On the heels of penning a couple of posts on Adam Lambert, Twitter tweeted me that top-rated American Idol was now following moi!
I expect that the powers-that-be at the popular "Star-Search" copycat show wanted to keep abreast of what was being written about their new Diva darling who caught the imagination of folks around the country in recent weeks.
On occasion, when a new follower joins the ranks, I take a poke or two in a follow-up (no pun intended) post.
In an odd-ball sort-of-way, it's kind of like an initiation rite frat boys are subjected to.
For example, after Adam Lambert fans became avid readers of my tongue-in-check musings, I took a bit of a humorous jab at Adam and the sudden trappings of his success.
No problem, though!
They ate it all up and have been hanging around pining for more.
Just gluttons for punishment!
Likewise, when Ellen Fans started to follow, I fanned the flames a bit by putting the spotlight squarely on their perky talk-show host and some of her quirks and misses for a day or two.
Yup, American Idol was a perfect target for my blend of humor, too.
So, I excitedly plunked myself down at the PC one morning and penned - what I thought - was a hilarious fun jab at Cowell and contestants like Adam Lambert who have appeared on the talent showcase for up-and-coming pop singers.
In fact, judging by the reaction of my regular readers & Lambert fans, the post was a hoot!
ALF folks quickly pinged my blog site, linked the insightful humorous hang-dog Valentine to a handful of entertainment (and fan) sites around the globe, and so forth, and so on.
However, American Idol was not - as the (um) Queen would say - "amused".
On the heels of publishing the post at high-traffic web sites I am part 'n parcel to both here and abroad, American Idol pulled the plug!
Yup, the spoil sports stopped "following" within a measly twenty-four hours of signing on.
Each week Cowell and his gang of hollow has beens trot contestants out in the spotlight - and then mercilessly - proceed to shamelessly toss darts at (in some cases totally humiliate) their targets to rustle up a cheap laugh.
Ah, but when the shoe is on the other foot, Cowell heads straight for the Fox dugout.
Cowell, in particular, can dish it out - but in the final analysis - can't take it when the tables are turned.
Indeed, all the wide smiles and mugging for camera, is nothing more than a public-relations ploy.
In truth, the cads at AI are a humorless cast of conceited talent-show-lizards (related once removed by their cousins, the lounge lizardsl) with all the personality and charm of a can of earth worms.
Just betcha, that when the lights go down on the sound stage and the 1st Assistant cries out - "It's a wrap" - that the whole sorry lot of 'em scurry back under the rocks from whence they came.
Regular readers one "truism" I posted on my blog a few months ago.
"Mediocrity is the opiate of the masses."
Cowell and his gang of whores are the worst purveyors to sling it in the TV Show ratings game.
Adam steals whole enchilada!