Catching up

So I did not expect last week to be as crazy as it was. Let’s just say the Davids of American Idol lore descended upon New York City and everything else was a lost cause. I can tell you one thing: twenty-three is not a nimble and energetic seventeen, and my stalking skillz are more than a little rusty. However, I can confirm that David Archuleta sounds better singing in person than he does through cathode-ray tube projections. David Cook doesn’t sound too bad either, and how he continues to sing “Time of My Life” without cracking up continues to amaze me.

Anyway. With the Davids tucked into obscurity (at least until the tour begins), I can focus on the important things at hand. Like how interesting it is that no one seems particularly shocked or interested in the fact that Ashlee Simpson is pregnant. Or why most people are downplaying the Lindsay Lohan and Samantha Ronson rumors. It would make me like her better, and I couldn’t even tell you why. (Okay, it’s because I’ve always liked Samantha Ronson more than I liked Lindsay, but that really doesn’t say much.) If it’s all true, I can’t wait for Lindsay to come out of the closet, followed closely by Dina and little sister Ali coming out of their own Long Island JAP closets (yes, I realize they’re not Jewish) and owning up to Lindsay’s “alternative lifestyle choices”.

The other thing that has been hovering in my line of vision is Christina Aguilera’s permanent frown. It’s extra creepy when filled in with hot pink lipstick, but my post-partum depression radar is pinging like crazy. At least she flashed a few smiles last night at LAX in Vegas. Is she still upset that Max popped out ugly? Was that a surprise?

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