Well, Grease: You’re the One That I Want just ended, and I am sad, because I enjoyed that show much more than I had any right to. It’s the Broadway. I LOVE me some Broadway, and I don’t get enough of it. And without spoiling it, because I hate when I randomly come across blogs and spoil myself for reality shows, I’ll just say that that the right people won, for me, although I liked both sets in the final four. Now I want to go to Broadway and see the show. Of course, that’s precisely what the producers are hoping I do, so I think I’ll be rebellious and not. At least, that’s the reason I’m going to give, rather than it’s too far away and too expensive. Yeah. That’s it.

So, NBC? Please do more! I guess there probably isn’t a Broadway revival of a well-known musical like Grease going on every six months, though, is there? And other producers are probably going to wait to see if these two can carry a full show or if David Ian loses his shirt on this thing before they venture to do it themselves. Still. I WANT BROADWAY.

In other TV news, I’m really tired of The Amazing Race coming on late and screwing with my DVR. Is that because of sports stuff in the afternoon? Because about 3/4 of the time, 60 Minutes runs till about 7:30, with throws off TAR by half an hour, and my DVR isn’t smart enough to compensate.

Okay, so what I need right now is another show to watch. Much less another reality show. Much less another singing contest reality show. So what am I watching right now? Grease: You’re the One That I Want, a reality competition in which the winners will play Danny and Sandy in a Broadway production of Grease. I had just started this blog (or actually, the Blogspot forerunner of this blog) during American Idol last year, so I may not have mentioned it here, but what I wanted more than anything else was a Broadway night. So when I heard that there was going to be a show that’s ALL Broadway nights, basically? I couldn’t help myself.

Watching the first episode now (timeshifted from 7). We’ll see how it goes. edit: Of course, it’s going to get really boring if all the girls sing “Hopelessly Devoted”…

In other news, my blonde moment of the day was watching Grey’s Anatomy 2×17 today (an episode from last season where Meredith had her hand in a guy’s chest holding an unexploded bazooka rocket steady). After the crisis, Izzy and Christina were helping Meredith into the shower to wash blood and cuts off her face (at risk of spoiling people who are an entire season behind, like me, I’ll go ahead and say the bomb exploded later, after it was handed off to the bomb squad, but she was standing in the hall and got minorly knocked down), and I thought, hey, don’t you think they should have a doctor look at her injuries first? Cue *facepalm* as I immediately realize, duh, they’re both doctors, and they’ve obviously looked at her.