Happy Xmas to everyone from St. Louis, home of the Cardinals, the Blues, BBQ pork steaks, toasted ravioli, the Arch, the largest Bosnian community outside of Bosnia and the birthplace of myself and…Jon Hamm!
Since arriving back here on Tuesday, I’ve done two classes of that crazy Bikram Yoga crap, the “hot box” stuff (there is a place down the street from my parents’ house) and hung out with my family. I have gotten my parents through the entire first season of Mad Men. Xmas Eve confirmed that my family just wants to break out into song whenever possible, which is rather odd, considering we are not very uh, tuneful. My one brother-in-law even knew a bunch of words to…Rent? (I hate Rent. Anyhoo, I had no idea he loved it.) It was also discovered that my siblings and two of my nieces are also…Kris Allen fans!!! In fact, my niece asked me not to make fun of her when she opened the CD (a gift from my mother, as directed by my sister). Obviously, she does not read my blog. I informed her there would be none of that going on, although I will, in fact, still bet money on that Taylor Lautner kid being gay. I even semi-bonded with one sister over…So You Think You Can Dance. Thankfully, she hated Mollee, too! Funny how you can find common ground with family members over shitty reality talent shows.
I hope everyone had a very, very, very merry Christmas. What have you been doing over the holiday? Any good gifts? Stay tuned for the 2009 These Mean Nothing Awards — have you gotten your suggestions in yet?
American Idol’s Season 7 fifth-place finisher Matt Giraud (aka Quatto Host) recently tweeted that he’s written a brand new song…attached with a YouTube link!
MY NEW SONG- 4AM Written by myself and JT Harding. Let me know what ya’ll think
4Am, written with JT Harding, isn’t bad. As I’ve said, I would have no problem seeing Giraud dominate the piano in small venues. When I caught the Idol Tour stop in Boston last August, his performance surprised me more than any other contestant. I had no idea I would like it as much as I did and thought he had improved tenfold since being on the show.
Now, Matty G, can you tell me what’s going on with Quatto? Does he ever talk about me? I miss him so.
Suggested by one of the few resident Glamberts who admit to reading this blog, this year will mark the first-ever meaningless, worthless arbitrary year-end poll. Presenting…the 2009 Top Idol These Mean Nothing Awards.
The winners will receive nothing, nor will they ever put it on a resume. This is simply for our own amusement. Or mine. It’s up to YOU to decide. So send me some suggestions. I’ve got a few cooking, but bring em’ on. Don’t limit them to Idol. This can be about ANYTHING! And then I’ll post the questions for YOUR vote.
(Obviously, we will include a few categories which will attract some rabid fantards, because if there is one thing Idol fantards love more than a patission, its an ONLINE POLL!!!!!)
I had checked out a link someone sent me from Adam-Lambert.org, one of the older Glambert forums…
Obviously, they have ads on their site…which is funny, especially when you see the automatically-generated iTunes banner displayed prominently in the site’s header.
Ha ha ha. Glamberts, aren’t you pissed? How dare iTunes put up such BLASPHEMY? You should write some strongly-worded emails to Steve Jobs ASAP.
Years after Constantine Maroulis left a grease stain on American Idol, his remaining handful of ever-devoted frauen are still spamming media outlets and other industry types in an effort to show the power of Walking VD’s HUGE fanbase. (And no, I’m not talking about Miley Cyrus and her mother.)
Today, the NY Daily News reported this tidbit in their Gossip Roundup:
… New Line president, Toby Emmerich, is being swamped with faxes and e-mails from fans of Constantine Maroulis. They’re demanding the “American Idol” heart-throb get the role of Drew in the movie version of “Rock of Ages,” based on the Broadway play Maroulis currently stars in…
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
A friend of Constantine Maroulis thought it would be really funny to pee on his bottle of MOUTH FUNGUS medicine. Yup. He was right. It IS really funny.
I estimate there are no more than 15-30 women responsible for every single one of these emails and telephone calls. While I can only wish to read one of those eloquent emails or faxes allegedly sent to a high-powered film executive, a girl can only dream. But seriously, Confrau, fess up.
I never demanded anything.
I simply pointed out a few facts.When are they going to cast that movie anyway?
Ah ha! So it wasn’t just an elaborate PR stunt now was it?
