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suckered in

Writing about Brad (and his friends) is one thing. Blogging about American Idol is quite another. However, above and beyond my own will, I have been sucked in, for today. Just today.

Mama had an email waiting for me this morning. It was important I call her as soon as I could.

Reason being, at 4:00 sharp, her votes for the American Idol Office Pool are due. It is vital that she have all the information before submitting her ballot. Who better to help with the analysis of this pop culture phenomenon...than her super hip 20-something? False. Well, false that I'm hip (except for the fact that I do wear an occasional bump-it and skinny jeans) but true that given a task of this nature, I could assist and could NOT resist.

And so my morning in the office consisted of none other than some AI Research. Read some blogs, youtubed it; copiously noting how many "hits" each idol's video received, like any good fact finder would. I even had some intellectual conversation on the topic with third parties.

Like cuz Tom over g-chat...

"Hey do you watch American Idol?"
"I try really hard not to."
"Yea it's pretty much torture."
"That country dude will make it...and the black guy. Watched part of last night's...don't intend on repeating the experience."
"That's true, chicks dig the whole deep country voice thing (ordinary chicks that is). And America really likes voting for black dudes...plus he's from Compton!"

Mom had a strong opinion on one of Tommy's idols.

"I do not like him at all. He doesn't enunciate and the words sound garbled. He's super strong, belts out the songs, but in the process loses the melody. He won't be included in my top six."

Wow. My mom just kicked Judge JLo's a$$. And Tom: so detailed and straight forward. America's panel needs you...dog.


So, it is now 1:45 and with an hour left of this workday I have accomplished two things:
1. Deep, significant research and theorizing

2. Adding American Idol to every Wednesday on my google calendar


...oh and writing this blog.

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