Band of brothers.

Or Band of BROS for those partial to abbreviations:

When will I, will I, be famous (again)?

So we have a final four that is all hóminem.

Wes - our fav here at COACM - has elected to sing (1) What a Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong and (2) When We Were Young by The Killers. Solid choices. (1) is probably a good one for the Mums and may even produce a goosebump or two. (2) is arguably one of the best rock songs to be released in the last two years. Indeed, I've seriously rocked out to it on Guitar Hero III: Legends of Rock.

Nos agere gratias tibi.

Spanner has chosen (1) Chris Isaak's Baby Did a Bad Bad Thing in fine brownnosing style (Chris Isaak is this week's guest host) and (2) REM's Everybody Hurts in a push to jerk a tear of affection from our cruel little souls. Will it work? Time will tell...

Dicentes una voce.

Jabba is singing (1) JT's What Goes Around and (2) John Mayer's No Such Thing. Clearly both are going to be delivered in soulful yet blitheringly boring style. He will massacre (1) - I doubt even Wes could produce a good JT cover - but hopefully he can produce something worth listening to for (2).

Effúndere divínitas.

Finally, Shearer, is going to belt out (1) One of these Nights by The Eagles and (2) With Arms Wide Open by Creed. They will probably be delivered in that screechy, almost-loud-enough-to-clear-out-a-jungle-of-wild-animals tone... or wannabe Barnesy. Touch and go.

Inítium tui finis.

The microphone do not maketh the man

Random Latin aside... I wonder whose microphone will be left standing on Monday night? Hit me.

Election result.

Daily Kos' pictorial representation of the result. I likey.

Strong allegorical overtones...

I am a fan of allegories. George Orwell's Animal Farm is dear to my heart.

However, speaking of allegories and animal farm...



YIKES!

I'll let that speak for itself.

And then there is this other gem - my favourite double entendre of the day:

I Did It Again.

I missed Idol last night. Um-mah!

However, due to the fact that not many people are at my place of employ today, I have had the honour and privilege that is normally bestowed upon those that have a relatively normal (read: not incredibly sh*t) Internet connection. No way! Way...

ARGGGGGGGGGH - you cannot be serious!?!?

Trust me, I am very serious.

I just loved the group performance as it showcased Wes' incredible ability to moonwalk, got me very excited about the upcoming SYTYCD series and showed that Jabba is not only a blob but a blob made of the hardest of hard mahogany. Never have I seen such a wooden sway, obviously he was not allowed to attend Blue Light Discos in Year 8. I mean, even Shearer had more rhythm. Shame, shame, shame.

I just can't take it any more.

Now to the performances, in order of import:

Wes - you are my hero (and Facebook friend). You can sing AND dance. You are better than every Idol that has come before you (yes, BIG call, but it is there to be made). You are world class. Speaking of that big ol' world, in a world first, the Marcia-God gave you a touchdown. What more can I say?

Shearer - yes, Shearer you are my no 2 this week. The Way You Make Me Feel was an interpretive (wet) dream. Well that's how I felt anyway... You FINALLY delivered. Sing it again for me brother. One more week for you.

Chrislyn - you were pretty f*n awful. Your pitch was all over the shop. You sounded like a cat in a bag not just waiting but actually drowning. However, amidst such stellar pieces of shit from Spanner and Jabba, you will be around to fight/sing another day.

Spanner - this was nothing short of a sonic assault. Nightwatchmens' dogs all yelped in extreme pain upon hearing this heinous dribble. You SUCKKKKKKKKK!

Jabba- your performance was all shades of FAIL. A hydraulic drill being rudely inserted into my nose has more appeal. The bottom 3 has never been more of a certainty for you.

See look, definitely more appeal

I wish it was just the last week at the Opera House already...

*Sigh*

So anyway, bottom 3 is clearly going to be Chrislyn, Spanner and Jabba with a Jabba exit. Ta ta!

And we will suffer at the mere thought of you singing one more f*g note...

Obaminator: Rise Against the Machines

Just wanted to say a quick 'good one' to Obaminator. He has (almost) outplayed, outwitted and outlasted the two toughest political machines in the United States - (1) the GOP:

Meredith - we have a bad elephant!

And (2) the Clintons:

So you really made Bill sleep on the White House couch for an ENTIRE year? You go girl.

It is in your nature to destroy yourself... major drag, huh?

Go OBAMANITOR!

Seeing double.

Has anyone else noticed that our beloved leader, Kevin Rudd, tends to have a bevy of beauties surrounding him whenever he steps up to the plate for question time?

Obviously the word beauty here is adopted in quite a liberal sense (not Liberal, liberal).

L to R: Julia Gulia, Yvette, Julie and Jodie.

L to R: JG, YD, JuC, JoC and man with red tie.

But there was this one time that Yvette was away [on band camp]:

L to R: Gilly, not Yvette, Jules, Jodes and man with grey tie.

Never again Yvette. Not even one sickie. Did you hear me? NEVER AGAIN. NOT EVEN ONE.

Ahem.

To ensure this sad, devasting, inhumane event never happens again, I think the Rudd Government needs to consider putting some understudies for these four ladies on the books. The understudies could step in when one of Kev's Angels comes down with a cold, is over in Paris swanning around at the taxpayers expense or is stuck in the toilet with no square to spare.

Who is qualified to fill these important roles? I must say it's quite a tough gig. I couldn't do it. Hell, even Kevin couldn't do it when he was on the backbench!

Let's consider what it involves. First, one must be well versed in the following gestures:

• polite nods of approval when policy initiatives are announced
  
• the odd "hear hear" when a particularly pertinent point is made
• a little guffaw or hehehehe when Ruddski throws in a small-sized giggle
• a laugh or two when the Big Man tells a joke or when the Opposition says anything stupid
  
• dour look when there is a crisis...

The list goes on.

Second, one must be able to perform these gestures in unison with at least the other Angels, if not, the whole Labor team.

Third, they should bear a relatively close resemblance to either Julia, Yvette, Julie or Jodie.

Here's what I came up with:

(1) Julia Guillard's understudy = Tilda Swinton

Tilda might have to "bar down" on the necklace front but otherwise she will be suitably qualified. Gestures and unison - check - given she is an (almost) A-list actor. Resemblance - check - a refined ranga with thin lips and a long nose. Tilda just needs to work on those earlobes.

(2) Yvette Dath's understudy = Claire van der Boom

Who? Well she is in Rush, although I think she carks it this week... And was also in Love my Way. Claire might need to get a quick and nasty dye job but otherwise is a good pick on the resemblance front. May fall a bit shy of the unison, but that's to be expected of a first term MP.

(3) Julie Collins = Sigrid Thornton

Again, a stellar pick by me. Parliament will be sure to get a boost in the ratings from those that yearn for the days of yore... when Laura Gibson was lusting after Diver Dan (oh and didn't we all?)

(4) Jodie Campbell = Sigourney Weaver circa 1979

The resemblance is quite astounding, don't you think? I checked and Sigs is more than happy to do it. Now about that time machine... hmmm...

And then, last but not least, Kevin Rudd = Sam Neill:

A wee bit of talcum powder in the hair and an upgrade from polysterene to porcelain and hey presto, we have ourselves a winner!

Melancholy and finite sadness.

Last night, Rosh was sent packing from our Idol screens.

Strap on not visible in this picture

But don't worry, she still has plenty of friends:

And check out her profile pic for some serious 'tude:

It's a crying shame, we didn't get to say sayonara to Shearer or just LEAVE to Jabba. Next time Gadget, next time.