How I reacted to some sour cream today:
Me. "That is some moldy-ass sour cream."
Me. "That shit is moldy."
Me. "Moldy like Grampaw's draws, that what that sour cream is."
Me. "It's froze, too."
Me. "Fuck you, moldy-ass frozed-up punk motherfucker sour cream."
Sour Cream. (no response)
I thrice tried to write up AI tonight, but each time, Word crashed on me. Clearly it was not meant to be. Anyway, it's hard to give a fuck since they don't boot people on "Idol Gives Back" night, and it's a good thing too, because pretty much everybody was dudsville. Even Carly was pretty limp. Although I have to say that Jason "Patchouli" Castro may be the worst AI contestant I've ever liked -- he continues to sort of charm me despite being a white guy with dreadlocks who can't really sing. Plus his wacky performance of "Over the Rainbow" made me think of how much I liked Kat McPhee. If he'd have pulled out a stocking gun and shot self-flattering plutocrat Bill Ford in the stomach after his uke solo, he would have totally won my heart.
III. I LOWBALL YOUR MILKSHAKE
Boy, who loves the DVD release of There Will Be Blood? They spent a whole 29 cents on the packaging! I've gotten instructional videos on how to use kitchen appliances that were better-designed. Good movie, though.