KEXP rules

All is right with the world. I finally found where the headphone jack is on my computer and can now listen to my beloved KEXP while I trudge through another cube day. My quality of life has immediately increased by 50%. Hallelujah. Good music makes everything better. As well as lollipops.

So I intermittently watched a little of American Idol last night while cooking some healthy and bland food. I would watch a new contestant enter the room and interact a bit with the judges, and if they started singing like complete crap, I would quickly go into the kitchen and continue my cooking, cringing in embarrassment at the mangled sounds escaping from the poor fool. It's so mean how the producers will pick out the most pathetic contestants from the sticks, interview them and build them up, only to zoom in on their stricken faces at the end when they're completely humiliated by the judges. It's cruel, but it sure is entertaining. Like that one fat girl with the dual braids framing her face who tried to sing "Ain't No Mountain High Enough," whose performance was reminiscent of Rain Main if he was a choir girl.