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Boxers Or Briefs?

"Mom, I made the cover of the New York Times."

Those were the words Sheree Boyd heard over the phone when her son Zachary called her from Afghanistan.

Tickled that their son was both alive and soon-to-be on a national newspaper's front page, they waited.  Dad, Tommy, figured it was going to be a photo of him during a patrol or some such activity.

When they finally saw it, "I laughed for five minutes" says Tommy.

This is why.

 

When Taliban bullets began to fly at Firebase Restrepo in the Korengal Valley of Kunar Province, Zachary did not waste time with pants.  He flung on his flak jacket and helmet, grabbed his weapon, and began to return fire.

In his pink "I love New York" boxers and shower thongs.

The photo was snapped by an AP photographer at the base. 

Zachary also mentioned to his Mom, “I may not have a job any more after the President has seen me out of uniform.”

Don't worry, Zach.  You look stunning.  And besides, President Obama has one helluva sense of humor.  He even laughed THIS off, remember?

He Was Blind, But Now He Sees

My stance on organized religion is not a state secret.  I don't do church.  God, yes.  Church, no.  Belief that the Bible is the be-all, end-all guidebook?  Absolutely not.  That manuscript has been jacked with since the first quill was scratched across parchment.

Interesting article regarding someone who used to follow things to the letter, but now lives with his eyes comfortably wide open.

Former fundamentalist 'debunks' Bible

The Gang's All Here

Rudy got in early this morning, my parents are in town, and the weekend is full with Carson's musical (tonight is opening night!), Culley and Kendall competing at the State level in UIL One Act, and Kendall's soccer team in play-offs.

So please forgive me if things are a little light around here the next couple days...

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American Idol Results Recap, Wednesday, May 13: Nice Guys Sometimes Finish Third

Before I get into the recap, a couple housekeeping items...

Jill - YES. I pulled up Tuesday's show and Simon was covered in forenSICK evidence of Paula's molestation and assault.

Kris's wife's belly. I agree, she looks a tad fuller than when we started down this road. If, in fact, there is a baby in the offing - congrats to them. That child will be a doll.

And to everyone who enjoyed yesterday's recap - THANK YOU. I've said it before - by the time I get done writing these things I have lost all perspective as to whether I managed to make any of the show funny or not.

Quite a few of you emailed asking how I come up with intros like the Tale of Two Cities. Simple. I don't have a freaking clue. I can tell you WHEN it came to me. That would be roughly 2:47am Wednesday morning. I was in bed listening to the ^&%$#! cats play with their jingle ball toys downstairs and I was trying to decide how to title the recap. Two songs. What has two? Songs are sometimes called ditties. Tale of Two Ditties? Coool. Now go back to sleep, you pathetic woman.

The title would have been fine, but I made the mistake of pulling up the intro in the book - I remembered from reading it in high school - "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..." But then as I read the entire opening, my mind began associating moments from this season with each line.

THAT is why the recap was so late in being posted yesterday. Once I got the idea, my stupid, naggy mind would not let go of it, so I had to find a photo for everything.

So there you have it. Middle of the night. Slightly OCD around the edges when it comes to taking an idea to its fullest. And cats who have no business playing with jingle balls at 247am.

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The results show opened with Ben Stiller addressing the masses: Last night, Ryan Seacrest was injured in a horrible bikini waxing accident (and apparently all the hair that was pulled out was then glued onto Ben's head (looking a little scruff there, Zoolander). I'm Ben Stiller, and THIS is the American Idol DESK.

(WARNING - CRAFTY MOVIE PIMPAGE TAKING PLACE)

With the help of his costars in the upcoming Night At The Museum sequel, Ben explained that the American Idol judges' desk was soon to be going to a place of honor at the Smithsonian with other "historical, iconic ... stuff."

I'll leave it at that. Yes, in the pantheon of pop culture, American Idol certainly has its place, but I get a tad indignant at the constant product / movie / CD placements we are forced to sit through.

After the graphics rolled, Gloryan Swansen drifted down her staircase...

(You just know that since the staircase retracted on Debbie-The-Stage-Manager, Ryan's O-ring goes into a vapor lock of fear each time he walks down them.)

As he began to address the crowd, the camera caught the judges' desk and the empty chair of Ms. Abdul. What? Not in her chair on time? Would we be denied her cashewy presence?

Ryan explained that over 88 million votes came in after Tuesday's show, with just over 1 million separating the top two vote getters. Go America! Way to burn up those phone lines!