I can’t help but think the item in the NY Daily News was fed to them via PR folk for either Constantine/ROA. But I don’t think it’s a bad thing… except that I’m with Cal. I didn’t “demand” anything. I asked them to consider giving Constantine a shot at the role. But IMO, saying his fans are “demanding” that he be cast as Drew is simply a way of making the item more dramatic/interesting. It’s kind of what journalists are supposed to do. *g*
Ok, so that’s two…Hey, while I honestly DO NOT spend most of my time following the hilarious antics of Idol fantards, I must say that the small group of remaining Greasy Constantine fans still provide lots of amusement. It’s more than the fact I think the guy has little talent. It’s the fact that he is a DOUCHEBAG. A complete and utter narcissistic douchebag. I don’t care if he somehow landed a starring role in a CHEESY AS ALL HELL Broadway shit fest that only sells tickets because you can booze it up DURING the show AND the fact that people are obsessed with the world’s most overplayed song — Don’t Stop Believing. I don’t care that he managed to get a Tony nomination…because the economic crisis limited the amount of new shows. Constantine Maroulis is a despicable douchebag and has proven this fact time and time again — even if you ignore his patented “rawk hands” displayed in every ridiculous photo of him and his greasy, leering mug. Here are a few (public) highlights:
Committing self-entitled acts of douchebaggery at a Cingular store circa 2005
- Causing some guy to body slam his ass at a NYC party for the simple act of being there
- His entire narcissistic (and illiterate) Twitter account in which he turns EVERYTHING around to be about HIM
- The infamous Village Voice article, which is one of the finest pieces ever written on an Idol contestant. If you have yet to read this exquisite piece of journalism, do it. Do it right now. I promise you will thank me.
- Calling bingo numbers at a Wisconsin casino. Sadly, the video of this has disappeared, but use your imagination–the man makes tired Napoleon Dynamite references and talks about playing his skin flute.
- Telling an Atlanta radio reporter that David Archuleta was gay.
- Having butt sex with a teenager. Having butt sex with a teenager. Having butt sex with a teenager.
I could go on and on and on, but I’m tired. And I have better things to do.
Today, birthday boy David Cook sang the National Anthem before the Chiefs-Browns matchup in K.C.’s Arrowhead Stadium.
Chiefs fans are kind of whacked, with a fervent devotion to their team on par with Green Bay. I finally met Chiefs fans when I went to college and they are some of the most devoted fans I’ve ever met. I have nothing against them or the Chiefs whatsoever, but I always feel as if Kansas City folk are too obsessed with football that they forget about the fact they have an MLB team. Honestly…I just wrote all that because it always goes through my mind when I see the Chiefs play. It probably bored you silly. My apologies.
Happy birthday, David Cook. You’re now 27. 27 is a great age. Enjoy it. I hope you have spent the day enjoying football, family and friends. I feel better knowing you are far, far, far away from the likes of Maryann/Holly Sockpuppets and obviously, that Celine chick, whom is still burning up the Twitter with her special brand of loony.
Celineps1 @nealfingtiemann all the booze in the land will not wash the blood off those immaculate hands. May you never sleep again.
Actress Brittany Murphy died, discovered by her mother in her home this morning after suffering severe cardiac arrest. Weird. And very sad. She was my age. After reading this shocking piece of news, the first thing I thought of was that she was just lampooned on SNL’s Weekend Update last Saturday.
Abby Elliott (daughter of Chris Elliott) did the impression, which I thought was a bit odd since I had not heard anything about Brittany Murphy in forever…oddly prescient, I suppose, but any moment of SNL in which I am not forced to suffer through Kristen Wiig’s existence is okay by me.
RIP Brittany Murphy. I hope wherever you are, you’re rollin’ with the homies.
Danny Gokey just tweeted a “sneak peak” for the upcoming video to his single, My Best Days Are Ahead of Me. It was filmed in an empty warehouse in Nashville. He says things are hidden, which I assume are heart hands. He also utters the phrase tragic back story during an interview with Nashville Fox 17’s Stacy McCloud.
I always cringe when Gokey spouts off Pastor Rolex-esque wisdom. And these music video “easter eggs”? What? Am I supposed to be counting the heart hands hidden in the exposed brick like I’m sitting at the bar playing Photo Hunt?
Personifying Adam Lambert’s package is oh-so very wrong. Especially when you make the Glambulge speak about the upcoming Kradison show in NYC. (You see, Glamberts perceive the NYC over Little Rock victory as being Lambert over Allen…because that’s just the thought process…)
(Thanks, Lauren! You’re such a good egg.)
While Little Rock fought the good fight, NYC won the Ryan, Rock My Town contest. Kris Allen, Adam Lambert and Allison Iraheta will be traveling to the Big Apple for a big ol’ concert.
Fraumageddon II
YESSSSSSSS!!!!!
While I do appreciate Little Rock’s tenacity, hey, even Adam Lambert wanted to go back there because he loved the energy and enthusiasm of the crowd in Arkansas during the tour, NYC was always going to win. It’s easier/cheaper to fly there, and we all know there’s gonna be lots of crazy folk traveling to Manhattan for the show.
I’m even going to go! Oh yes, since its only a few hours from where I live, why not? I actually think it might be kind of good, mainly because I don’t have to hear Don’t Stop Believin’.
So who else is coming?
