Green Room - Week 14 - Day 4

[clauderainsrm.livejournal.com]

It’s a new day, and a new twist… in order to get into the finale, you will have to push a busload of orphans off a climb into a pool of endangered sharks. Then you will have to tell your favorite relative to post a video of themselves doing something embarassing on youtube and help it go viral, and make them read the comments section!!


Or maybe you will just have to survive some polls, I really haven’t decided.. but it will be one of those things!

One of those polls in question though is already up: http://therealljidol.livejournal.com/689432.html so you should probably go check it out!

Comments

[porn-this-way.livejournal.com]

Ya know, at first I had Lots Of Opinions on this, and then I tried laughing it off, and then I had more opinions. Maybe it's just the way things are. Maybe it's some representation of the way Real Writing works. Maybe it's proof that Gary sold his soul to Satan Almighty in a shady back alley in exchange for a hoard of intarwebz minions to lord over. Maybe it doesn't matter in the first place, because once you hit the Top 10 or so, nothing means anything since the whole thing's devolved into little more than a pimping contest where nothing is remotely indicative of anything and nobody actually loses to anybody and people just lose to each other's friendslists, facebooks, and friends of friends instead. Maybe it's time to FIRE ZEE MISSILES (but I am le tired) and there's nothing left but fuckin' kangaroos.

Whutevs. If Kate wins this round, I'll be happy for her. If I win this round, I'll be happy for me. Right now, I'm happy work's over, it's a 3-day weekend, and I just got home from the bar.

What I'm not happy about is that I can't root for myself without wishing failure on a friend. Not doing everything I can to advance my own interests and ensure my own success goes against every instinct and fiber of my being. Wishing failure on a friend also goes against every instinct and fiber of my being. I know there's some fucking annoying philosophical argument that points out this whole thing is inevitable, but IDGAF. It's not inevitable *yet*, or at least it didn't have to be, so I'm fucking annoyed.

FIRE ZEE MISSILES.

[n3m3sis42.livejournal.com]

Having really only done season 8 (mostly), I guess I just see everything after top 30 or so as competing against your friends anyway. But I get (now that xo_kizzy_xo pointed it out), that this season wasn't as constantly competitive as that one was, so it probably feels different.

[porn-this-way.livejournal.com]

This is v true. Some of the polls where it was like "OMG TRIBES" got a bit intense, but for the most part, both Exhibits felt like a friendly game of poker as opposed to a cutthroat fight to the death. Exhibit B has had way more twists and curveballs than Exhibit A, but it's still mostly been fun stuff that inspired playful fist-shaking as opposed to a capslocked, heartfelt FUCK YOU toward the overlord for truly yanking the rug out from under our feet. This week is definitely a "THIS IS SPARTA" moment, but wtf I got used to vacationing in the Grecian countryside with my friends! Serves us all right for getting too comfortable I guess, but still. STILL. This is the first time I've EVER paid five bucks to get fucked this hard!

[clauderainsrm.livejournal.com]

Beyond anyone's feelings on the twist or who ends up winning, I certainly hope that everyone feels that they have at very least gotten $5 worth of entertainment out of this mini-season.

[porn-this-way.livejournal.com]

I can only speak definitively for myself here, but most definitely yes - and fist-shaking nor no, "didn't get my money's worth" isn't a comment I've seen anyone make at any point, even if they were in the process of plotting your demise. Getting pissed off and wanting to clobber you is just a common Idol side-effect!

[n3m3sis42.livejournal.com]

I do, and I only played for 5 weeks! :)

[kathrynrose.livejournal.com]

What I'm not happy about is that I can't root for myself without wishing failure on a friend. Not doing everything I can to advance my own interests and ensure my own success goes against every instinct and fiber of my being. Wishing failure on a friend also goes against every instinct and fiber of my being. I know there's some fucking annoying philosophical argument that points out this whole thing is inevitable, but IDGAF. It's not inevitable *yet*, or at least it didn't have to be, so I'm fucking annoyed.

This is how I feel exactly.