A hello to the judges revealed the newest Teletubbie, Rinky Winky, looking fine in bright purple; Kara Dio Right Guardi auditioning for yet another antiperspirant commercial; Paula *POOF* was suddenly in her seat dressed like Miss Kitty's whorish cousin from the next county over, Miss Titty. Her hair was up, yet down, her boobs were threatening to break through the saloon doors of her bustier. Really. Who dresses this woman? For his part, Simon learned his lesson - he wore dark gray to better hide any fallout from Paula's troweled on make-up (she looked like she had been punched in both eyes).

Ryan then rolled the Vommercial, this one set to Break My Stride. This VOMM found the guys walking around the corner of a city street to get in their spiffy Ford Mustang, only to have their progress impeded by three vicious, slobbering dogs.

No worries! Adam is able to go all A Ha / Take On Me and cartoon himself through a wall where he finds a cartoon steak grilling on a cartoon stove. He throws it to the dogs and they are able to get in their car.

But wait! You can't ride around in a convertible on a cloudy day! Kris A Ha's himself, too, and chases the clouds away.

Finally, faced with Fusion gridlock, Danny emerges from the car, and like Moses, parts the Ford Sea so they can drive through.

Instead of the Vommercial driving right into THE GROUP SONG, this time we were treated to Keep A Child Alive Ambassador, Alicia Keys, gorgeous in a simple beige bubble dress and flowing locks, walking out onto stage to talk about her experiences working in Africa. She spoke of the "resilience and courage" of all the children and then introduced a young man named Noah whose dream it is to record an album to help raise money to fight HIV in his country.

OK, shameless heartstring plucking, but so what. He was adorable. Dressed like a mini Kanye West, Noah came out on stage to sing I'm The World's Greatest - he was dressed in silver and green high tops, JEANS, a shiny t-shirt, and a leather jacket - AND he was having the time of his young life.

Is he a great singer? Um. Noooo. But that was really beside the point. What he didn't give my eardrums. he made up for by giving my face - a HUGE SMILE.

AFTER THE BREAK, the Top 3 were shown backstage and Ryan called Danny out to watch the footage from his trip back to Milwaukee. In the video there was, of course, the private jet, a stretch SUV, police escorts, screaming fans, a requisite local FOX affiliate appearance, radio shows, etc.

And then he got to meet up with BFF Jamar, and that was sweet. The guys are tight and I always like it when men are able to escape the machismo factor and just show raw emotion.

The video then highlighted a crazy woman in pink plaid pants and a feather boa frantically chasing his limo, then a parade where a little girl summed up his appeal, "He's cute, he's got good glasses, and he lives in Milwaukee!"

Sigh - I can almost hear Laverne and Shirley singing about making their dreams come true...

For his part, especially during the parade, Danny was truly overwhelmed by the show of support. Thousands upon thousands of people turned out to watch him receive the key to the city, to hear him perform, watch him throw out the first pitch...

For Danny, it was ten months since he lost Sophia, and I'm sure it was, as he put it, "a bittersweet homecoming."

Ryan then took the lights down, recapped all the critiques from the night before and then ... revealed NOTHING. Go sit down, Danny.

Then it was Kris's turn to come out and watch his private jet ride back to Arkansas, his FOX appearance, his radio shows, his performances. Over 20K people turned out to scream and hear him perform at the Riverfest Amphitheater in Little Rock.

How surreal must it be for these guys? They left these hometowns as nobodies and now they are welcomed back as conquering heroes. Pretty cool.

His wife rode beside him in the parade, Kris Allen Day was proclaimed, and his video wrapped up with him humbly telling 20K screaming fans, "You've changed my life ... thank you SO much."

(My favorite piece of his trip tape? The long, emotional hug from his dad in the driveway. I teared up.)

Ryan then recapped last night's two songs and sent Kris to wait with Danny.

Twelve more commercials, and we came back to see that Season 6 winner, Jordin Sparks, is no longer a little girl.

OK, ok - at six foot thirteen, she has never been a little girl, but WHOA, girlfriend has grown up. She looked amazing - tall as ever, but totally toned up, hair all touseled, like an Amazonian Beyonce. The girl looked HOT. She wore a strapless black dress covered with shimmering sequins and worked the stage like a seasoned pro.

Her voice is as big as I remember, but it now issues from a strong, confident woman. The only bad part of the performance? That final shot of her face. It said, I'm-Now-Going-To-Suck-Your-Brains-Out-Through-Your-Eye-Sockets.

