Random House: AI Casino, Bad Dorm Names, Gimpitude, etc.

I’m going to kick it old school style tonight with a little Random House.  Gimme a beat….

• After boycotting American Idol last year, I’m slowly being drawn back in by this season’s finalists.  Save Chris Daughtry, I don’t think there’s a bona fide superstar in the bunch, but the talent level top to bottom is probably the best of any season so far.  What was up with Randy’s outfit tonight?  Was he dealing blackjack after the show?  Instead of saying, “Yo, dawg, that was just ahh-ight for me,“ I thought he was going to ask a contestant if they wanted to double down.
• I’m down with my alma mater UNC being all liberal and progressive and stuff, but don’t you think it would be depressing to live in a dorm called Slave Poet Horton?
• I found out today that I have a rotator cuff injury in my left shoulder.  I’d like to say that I did it pulling some hottie out of a car before it sank into a lake or something, but the truth is I have no idea how it happened.  This just goes to prove what a giant gimp I am.  In related news, Vicodin is pretty sweet for masking the pain, but apparently not very good at helping me write a funny blog post.
• If you happen to see Jerry Garcia’s toilet walking around anywhere, you should probably alert the authorities.
• What’s the over/under on how many years it will be before JJ leaves his job hustling 5-spots from guys at the local Y to become a useless Dook assistant coach?
• Who would you rather be right now: Zacarias Moussaoui or Lee Fowler?  Werd. I had to think about it for a minute too.
• Last question.  It’s a simple question, Norm.  A baby could answer it.  If you were a hot dog, would you eat yourself?

Werd.