The ramblings of Allan and Alana Goodall, a transplanted Scottish Canadian and his Southern wife, trapped in the cultural hinterland that is northern Louisiana.
Actually, I think the Microwave of Death(tm) lives in our basement. It's so old it has a rotary analogue timer and only one power setting. Weighs a tonne, too.
In this case, the Microwave of Death was part of a magic act. It's the old "magician disappears into a box" trick, but with a twist. The magician, a white guy, jumps into this big box (the Microwave of Death). Smoke goes off, lights flash (as the "microwave" shorts out), and out jumps a black guy.This is part of some talent show that was on last night. It's a new "reality" show, done in a similar format to American Idol, but with the auditions happening before a studio audience. Some folks sing, but there are comedy, acrobatic, and animal acts.The good ones were pretty good, ranging from street busker level up to "should be in Cirque du Soleil". The bad ones are... well, mostly just sad. There are a lot of deluded people out there who think they have a watchable talent. Apparently you can't blame all those awful American Idol singers on tone deafness.Oh, and while he laughed, I got the impression that Logan was a little bit disappointed in the "Microwave of Death"...
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