Another break and it was time to return to San Diego with Adam. Private jet, stretch limo, police escort, and TONS of screaming fans - face it, he's a rock star. After appearing on his local FOX affiliate and applying eye shadow to the weather girl, he did some radio shows and was followed everywhere by Bubba the Body guard. That guy was HUGE.

I liked his return to the Metropolitan Educational Theater where he grew up performing - that was a nice touch, especially him answering questions from the little kids. He was then swept away to Mt. Carmel High School where he rode around the track like the Homecoming King (Yes, I considered typing 'queen', but figured someone out there would accuse me of being rude - not so.) and then as he prepared to perform, a girl ripped off her top and rushed the stage, only to be stopped by Bubba.

Poor Adam. Get used to it, buddy. The underwear is going to be flying fast and furious from now on. (Even Clay and Ruben had a collection of it they traveled with - it had everything from thongs to granny panties that had been thrown up during their concerts.)

His video wrapped up with a visit to Miramar - the Marine Corps Air Station - where he sang the National Anthem in front of a flag the size of my house.

With the lights down, Ryan rambled through last night's critiques and then sent him to squash a cushion with Kris and Danny.

Coming back from the break, Ryan was sitting with the guys and Danny complained, "Let's just get to it - enough commercials, enough playing around..." He was cut off by Adam hollering, "I want to see Katy Perry!"

Wish granted, Adam. In fact, Katy's Waking Up In Vegas act opened with a shot of her white satin cape which had been stitched with the words ADAM LAMBERT.

I do believe you have another fan, Adam.

Katy was dressed like a 70's era Elvis if he had had nice legs and boobs (not moobs) - killer collar, lots of rhinestones and satin, and her backup dancers were decked out in Las Vegas showgirl costumes - feathers were in abundance.

But this performance was no jackpot. More like winning on a penny machine downtown at the Slots-O-Fun. Woo. Freaking. Hoo.

I like Miss Perry's music and never change the station when she comes on the radio, but this LIVE performance was not good. She was pitchy, off kilter, out of breath, and a little manic.

Kind of like Waking Up In Vegas with a bad hangover. (Not that I would know what's that like ... lately...)

Her act ended with a confetti shower and a contest with Paula to see who had the most cleavage. I think it was a draw.

One more break and it was finally time to put the guys and America out of the collective misery we were all feeling.

With the boys at center stage, Ryan announced that "The first person competing in next week's finale is.... " and then he reached over and slapped KRIS in the stomach ... "KRIS!"

You could have driven a tractor trailer through Kris's mouth. He was SHOCKED. His wife was overjoyed. And his father was in tears.

Ryan then asked the question, "Who competes against Kris?"

The answer? Adam. And I believe the relief in his body and on his face was real. I truly think Adam was actually worried how this might go down - regardless of Katy Perry's embroidery.

They all embraced and then Ryan rolled Danny's journey tape. Halfway through, I needed a Kleenex. It started with a wedding photo of he and Sophia, and her presence and inspiration was shown throughout.

Danny has had his naysayers. Those who think HE exploited his backstory. I don't think it has ever been him trading on his personal tragedy. The producers? Um, yeah. Nothing is sacred to them.

For Danny, it has all been real. Real emotion. Real struggle. Real REAL. A reality none of us can imagine.

I once told a friend who had suffered a miscarriage that while she would never forget, in time she would forgive what had happened to her. I knew this from experience.

Danny knows this from experience. He is an example of not forgetting, but of forgiving what life has handed him and refusing to let it adversely dictate the course of his life.

His eyes have always been forward - yes, also upward - but definitely forward. He knows he cannot change what has happened, but he sure as hell can control his walk into the future.

And for that, not this whole superficial Idol thing, I think Sophia would be very proud.

Congratulations, Danny. Sometimes nice guys finish third.

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Oh, and in the wise words of Laverne & Shirley...

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
Sclemeel, schlemazel, hasenfeffer incorporated.
We're gonna do it!

Give us any chance, we'll take it.
Give us any rule, we'll break it.
We're gonna make our dreams come true.
Doin' it our way.

Nothin's gonna turn us back now,
Straight ahead and on the track now.
We're gonna make our dreams come true,
Doin' it our way.

There is nothing we won't try,
Never heard the word impossible.
This time there's no stopping us.
We're gonna do it.

On your mark, get set, and go now,
Got a dream and we just know now,
We're gonna make our dream come true.
And we'll do it our way, yes our way.
Make all our dreams come true,
And do it our way, yes our way,
Make all our dreams come true
For me and you.

