So last night marked the return of the out-of-control musical delusionfest known as American Idol. And the first episode of the eighth season featured summer auditions that took place RIGHT HERE IN PHOENIX!!! Oh my God, the excitement was just too much! How exciting was it going to be to see watch an episode of AI featuring people I might bump into buying seems-like-a-good-idea-at-the-time drunken burritos at Filibertos! The jubilation quickly faded, however, after it became apparent that at l
So, it'd be easy to reduce blind singer Scott MacIntyre to a series of puns about his visual impairment (read: the title of his post). Lots of other bloggers refer to him as Blind Guy, and he's actually got a good sense of self-deprication about the whole thing, so we don't think he would really mind a few blind jokes at his expense (see: Telling Seadouche to give him a high five. "I'm a stationary target!" he says). But here's the thing: unlike other Idol contestants who milk their backstory fo
