Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Idiot

Sunday capped off "Awards Season." People in Hollywood gave other people in Hollywood awards for being really good at their job, being famous. I watched some of the shows and they were pretty good - interesting performances, mildly funny jokes, good looking people - much fun was had by all. The one unfortunate thing about this time of year is that it gives Ryan Seacrest one more avenue to weasel his way into my living room. The lovely Miss Jessica was watching the red carpet show before the Oscars on Sunday and the anti-Christ himself (seriously would you be the least bit suprised if some Aliens-type monster unzipped him like a duffel bag and devoured Miley Cyrus' head? And would you be upset?) was out there asking celebrities inane questions like "Zac Efron, you and Vanessa Hudgins are 4 feet apart... what's up?" And he doesn't even let them finish answering before he jerks the mike away and sticks it in front of his own smug-ass grill and starts rambling on again about American Idol. We don't want to hear you speak. We know you are on a million different radio and TV shows because no matter what we do we can't get away from you. You're like Jason from Friday the 13th, only more terrifying. He is the Emperor Zerksies of the TV show host who thinks people tune in to see him. What is the over/under on amount of time he spends in front of a mirror talking to himself? 12 hours? 14? 18? If he started to make out with the mirror would you be remotely suprised? It's fitting he produces that stupid Kardashian show because they both belong to the new breed of celebrities who are only famous for being famous (and this is the time we should all stop and thank God that Seacrest hasn't leaked a sex tape yet). We are just bombarded by their names and faces for so long they just become a celebrity without anyone asking why the hell we give a shit about them. And that leads to this doufus asking retarded questions to people who actually have talent and then cutting them off before they can complete a possibly interesting thought so he can ramble on about his own stupid life. As soon as the Trojdor wakes up from his nap I am going to unleash some burnination on his $40o jeans wearing ass.

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