fans of Country Music sitting in their trucks and crying in their beers.

Two weeks ago, probably half the songs were Motown or pop. I like both these styles, but this is "NASHVILLE" Star, dammit. Not Detroit Star or LA Star.

This week, the theme was "Pop Goes Country," where the artists were forced to take a pop song and give it a country sound. Such as "PYT" by Michael Jackson. Scratching your head, aren't you?

There are many other things that piss me off about this show, but I am now getting red-faced and angry. I don't want to talk about it anymore. Hmph.

So, damn you "Nashville Star" and damn you NBC. You have taken a great show that offered an alternative to the 50 dance contest shows and other such flotsam and turned it into the laughingstock of television. Remember the old adage: if you try to please everyone, you please no one.

Relationship Tool--Free, Here, Now!

Need some peace and quiet around the house?  Here is a secret tip.  Shhhh!  Don't tell anyone...

1.  Pick a minor spat with your other half.

2.  Apologize, accept blame.

3.  Encourage your other half to give you "the silent treatment" as penance.

(works REALLY well when attempting to assemble "furnitures" or decipher "paperworks" with Filipinos)

Tee hee.  Actually, that doesn't really work.  But it is fun.  And, yes, chuckles were shared all around after the bicycle rack was safely assembled and installed using instructions that were obviously written by a 2nd grader.  Or a less-than-infinite number of monkeys typing randomly.

Answered Prayers

Way back in May, 1989, I had a gorgeous date to my high school's senior prom. Not only was Holly my date, she was also a bestest friend. Even though there was no blood relation, I considered her family my own.

Today, June 10, 2008, Holly emerged from what has to be the scariest, most intimidating and daunting experience I could possibly imagine. She survived brain surgery.

She and her family can better tell the fears, the hopes, the dreams, the excitement and the elation that has accompanied the entire process.

I would not impose on my own behalf, but for Holly's encouragement, I humbly ask that you visit her blog site and leave a comment. I know that she, and her family, will be comforted by positive words that you can share. Even though you don't know Holly personally, I can tell you that the influence she has had on many lives, mine included, is one that makes this world a better place.

I love you, Holly. And I am happy that your recovery is coming along so well!

ps: one of the questions the neuro-staff regularly asks is "who is the President?" Poor Holly...being forced to remember *that* every hour!!!

Just so we are clear...

Former White House spokesman Scott McClellan did not betray George W. Bush.  Instead, it is the world that was betrayed by the Bush administration, including LIARS Karl Rove, Dick Cheney and "Scooter" Libby.  I am not convinced that President George W. Bush is a bad guy.  I am convinced that he is surrounded by self-absorbed, narcissistic, greedy, selfish thieves.

I will write no more lest emotion overtake intellect.