After successfully finding the rabbit ears (which were packed away, way, way deep in the bottom of — okay they were on my night stand shelf), I managed to get a couple of a channels. Did I mention the cable’s gone out? No? Well, it’s out for some reason. Yes, we pay our bill.
While watching the Brit Awards (cool, but not as cool as the ECMAs, surely), I apparently missed this bit of dialogue on a certain popular televised singing contest as hopefuls were about to be told their dreams of stardom were to be cruelly crushed:
Paula (to Simon): What did you tell me? What did you tell me?
Paula (to Ryan): Simon gave me advice and he said that on the X Factor he
always refers to a fortune cookie and says the moth who finds the melon…
Randy: No, who finds the cornflake…
Paula: Who finds the cornflake…
Paula and Randy together: Always finds the melon.
Paula: And one of you didn’t get the right… um…
Ryan: Maybe this was a bad idea.
Randy: Simon’s still in third grade tonight, he’s in third grade.
Simon: Why am I am getting blamed?
Ryan: I don’t know; let’s act like adults, this is an important moment here.
Seriously, did anyone see this? Was Paula really that wasted? Were the judges that awful? And I missed it?!
Anyone want to take wagers that Paula’s replaced by Whitney Houston next year?