And a pipeline just in case
Three weeks of auditions are over, and there it is: a kinder, gentler Idol. No sense in trying to guess how much talent there will be this season, but at least the judges are doing their part to be nice. What happened?
There are so many other things going on out there. My kids remind me, over and over again. Idol is irrelevant. Watch the news. I don’t care. I’ve adopted J-Lo and Steven. It may well be that the Middle East is boiling over. Doesn’t matter. No place to recycle those new-fangled light bulbs? Then let’s just horde them; maybe the price of mercury will rise and it will provide a “nest egg”. Two arenas in the city, without any chance of a pro hockey team? Then we’ll have Zamboni competitions.
There’s talk of putting in a pipeline, out in Lotbinière, to carry the “gaz de schist” that hasn’t been discovered yet. Call that blind optimism with a big chequebook. Now that Lucien the Holy has decided to serve as the (well paid) spokesperson, how can there be any environmental issue to think about. I jest, but sadly. The frac troops are in place, and we’ll soon be able to burn the water from the taps in that area. Progress.
And because it snowed, and some people lost control of their cars on one of the steeper hills in the city, the news carried the requisite interview with a city official who assured the population that sand truck had been out “there”. Every hour, except when they weren’t. It wasn’t the fault of the people responsible; just some bad weather.
