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Resurrect your love of purple hair streaks and strutting because Danny Noriega just may be going on tour with American Idol if the rumors are true about the show implementing their “wild card” policy. Several American Idol message boards are “reporting” that on April 9th (the “Idol Gives Back” show), five booted semi-finalists will sing-it-out to compete for a slot on the American Idol tour. I’m not sure if by “semi-finalists” they mean those who belonged to the Top 24, or Top 16 or what, but I do know that if the producers were smart, i.e. adequately able to gauge the pulse of America, they’d bring back Danny . . . unless of course if his gig on Rosie O’Donell’s gay cruise next summer would conflict with a tour.

Okay y’all, I have been waiting for this day–January 18th–to get here! Not because I have been sitting on pins and needles awaiting the release date of Cloverfied, but actually because from here on out inundation of Cloverfield marketing will simply taper off. I have been dreaming of a day where there will be no more Cloverfield commercials, no more web trailers, no more spoiler blog posts, and no more artist rendering of their best guess of what the monster looks like. Please Lord, just let it all go away once the movie opens. I mean I have memorized snippets of the movie dialogue, as it has invaded my poor brain for about a month now.

But unlike myself, the stars were eager to see the film and came out for the L.A. premier of Cloverfield on Tuesday night because, you know, people are going to want to know how it all went down. Shit! I told you the trailer had invaded my brain . . .

If your looking for spoilers well, check our our sister site Zed’s Dead.

Since the Dallas Cowboy’s early exit from this year’s NFL playoffs, snipers and ninjas in the Dallas area are waiting for Jessica Simpson to step foot inside the city limits, because they feel she was partly responsible for the loss. Yesterday on his blog, Simpson’s ex-bf John Mayer asks us to politely leave Jessica alone. Sorry. He writes:

Dear Dallas and Surrounding Areas,

This isn’t a sports blog, and it isn’t a publicity stunt. (but have at me if it feels right.)

This is about doing what I think is right as a person, in this case speaking my mind.

I have never known anyone to have more pride in their home state and their upbringing in it than Jessica Simpson has in Texas. I don’t really follow sports, but I have played some of my biggest and best concerts in your state, and having witnessed how dynamic the spirit there is, I’m betting emotions are running high right about now.

All witty barbs, blogs, and fashion policing aside, that girl loves Texas more than you know. It’s one of her most defining traits as a person. So please don’t try and take that away from her. (You probably wouldn’t be able to, but it’s less work for all involved.)

I just thought it would mean something coming from the guy who has the absolute least to gain from this. And if I’m out of line in having written it, too bad. I can spare a Wednesday’s worth of bad press if it means sticking up for a good soul.

JM

ZZZZZZ. Whatever. After “I don’t really follow sports”, I kinda stopped reading. That’s because I pictured John writing this wrapped in a shawl, sipping sherry, and watching Barefoot Contessa. I figured he might not be the authority on the 3-4 defense or understanding why national media coverage involving your starting quarterback’s vacation might not be the best thing to happen to your team a week before a playoff game.