Ho hum

Not much going on today, except that I'm left wondering what Birmingham ever did to Simon Cowell. Dear American Idol: Don't complain that the "talent pool has dried up in Birmingham" and then show a cursory montage of people being let through to Hollywood so you have more time to devote to the fifty-year-old woman who showed up in yellow feathers.

Also, for some reason I've been easily irritated and cranky--bordering on mischievously cranky, for some reason--so I'm going to lie down and read. Something. Anything. I came about as close to flaming someone as I ever have today, and it wasn't even over anything interesting.

( Linkspam )