Prescription

For those who know the secret handshake, don't forget to check for your weekly dose of American (M)idol. Performance show blog is up now and the results show blog will be coming up tomorrow.

Frustration

OK, honestly, I have to come clean here. I'm at my wits' end. Granted, I haven't exactly been the most consistent poster in these parts, but I pour my soul into every single blog (kinda). I try to make my blogs humourous, thought-provoking, and intelligent (kinda). I try to market my blog as a refuge for any reader willing to take a chance on a middle-aged kid with a dream (kinda).

And for the last eighteen months, what single post on my blog has been giving me the most hits? No, not the myriad of posts that I have devoted amazing amounts of time composing. No, no, no.

The one post that I get endless hits on is...wait for it..my Amy Adams is hot post. Go ahead. Google "dim city amy adams is hot" and see what the first fucking listing is. Of all the posts I have. Of all the time and effort I have devoted to this blog, my most popular post is a throw-away entry about my personal affection for a certain redheaded actress. No, not my post on all the Christmas TV specials out there. Not even the post of me in various MySpace-esque poses. Not even me making fun of Rachael fucking Ray! Oh, how sad. What a truly pitiful world in which we live where, not only do my intricate and deep posts go unnoticed, but my shallow and pimp-worthy posts get the most hits.

Do you really think I would stoop to such vile levels to get hits on my blog? You bet your goddamn American Idol, Jonas Brothers, youtube, stimulus package, midget porn, Facebook, crock pot pulled pork recipe, boobs, what the fuck is going on with "Heroes", big boobs, Lindsay Lohan naked, Tina Fey naked (yeah, good luck with that one, asshole), Nigerian bank scam, really big boobs, NCAA basketball scores, Filet o' Fish song, Amy Adams is hot, ass I wouldn't.

So take your business elsewhere, perverts!

Love, Dim

P.S. Fall Out Boy, Gossip Girl, the Phish reunion, is Adam Lambert gay?, Tom Cruise kills Oprah, and Barack Obama say hi.

Reminder

Just a reminder to all you followers of the (M)idol blog to always check after the performance shows and the results shows for a new entry. New one is up now.

For those of you who have the fever and want the prescription (and it's NOT more cowbell), e-mail me at dim_city_13@yahoo.com and I might invite you to take part in my awesomeness.

- Dim.

New Blog

OK, citizens, I have decided to start up a tertiary (oh, how quickly you forget the slumbering Dim's Poetry Corner) blog.

This one is for my American Idol re-caps. I only start watching when they reach the final 12 (or 13, in this case), so you haven't missed anything.

This blog is by invite only, however, for reasons that will become clear when I grant you permission and you read the blog's description. It is NOT a nefarious way for me to collect your e-mail address and I promise to never use your personal e-mail to correspond with you. March, you're exempted from this because I not only know your personal e-mail already, but also where you live.

So, if you want access to this blog, e-mail me at dim_city_13@yahoo.com and let me know.

Also, it would be helpful if you could leave a comment on this entry saying to expect an e-mail, just so I can check and get you hooked up as soon as possible.

And it's OK if you don't want to see it. I won't take it personally, assholes. HA!

Love, Dim.

P.S. As a matter of trust, as Billy Joel would say, I'll gladly reveal my REAL name (ooooooh!) and my REAL e-mail address to anyone who wants to subscribe to the blog, but is uneasy letting me know their true identity without knowing mine. Just let me know when you send the note. I might even tell you my favorite color too.

Ignorance is Bliss* (*I just made up this phrase right now)

Alas, my fears for the future of humanity were hardly allayed today. We do indeed live in an "American Idol", reality TV world.

We went to see Watchmen today.

And while the film leaves a ton to talk about after it's over, I found myself regrettably distracted by a comment from a fellow moviegoer once the film completed and we were all standing up during the closing credits and stretching our bodies from being cramped up in uncomfortable seats for almost three hours.

You see, during a scene in the movie, that song "Hallelujah" by Leonard Cohen played. This is the same "Hallelujah" that Leonard Cohen not only sang originally, but actually wrote some 25 years ago. Now forget my utter disagreement of the use of that particular song in that particular scene for a second...the fact is that song, sung by Cohen, played almost in its entirety.

Upon the conclusion of the film, this person (who was far from a teeny-bopper) proclaimed defiantly that he wondered who "did that version of 'Hallelujah', because it was awful". His amazing, on-the-spot detective work led him to believe that this multi-gajillion dollar movie "must not have been able to get the rights to the real song or something."

Ding ding ding! Man, you just maxed out your earnings on "Who Wants to Be A Dipshit" and you didn't even have to phone a friend. Congratulations!

I'm just really curious who he thought did the "real" version of the song: Jeff Buckley or Jason Castro?

- D.