Finally . . .

At last, the auditions are almost over!

It's only an hour tonight, which makes me wonder how much actual singing we're going to see. I have a feeling we're going to get lots of trainwrecks and sob stories, so if things get too bad, I'm going to stop the blog and go run the Grand Staircase.

I will say that I'm happy to see that Idol seems to be focusing more on the good singers than the bad this season, although I don't care for the way they hand some people gajillions of votes (mom has breast cancer guy, dude with the brain-damaged girlfriend, etc.).

The best addition of the season so far is Steven Tyler. Not only is he a rock legend, but he's very entertaining. I can only aspire to live as long as he has, so people will think of me as a dirty old man, and not a perv. I still wish they'd have kicked Randy off the island and replaced him with either Harry Connick, Jr. or Barry Manilow.

I love Frosted Flakes.

On Monday, Mrs. High Lord went out of town on business for two weeks. Next Friday, she's taking a trip I gave her for Christmas to go to Orlando to visit a friend and go see Harry Potter World at Universal. You know what that means, right?

Two and a half weeks of the High Lord lounging around the house in a wife-beater, leaving the toilet seat up, sleeping in the middle of the bed and eating all the garlic-laden Italian food that Mrs. High Lord despises! Yeah, baby!!!!!!

I'm surprised that Steven and Randy didn't put the belly dancer through. I figured Steven in particular would like eastern European girls who look like they're underage and can move their hips like that even if they can't sing.

In case you hadn't heard, Randy got tired of Simon and Paula's schtick like the rest of us did.

Check out the best of the Super Bowl ads from this year.

Speaking of the Super Bowl, how about them Packers? Although I wanted the Steelers to win, I'm happy to see the post-Brett Favre give #4 the big eff-you by winning without him. I just wish Rashard Mendenhall could hold on to the ball. Of course, if Jordy Nelson didn't contract a case of the drops just before the game, the Packers would have been up by about 30 points at the half.

Why, oh, why do they let people in costumes through to the judges? That should be against the rules. Even if they do turn into a human-sized robot. At least remember the lyrics . . .

Or have blonde hair and big boobs.

Speaking of Transformers, I'm posting this video in honour of my old college roommate, Kendrick. (Warning: Not necessarily for children)

So far, I haven't seen anyone in San Francisco who has blown me away. Sure the judges did some fawning, but I don't think there was anyone who really stood out. I guess the Hollywood rounds will be more important than ever this season since they've put so many people through.

Have I mentioned that Mrs. High Lord is spending almost as much time playing Angry Birds on her iPad as I play LOTRO?

Tomorrow is the first of the Hollywood rounds; let's hope there's a focus on singing and less drama than in years past.

High Lord. Pie-Eating Champion. Out.