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P.S.

Yes, I, too, loved Kris's reaction to Simon's "big ding dong" comment.  Little Kris has a little bit of a dirty mind...

American Idol Recap, Tuesday, May 12: A Tale Of Two Ditties

It was the best of times...

It was the worst of times...

it was the age of wisdom...

It was the age of foolishness...

It was the epoch of belief...

It was the epoch of incredulity...

It was the season of Light...

It was the season of Darkness...

It was the spring of hope...

It was the winter of despair...

We had everything before us...

We had nothing before us...

We were all going direct to Heaven...

We were all going direct the other way...

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With the lights shining down on their bodies, Adam, Danny, and Kris looked more like Spock, McCoy, and Kirk, Captain James T, being beamed onto a barren planet, than contestants on a reality show.

They have become heroes in their hometowns (yes, Milwaukee was desperately in need of something to bring them Laverne and Shirley levels of fame once again). But tonight, who can garner the support of the nation? (Garnering is hard work.) We are ONE week away from the finale (thank you, Jesus). THESE are your Top 3 (Spock, McCoy, and Kirk, Captain James T). And T.I.A.I.

Roll graphics of ruffied up cyborgs...

The Countess de LesSTEPS (Real Housewives watchers will have to help those who don't get it) once again swept down the staircase of her MANse. (Ryan, seriously, you have slipped on the juices of douchebaggery - the staircase entrance has now slid into Sunset Boulevard territory.)

He patted the show on its back for this being the 300th episode of American Idol (my God, no wonder my writing hand hurts) and then greeted the judges:

Grandpa Jackson in his Mr. Rogers cardigan; Kara-The-Pittster Dio Guardi again showing the world her clean close shave; Paula jumped up out of her seat like a Crack-in-the-Box to reveal a bustier resplendent with black sequins and a Reynold's Wrap apron; Simon crawled from bed to top drawer, grabbed one of 1,000 white Hanes, and rolled in.

The Top 3 then walked out as the space doors parted - they looked like an ad for Dudes 'r Us - denim in abundance, hair products shimmering in their coifs, army boots, some sprinklings of leather...

Ryan then explained they would each be singing two songs - one chosen by the judges - that yo-yo-package-artist-seeking-bunnies-butterflies-rainbows-ghastly braintrust - the other a personal pick.

As they each spent last week flying off to their respective hometowns, there is footage galore - but we will only get a snippet in this ep as they need most of it to stuff another Build-A-Bore results show on Wednesday.

Up first, Danny receiving a text message from Paula during an appearance at a radio station. Make them play my new song!

OK, ok, it didn't say that.

The text indicated her choice of song for Danny - Dance Little Sister - Terence Trent D'Arby's version, not the Rolling Stones (I do believe any attempt by Danny to ape Mick would result in him popping some much needed vein in the middle of his head).

The DJ asked "How do you feel about it?" Props to Danny for being honest, "Um, I don't know it. That's how I feel."

But with four days to learn it, he stepped out on stage in JEANS, a dark shirt, and a jacket from the Ahmadinejad Collection. For an upbeat number, he spent most of it hiding behind Matilda, finally ripping off her head over halfway through to engage in a scat contest with a saxaphone (the sax won).

He had Danny-level energy (meaning glass of sugary Kool-Aid, not case of Red Bull), flopped about enthusiastically, and he sounded decent enough - the song worked well with his Michael McDonald-I-swallow-a-handful-of-gravel-before-each-performance vocal.

Randy started with "Let the games begin!" quickly moving into "way to jump it off tonight, Danny!" He finished with it being "dope for me." (Yes, like Prozac, it could certainly put the "Eh" in your day); Kara, wearing what looked like a necklace from the Jurassic Park Collection, commented that the "dancing was a little too gyrating for me" (She obviously never went to Studio 57 before); Paula defended him to Kara, saying it was "really good dancing" (she is obviously using her own performance on Idol as a barometer); Simon called the dancing "a bit desperate" (DWTS is one stage over, guys), but that Danny was "vocally very, very good."

And then, because this show is really all about the sophomoric quartet behind the desk, Paula punched Simon in the moob (man boob) while Ryan attempted to talk to Danny.

The break brought us back to Kris's trip to Arkansas where he (love the chipped up blue nail polish, Krisney Spears) was gifted with a brand new cellphone courtesy of AT&T. What's this?!?!? Holy Can-You-Hear-Me-Now? there's already a text message on it! It's from Kara and Randy!

