I have to admit that last week I was okay with Melinda going home. After all, Blake is the hometown boy. He was thrilled to shake my paw at the large gathering in Seattle and to get to chat with me on the light plane to Bothell (who travels by plane to Bothell from Seattle?!) Anyway, I was rooting for him in the finals.
Then I heard the song writer’s song. It was so obviously unlike him. I was crushed, knowing he didn’t have a chance. I wished that Melinda had made it to give Jordin some competition with the song. Now, I admit to being influenced by my human. Humans screetching all sound alike to me. My human preferred Melinda. She preferred her for the silly reason that Jordin told Bon Jovi that her mother was a big fan of his. It made my human feel old. Granted she is old by Idol standards. Not only Jordin but Blake could be her child (though probably not Melinda!). However, she didn’t like the thought that one of her teenaged idols was considered over the hill! So she hasn’t liked Jordin since.
At any rate, hearing Blake have to sing a song so completely unsuited to him made me think that Jordin should have had to beatbox. Fair is fair, right?Â We might have had some nip to celebrate her win, but now I think I’ll just nap. Â I’m thankful that the singing is over for another year and we can get on to quieter, thoughtful television–like good crime shows.