Let them eat putrid shark and singed sheeps' heads

So here I was, all happy and secure in the conviction that I could have a good, sound sleep tonight – in other words that I wouldn’t have to wake up and vote for Magni again. Last week’s Rock Star Supernova episode was supposed to be the last one in which the global audience could vote. That would then determine which hopefuls made it through to the finals, and from there their fate would be in the fickle hands of the Supernova, er… gods.

But lo! What do I see plastered all over the papers today but more full-page advertisements urging me to Vote For Magni. “Make Magni Supernova’s Singer!” they shout. And here I thought I’d done my part for Magni already. Sheesh!

Besides, I’m really not so sure I want cousin Magni to win rockstarsupernova. Those guys in the band are... well, I don’t wish to be unkind, but they seem a bit... burnt-out. More importantly, their songs are crap. And they appear to have bought into all that self-congratulatory hype that surrounds them on the show. Yech. Call me arrogant, but I think our Magni’s too good for all that nonsense.

MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE MANSION…
You’ve got to hand it to the Iceland Tourist Board in North America, you really do. Spying a stellar opportunity for some crafty Iceland-promotion, they impulsively recruited Iceland’s [current] top celebrity chef Völundur Snær Völundarson, bundled him onto a plane with some Icelandic skyr, lamb, Ora green peas [because ‘Magni was missing those’] and other Icelandic, ahem, delicacies, and sent him off to LA to cook up a big dinner for the contestants before the final episode was taped last night. Evidently the ploy was a big hit. Pre-dinner drinks: Icelandic Reyka vodka martinis made with cucumbers. Appetizer: Icelandic salmon in yoghourt salad with walnut salad. [sic] Main course: Icelandic haddock and lamb with ‘the works’.

By that time, presumably, they were drunk enough to sample some of the other Icelandic comestibles Völli had in his pack. Most notably putrid shark and singed sheeps’ heads. According to Vísir online, ‘we hardly need to detail their responses’ – oh, but you do, good Vísir people! I for one would like to know what their responses were, because if these people are the hardcore rockers they claim to be, surely they wouldn’t have minded a little something to put hair on their chests. By which I mean if they were grossed out by a little singed sheep’s head and putrid shark, they should be fired from the show immediately.

So. If I wake up tonight anyway, I may just fire off a vote or two for Magni. If not, so be it. Because if the truth be told, I’d much rather see him take his show on the road on his own terms. With the rockstarsupernova house band, perhaps. Now there’s a novel idea!

WE..WE..WE.. WEATHER…
Windy all of a sudden. The odd drop of rain, but other than that quite tolerable. By which I mean the temps are OK. Currently 10°C and the sun came up at 06.41 and will set at 20.05 – imagine! The day is becoming far too short… here comes SAD. Boo.