Well, damn. I only half-watched it after the swimsuit competition, but I could have predicted that the schoolteacher would win. The whole damn thing was just off somehow. It was almost like they were aiming it at women, instead of gay men. There was only one guy in the top five that I would have even had sex with, and none I would’ve liked to see the next morning, or ever again. (And don’t tell me “it’s the sexiest bachelor, and not the best husband competition!” Just look at who won.)

The culling down to five didn’t exactly go the way I thought it would. Not that I’m particularly happy or unhappy about it, though I would have liked to see Missouri make it through. Louisiana and North Dakota won the evening wear round, again, in my opinion. They were the only ones in non-ugly clothes.

Mr. Louisiana won the question-and-answer round, at least in my opinion. He not only was funny, he also came across as the least fake. Dishonesty is something of a turn-off. There was an “omigosh, did he say…” moment when Mr. North Dakota said that a guy coming on with a pick-up line makes him cringe, but he saved it. Dammit.

We will, of course, be talking about this. When they all called off their occupations, it was all I could do not to roll on the floor. If they were honest, half of them would be saying “unemployed,” “gym bunny,” or “hustler.” Never seen so many non-specific occupations in my life. No wonder they’re all single. Well, aside from the fact that at least half of them are gay.

Bargain basement celebrity judges. (’cept for Debra, of course.) The first sign of disintegration.

I’m not at all pleased with their choices for the top 10. I love the guy with the logos all over his jacket, though. He’s getting p.a.i.d. no matter what.

Ow. Some advice: don’t “take a day off” from Metafilter if there are any threads that appear to be heading to 100+ and that you might, however possibly, be interested in reading later. Or if you do, remember to take breaks and stretch when you come back to it.

Typical. I find out about something as perfectly suited to my strange interests (I’m something of a freak about music videos. Visual arts and music together, and easily digested, how could I not be?) as this, and it seems to be dead. IMDb made it possible for the casual movie freak in all of us to be more clued-in, and this has (or, had) the same potential. Envision a world where I can pontificate about Wayne Isham being the equivalent of a pulp novel author (populist, prolific, cheap, and woefully lacking in originality) and having a current link there so people who have no idea what I’m talking about, but are nonetheless intrigued, could go find out for themselves. But, instead, the resource available ceased being updated about 2 months ago. So I would have to manually point out that the most recent example of Isham Cheeze™, Ricky Martin’s She Bangs, is quite possibly the worst to date. Oh, the injustice.

It’s the Jeopardy youth tournament. 11- and 12-year-olds trying to play Jeopardy. Oh, please, not a week of this. What, the teen tournament wasn’t enough of a complete waste of time? The questions weren’t offensively dumbed-down enough? Is every game show on television on its way to becoming a Millionaire clone now? *sigh*

Take off your coat, don’t you know you can’t win?