
No loss at the weigh-in last Friday, which I expected. (curses on Roadhouse Grill and those addicting peanuts!) But since then I'm down another 3 pounds. I'll report in after this week's visit.
With your permission, I will speak now. You would honor me by translating. --Jake Sully

Dear Ones: If you care at all for the person who mentions auditioning, and if they (1) can't carry a tune in a bucket or (2) have absolutely NO charisma, it is your duty as a human being to talk them out of it! You parents who think it's important to encourage your beloved offspring in whatever endeavors they choose, you are WRONG! It's not doing them any favors to pretend they have what it takes for a competition like this. Don't lie to them; don't lead them on; don't pretend with them that they have vocal talent if they do not; offer to help them discover what their true abilities really ARE. And for pete's sake, don't raise them to be so self-centered that they have a full-blown public temper tantrum if someone dares to tell them the truth. Lastly, if they are talentless, yet still insist on putting themselves through this, please teach them to leave gracefully, keeping their potty mouth shut and their filthy hands in their pockets.
Kirstie Ally and I were fast friends. Together, we had a successful run with Jenny. But I regained much of what I had lost (and I am suspicious that perhaps Kirstie did, as well). So I'm back, and this time I'm hooking up with Queen Latifa and Valerie Bertinelli. Good company. 