Bye Bye Dale

I am sad.  I just saw poor Dale, teary, and whimpering after being asked to "Please pack your knives and go" by Padma.  Anthony Bourdain, who Padma is banging currently amongst others, was the head judge.  Although Dale was a prick at times, I really liked him.  He's really cute and he is a great chef.  I actually was certain he would go pretty far.  Now, my bets are Richard, Antonia, and Stephanie.  Well, Radiohead has come and gone and they only played the entire album of "In Rainbows".  At least I got my Nine Inch Nails floor tickets-yay!  Of course, my channel flipping ADHD was between Gael Garcia Bernal and my boy, Dale.  

Well, Memorial Park has turned into the ultimate dog toilet, and there is some bad doggie diarrhea, because there was dog crap everywhere.  Of course, Houston is hot and humid, and the whole city essentially smells like crap.

The Latest Trend

I am guilty for falling for music business marketing trends during my youth.  However, as I sit on my sofa watching a Top Chef marathon while Radiohead is getting ready to hit the stage in the Woodlands Pavillion outside of Houston and I DO have ONE TICKET, I am plagued by recurrent commercials of some new singing chick.  This "Duffy" actually sounds a lot like Amy Winehouse.  Now, how many British white chicks are there who sing soul music?  To me, they are overrated.  Of course, upon further research, she is actually Welsh.  Needless to say, Amy Winehouse has many Grammies under her belt, as well as some assault convictions and erratic behavior.  As Great Britain has produced some of my favorite artists, i.e., Radiohead, The Smiths, Depeche Mode, etc., I am beginning to doubt the soul-singing white chick factory.  So, Radiohead is getting prepped, ready, and will be playing the first few bars of "Bodysnatchers" and I am sitting on my ass, typing this.  Oh well, such is life. . .

Still Hoping. . .

I would LOVE to have a date for the Radiohead concert in Houston--who has his own tickets, of course, so I can take my own ticket and we can have a great time before and after the show (Trent Reznor, that means you, since it is on your birthday).  On another note, I will gladly vote for Barrack Obama this fall.  My dad likes to stress the fact that Senator Obama's middle name happens to be Hussein and also refers to him as "Borat" Obama.  When I am not watching CNN (read: Anderson Cooper), my current favorite soft-core porn reality dating program is "A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila".  It is AWESOME!!  Of course, Hot Bobby rightfully ended is pseudorelationship with Tila and she shamelessly subjects people like myself to the debauchery that is her so-called love life, as she decides if she wants to be with a dude or a chick 4eva.  She is, according to Lewis Black, slightly less evil than the dictator of North Korea.  However, this show is emotionally very psychotic, as everyone is always crying, fighting, or destroying property.  

Radiohead, a No Go

Well, I was obsessed the Ebay for the last week, watching the Radiohead ticket sales, for the Houston concert on May 17, which was sold out quickly.  I bid on a pair of front row tickets, starting a 9.95--last I checked (2 days ago): $500.00.  I also bid on another pair of tickets--$300.00.  I saw what I thought was a pair of tickets for $70.00, reserved.  I wound up winning for $70.00, however, it dawned on me after making my PayPal payment that it was one ticket.  ONE TICKET!!!!!!!!!  I had already asked some friends to go, but, it doesn't effing matter, because I ONLY HAVE ONE RADIOHEAD TICKET!!  At least I should be happy, I got a pretty good price for the ticket.  I don't know if I really want to go by myself.  I don't think it would matter, but, I am too needy to do anything like that by myself.  I would LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to see Radiohead, but, I don't think it's going to happen. Or, maybe it will. . .

Sweet Airport Alabama

Well, I found the most excellent place to spend an hour between flights, since we can't get a direct flight anywhere on Southwest.  It is like a mirage in the deep south, providing the inhabitants with free internet access and unlimited electrical outlets.  All I needed was a hot, blond, tall, muscular guy to bring me a Starbuck's coffee and Cinnabon on a silver platter, and the Birmingham International Airport would be heaven on Earth.  I spent the most productive hour of my life in this celestial paradise, as I could check email, read crap news, and look at hot, Southern gentlemen.  

Southwest has really trained me to learn how to allow large, older, space-invading men into my personal 3-feet circumference.  I also get to listen to conversations that I don't care to hear, particularly life stories of random people.  I sat in front of some hospital C.E.O.  It is always amusing to me when people discuss medicine, health, and their limited knowledge of it.  Actually, people like to answer questions directed to physicians in public places, as though they really have no idea.  I usually get to sit by drunk people, who are rather entertaining.  Thank God for the free Wheat Thins. . .oh, wait, we have been reduced to a teaspoon of peanuts.