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September 21st, 2004
08:00 pm - Update
All right.
Since I have nothing better to do and loads of time to kill, I might as well update this blog to shut some people up, cause they've been bugging me to update it as of late *coughxuancough*. Nothing much happened in my life that's worth mentioning, though, and I'm pretty much rage-free at the moment, so no chance of this current update being a ranting issue.
Oh wait, there are loads of things happening, actually, now that I think about it.
I'm gonna be writing for Law's online website, www.legalblues.co.nr! And if that isn't spiffingly enthralling enough, we've got the Christmas party thingy in school planned!
Oh, and I just realized that I've got a good-sized rant buried somewhere deep in my cranium, which means that this entry is most likely going to be rage-filled, too. So let's get on with it, then, before my rage goes away and I'm left talking rubbish.
And the subject of the day is: William Hung.
Dear Moses on a tricycle I hate that name. Don't get me wrong, after the first few utterly painful minutes of watching his first American Idol "She Bangs" clip, and after seriously wondering if Kay--person who sent me the clip--had a raging animosity against me I was better off NOT knowing, I began to appreciate his dorkiness and bravery.
He's got guts, I would admit. But then the whole uproar about him came into play. The people all treated him as if he was the second coming or something.
But I could deal with that. He deserved the praise.
Well, not for the singing, but his guts.
But sadly the praises did not stop there, and I was left with the niggling little feeling that he was being mocked.
First the episode on Idol Rejects, then another on the 'She Bangs' video, which, quite frankly, sucked to high heavens.
But then again, such is the fickleness of showbiz. Only now instead of elevating people with looks but absolutely zero talent to godlike status, they are now elevating people with ZERO looks and ZERO talent.
I have no problem with that, either. Okay, that was a lie. I'm a fascist prat, but that's another rant altogether.
The point is that I've got a big problem with HIM. Why the hell is he acting like the world owes him, or like he's a big star?? Saw the cover of a magazine that totally blew me away.
"I am the real American Idol!" it says.
It's no wonder, with all the praises stuck in that fat head of his, that he can barely keep a single note now.
Hmm, maybe I should send in a rousing off-key rendition of 999 Bottles of Beer On The Wall, send it to William Hung's company, and sue their blind asses off if I don't get famous.
There but for the grace of being a novelty, W.H.. Remember that. We might be celebrating your bravery, but we sure as hell are not celebrating your nonexistent talent.
There, now that I've completely exhausted my anal-retentive tendencies, feel free to flame me and try to glorify William Hung. But take notice that I, as usual, will be using the flames to cook marshmallows.
Marshmallows are nummy.
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