The Left Anchor

I had to find out about the American Idol eliminations via Twitter last night, and the results made me face-palm.

Oh, America.

I still have not fully come to terms with the fact that more people voted for Tim Urban than Alex Lambert. Sure, Alex’s hair is pretty distracting, but he was the best male vocalist this season. I think there was some complacency on the fans’ part, where they thought Alex would be safe, because the judges like him and he sang well this week.

It’s too early to be complacent. If you want the talented people to stay in the competition, that means you have to vote for them. Being complacent is what in the past sent Chris Daughtry, Michael Johns, and Carly Smithson home before their time.
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I am shocked that after her horrifying performance of Charlie Chaplin’s “Smile” that Paige Miles was voted into the Top 12 over Katelyn Epperly. Katelyn was one of my picks to possibly leave this week, but I truly thought she was going to make it. But, good for Paige; I hope she gets her act together and shows us why Simon called her the best female vocalist in the competition during Top 24 week.

Todrick Hall was the other contestant eliminated this week, and I had a feeling that his time was running out. His elimination did not come as a huge shock to me.
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Robin Hood, seated on the ancient trunk of an oak, had a spot of melancholy in his eyes blazing once:
- So, Juanito …
Little John (Johnny) scratched his head:
- Bad, very bad, boss, things could not be worse. Half the land is uncut and peasants Papan flies outside their huts without a bad roast beef that get between teeth.
- Will have to pass on some coins, to go out of step.
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George Clooney

George Clooney was drunk and carrying a flask at the Oscars. Although George was nominated in the Best Actor category for his work in Up In The Air, I looked uncharacteristically grouchy whenever the camera panned to him in the crowd. Clooney looked downright surly, in fact.
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Sunday night must mean The Simpsons! I was practically breast-fed on this show. A full 48% of my brain capacity is reserved for Simpsons’ quotes. If they make too many more seasons, I’m pretty sure my brain will lose the ability to control my heart and lungs. I will experience death by Simpsons. Watch, and become infected: