Yes, it's come to this. I'm afraid to report that for the next several months, you, dear readers, will have to endure the excruciating analyses of reality television. I will not be reading any books. I will not be discussing education or veganism. I will have nothing to say that does not relate to American Idol, The Amazing Race, or Flavor of Love. Deal.
I'll admit that I'm having slight difficulty getting excited about The Amazing Race 9. We applied to be considered for one of the teams for season 10, but it's not going to happen. We were keeping the whole thing under wraps on our blogs, in the hopes that we might be called for a semi-finalist interview (TAR has really strict confidentiality clauses for applicants), but it seems that the calls have gone out, and we didn't receive one.
At the risk of sounding completely crazy, I'll admit that I was really bummed out. Like, I almost cried when I realized that we weren't going to be considered for the show. In my entire life, I haven't wanted to do anything as badly as run the Amazing Race. Maybe I'll write a blog entry soon about why TAR has become a personal mission for me, but not right now.
On the up-side, I can tell you this. We put forth a hell of an effort with our written applications and video. If we apply again for future seasons, I'd change our approach a bit, but at least we can say our application wasn't half-assed. We gave it our best shot and had a blast. I thought our video was hilarious, but after surfing The Internets and watching other audition videos, I learned that pretty much every idiot who applies thinks their video is the funniest/most creative/most imaginative video the casting directors have gotten or will ever get. Still, I thought we might have a shot.
Once Tuesday night rolls around, I know I'm going to be prancing about the house like a manic fool, but for now, I'm between stages 4 and 5 of the grieving process.
Speaking of mania, let's get back to the current mania-at-hand, shall we? American Idol. I'm satisfied with the results, although I'm holding out hope that this news is true: an alleged current contract will cause Sway Penala to be booted from the show (current recording or management contracts violate the rules of the competition). This has the potential to bring back BOBBY! Sweet, sweet, Barry-Manilow-loving-not-afraid-to-wear-black-satin-oh-yes-he-DID Bobby! Until then, I'm putting out an APB on Bobby. If he is to show up in Vegas any time soon, I want to be able to catch the first flight available.
And for those who dig Taylor Hicks, you can order his CD here: Laser's Edge. They're swamped with orders right now, but I was impressed with how quickly they shipped my CD and the great customer service and communication they offer.
Sunday night! It's the Family Edition of Flavor of Love! I'm sure we'll have plenty to discuss.