I want my M-T-V
It’s all about the presentation. Under the shadow of a really big storm, hoping like any other little kid that the radio would announce school closure. Staying under that shadow, watching the approach of a maybe really big storm through the day via various webcams and hoping the office manager would send us home before any danger presented itself. Home to watch the “red screens” on the weather channel. It’s all about the presentation, and this storm is slow in arriving.
Meanwhile, American Idol has made it through the preliminaries. The real season is about to begin, although one cellular company is offering “bad audition ringtones” so that we won’t forget the delicious moments. We all want our M-T-V (marvelously talented virtuosos) so that the weekly competitions will have some degree of performance, in the musical sense.
I appreciate the stress of such a competition; there are big dollar signs at the end of the road, and for the “best of the best” a career will unfold. One secret; to know if someone is “going through” just look at Simon’s eyes. He would be a very poor poker player. Randy, on the other hand, is inscrutible. Paula is staying in the “will she or won’t she” lane (meltdown may be sudden).
It is Valentine’s Day, so Happy Valentine’s Day to mine. As the man said on TV earlier; if you need a special day to be able to say it, you need more help than a box of chocolates.
