as cranky as we wanna be

Can you smell it? Take a good whiff. Yes, folks, it's the stench of desperation and shameless pleas for attention mixed with the distinct aroma of a booze-and-pharmaceutical drug cocktail emanating from one Miss Paula Abdul.

Or the stank could be wafting over from that pile of laundry in the corner I keep ignoring...

Whatever it is, it's getting closer, my friends. Closer! In just three days, the brand new season of American Idol begins! And just like last year, I, along with The Lovely Jess and Mejack, will be bringing you the latest catty commentary and breaking news with a snarky slant each and every day on our beloved bitchfest, American Midol.

And, if that's not enough incentive to click on over, I'm pleased as spiked punch to announce that our good friend Sheila has joined our snotty ranks. It's going to be sick, I tell you, SICK.

We've already been posting daily news briefs and other bits and pieces. Once the show gets into full swing, you can expect more news, show recaps, predictions, useless, unscientific polls, in-depth analysis of Paula's descent into drug-addled insanity plus lots of impersonations of Randy Jackson's limited vocabulary. A'ight, dawg? You feelin' us?

See what I mean?

A guaranteed good time will be had by all... um, except maybe the contestants we skewer mercilessly. So mosey on over to American Midol right now, comment on it, bookmark it, Blogroll it and/or add it to your RSS feeds. Oops, that reminds me... I need to set that up. The nerdy backend work never ends. Hee hee... I said "backend."