Why Can't This Be Love?

When you sit down next to a stranger in a crowded public place, and this stranger has terrible B.O., is it rude to get up and move to another seat?

Imagine a graceful segue here....

So American Idol is probably down to the most boring Final Four ever. Jason Castro's coffeehouse schtick is wearing old--it seems even he's tired of it. I don't hate Syesha like I used to, but she pushed me close to that last night--likening your personal journey on AI to the civil rights movement? OMG. David Cook has gotten less pasty and doughy-seeming to me, and I like his musical style, but he's still a (very) poor man's Blake Lewis for me. And David Archuleta. What more can I say? Your glory notes and runs are getting very, very old. I really, really don't care who wins and would never see the tour.

On the other hand, I would totally go see a Rock the Cradle tour, especially if the House Band played. Jesse is entertaining as hell, and though Crosby's hawt-ness has faded a bit for me, I'd still watch him. Is it wrong that I find Kenny Loggins strangely attractive? And I thoroughly envy Lara Johnston's perfect body, especially her bodacious badonka-donk.

Saw Sammy Hagar in Tahoe last weekend. Two observations about Sammy: the dude's a stud--rock star, tequila maker and bar owner. What more could a guy want? Second, he's a great performer--he's having a great time and seems really invested in making sure his fans are having a great time as well. What more could a fan want? Tahoe was awesome, too--would love to go back to ski or in the summer. Am also going to read that book about MIT card counters in Vegas before hitting the casinos again....