I Made Other Plans...

...and then life happened.

I can't even begin to talk about the disaster that has struck. Let's just say, I've had a shitty night, and leave it at that. I had all kinds of pithy, snarky, catty, snappy things to say about American Idol tonight, but I don't have the stomach for it, literally.

All I can say is this: Double Dog Ding Dang Diggity Darn, I don't think Sanjaya is going home this week, either. He's like gum on the shoe of bad reality television. Someone should patent his staying power and pass a little of it along to Don Imus.

As a matter of fact, when he wins the record deal, his first song should be "Does Your Chewing Gum Lose Its Flavor On The Bedpost Overnight." I'll buy it, too, just to shoot holes in it with a really big gun.

Here's what the Washington Post online had to say about the bloody fiasco. I disagree with the whole "J-Lo point" but, other than that, they've pretty much nailed it.

And that's all she wrote.