I am back in the hosting chair on this week's show, propping my RoboFoot up and out of the way. While I was gone, Stephen somehow persuaded Trey and Glen to watch Simon Cowell's new The X Factor on Fox, which is a little like persuading a cat to swan-dive into a swimming pool full of dogs. But they did it, so we start off this week by breaking down what does and doesn't work about the Idol knockoff, including the particular brand of humiliation, the presence of a live audience in the early rounds, and what exactly is going on with Paula Abdul. (The words "frustratingly lucid," coined by Dave Holmes at Vulture, are invoked.)
The X Factor.
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After that, it's time for a pop-culture game based on my recent ankle-related misadventures, and it brings in injuries both serious and not so serious, from the dangers of wicker to the specialties at Seattle Grace.
Our round-table pick-'em of the week is something called I Said Good Day!, in which we talk about categories that, while we all like to remain "notionally open," as we've so often said, we have realized are just not for us. From Trey's low tolerance for a certain kind of saintly sound to my problem with movies that have sneezing in them, we're all over the map and yet all on the same page, which is just how we like it.
Finally, we touch on what's making us happy this week. Trey's thinking in song, I'm thinking about women in the movies, and Stephen's sort of excited about NPR's Emmy, among other things.
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