That link to Ian Bernardo’s myspace page made my day. I think I’ll call the reality show “Occupation: SUPERSTAR!!!” The first episode will be about his experiences in the Black Student Union…
It’s your fault William Hung has a career. How do you sleep at night?
I … don’t know. I am a very bad person. But admit it: wouldn’t you buy Ian Benardo’s album, too, for the sole and express purpose of annoying those next-door neighbors that you hate? The ones with the kids who wear the roller skates all day long and you can hear them clomp-clomp-clomping around on the 75-year-old hardwood maple floors at all hours of the day and night? And the constant stealing of your goddamned parking space, the stupid witch cow who can’t freaking parallel park? And the perpetual screaming at each other, and the names the husband and wife call each other, right out loud, in front of the kids and God and everybody? And the SEX NOISES!? Anything is better than that.
Oh, it’s only me that has that problem? Never mind. Carry on, then.
I like him, too. I think he does a great job as a host, which is one of several jobs he has.
No, I’d find a way to download it for “free”. In your case, you’re perfectly justified in obtaining his CD, just don’t give the guy any money. It’ll just encourage him. and lord knows we don’t want to do that!
Ahhh … good point.
If it weren’t for your location tag, I’d swear that you lived two doors down from me.
The annoying thing (ok, one of a dozen annoying things) about Ashanti, and Drama Queens in general: look, it’s not like you either (a) win **AI ** or (b) your kitten will spend its life in an iron lung. If you think you’re such a goddam amazing singer…try working your way up to the top. Pay your dues. Do it the old-fashioned hard way.
When Ian Benardo tried out for SYTYCD, did he call himself “Sex”? Or was another wack job?
And yay! rockle’s back!
Hopefully, everyone’s forgotten my vow not to watch again until they get to Hollywood. I can’t help myself. But I’m still pissed.
Or get a clue from the last two times you made it to Hollywood and no farther.
You, sir or madam, are a gentleman or lady and a scholar. Bravo! or brava!
Sir/gentelman/bravo…but I’m blushing.
I think I got annoyed when I read in Newsweek that 31% of American teenagers think they’re going to be famous when they grow up. :rolleyes: And that they can do it by being “discovered” – that fame and celebrity are something they’re born with, not based on talents that require development.
Sorry. But perhaps your neighbors have doppelgangers or something? Are they, at this very moment, playing “I Hope You Dance” and “Back That Azz Up” and some RadioDisney tripe simultaneously, at some ungodly volume that actually just shook things out of my goddamn curio cabinet? Oh my god, they drive me crazy.
Sorry … hijack. Nevermind me. Although I do still stand by assertion that an Ian Benardo record could be used, Noriega-style, as a WMD.
Why does anybody ever try to sing an Aretha song??? Is that a voice they really wnat to be compared to?
For that matter, why do they try to sing like Mariah Carey, Toni Braxton, Celine Dion, Stevie Wonder, Chaka Khan, and others whose vocal ranges are far beyond those of most singers?
The contestants really need to stop aiming so impossibly high.