Good Tuesday evening ya’ll! This blog entry really wasn’t planned, but was kind of sparked by a random TV viewing. So here you go:
There aren’t many TV shows that keep my attention span during the summer. There’s usually an outdoor activity, baseball game, or road trip that I’m taking that keeps me busy. With taking a math course during the summer semester, and living with my parents, my horizons have been….expanded I suppose is the word.
Tonight I am being treated, as I type, to my first exposure to the NBC variety show, “America’s Got Talent.” For those of you who are
lucky enough to not be familiar, it’s a talent show hosted by Howie Mandel, Piers Morgan, and Sharon Osbourne. There are two unfortunate hosting moves that have been made throughout the course of this show: 1. David Hasselhoff is no longer a judge, and 2. Nick Cannon is still around. Somehow Regis and Jerry Springer were involved at one point in time.
I know that I’m the last person who should be passing judgement on levels of talent in others or good taste if it didn’t involve ice cream. However, this creep-fest that is the deciding factor for who has talent and who doesn’t is like having your grandfather review the latest app for your ipad; it’s something he’s never seen and wouldn’t know what to do with it if he had any.
Don’t get me wrong; the people who are put through definitely deserve their pass, and those who get an “X” should get back to the carnival before their absence is noticed. But if I had a crowd of 250+ booing/applauding me the answers, I would know who should go and who should stay.
And the fact that my parents have gone to bed and I’m still voluntarily listening/viewing the show tells me that there’s something more to this show than just background noise. I’m no better than anyone else; I love a train wreck. A panel of them at least. Maybe I judge too harshly, but I’m human. That’s what we do.
The silver lining to my night was Mom’s dinner masterpiece: roasted vegetables and quinoa served with poached egg and salsa.
First: Roasted Veggies
Five eggs were cooked up for our three plates. I wasn’t sure if I would like the egg topper, seeing as I’m quite anti-egg. But you know how your mom can be
Count em off, Count!
Plate it up!