They chose Apologize by One Republic for Kris's first song because as Randy said, "It's a big song, big range, and he's got a big voice."

Eschewing his guitar, Kris opted to play the piano - nice touch - but as soon as he hit the first chorus I knew he was going to be bent over that keyboard and get effed in the A for not changing the song. He sounded perfectly fine - stellar compared to David Archuleta's Sweeny Todding of the song last season - but that falsetto? Yowch. Sheep sound like that when they are being slaughtered.

You remember, don't you, Clarice?

Randy babbled about "this being the kind of artist you can be" and said, "nice, baby, very nice"; Kara called it a "really competent performance" but then she slammed him down on the piano and went to work, reaming him out for not making it his own, not taking chances; Paula let him stand back up, even helped him pull his pants back to his waist, and consoled him with, "That bum note (I don't think she meant the sound he made when Kara ripped into him) was loud, but I'm proud of you"; Simon looked at her and shook his head, "How can you say 'There was a bum note, but I'm proud of you'?" He then called Kara's critique a copout because she chose the song and if she wanted it sung a certain way, the onus (not to be confused with anus) was on her to tell him.

As Ryan began to talk to Kris, Kara acted worse than Paula, stood behind Simon, and clasped both hands over his mouth.

You know, even obnoxious five year olds were watching this with their parents and going, "Day-um, that's just not right. Timeout for you!"

Another break and then we got to see Adam, strategically positioned in a San Diego parking lot directly in front of an AT&T store, receiving his text message from Simon who chose U2's One for him to sing. And then Simon made a special point to let everyone know he spoke directly to King Bono to get permission for Adam to eat the song.

And dine he did.

Standing at Matilda, bathed in what have become Adam Lambert Blues (soon to be available in all Home Depot lighting departments), he wore JEANS and an untucked denim shirt. Nothing fancy, but then his voice is accessory enough.

I may still prefer the U2 version, but Adam did not dishonor it in any way. From soft to hard, slow to fast - he made beautiful love to it - the only thing that momentarily gave me pause was when he walked forward and sang on his own face while his tongue was hanging out of his maw - he did a solid job. (Note: I spent some time on YouTube yesterday listening and watching many of his stage performances - that kid can SANG his ass off. LISTEN TO HIM IN BRIGADOON He does not need to win this thing. In fact, I am now hoping he does not. I don't want to have to endure him having to endure singing some A Moment Like This In My Life Are You Proud Of Me? coronation tune.)

Randy called it an "unbelievable vocal" and while he did not exactly like the arrangment, Adam is a "really, really talented guy" (and that is really, really the biggest understatement of Season 8); Kara called him "an amazing strategist"; Paula couldn't just critique but had to dis Simon, "You don't know how miserable my life is right now sitting next to him gloating..." (Paula, dear, he's had to sit next to you for eight seasons, gloating, floating, falling, and blurble-ing every mental fart that escapes your cerebellum.) She finally got around to telling him it was "one brilliant song, one superb performance, and one American Idol that I'm staring at right now."

For his part, Simon cheekily began with, "Brilliant song choice" but then got serious, calling it a "brilliant, brilliant, brilliant performance" and "If you're not in the finals next week, it will be one of the biggest upsets of this competition."

Well, true enough. But given the level of pimping? Methinks they are afraid of that actually happening. Adam certainly doesn't need anyone selling his vocal ability for him, so it seems the producers know just how unexciting a finale without Adam in one of the spots will be.

It would be a balladnale.

AFTER THE BREAK

they filled some time with a trip to Angola, Africa to show Carrie Underwood handing out mosquito nets purchased with the over $140 million Idol Gives Back has collected over the past two years.

I just enjoyed the children. A child's smile is a child's smile is a child's smile - regardless of where it is located. It is precious, it is a gift, it needs protected. End of story.

Another break and Ryan met with Danny on the Chat Chairs to discuss the "tough decision" behind the next song - after sorting through scads of options, Danny ultimately chose Joe Cocker's You Are So Beautiful To Me.

OK, personally, I love this tune. It's on my iPod, and what makes it so perfect is Joe's imperfect, gravelly, impassioned, raw vocal. I slightly cringed when Danny said he chose it. Not because I did not think he could pull it off - of course he can, it's a ballad - but because he's done so many eyes-to-Heaven songs where the viewers get almost uncomfortable as his dead wife again is subconsciously inserted into the performance. I do not begrudge him his motivations, I just know that many viewers are tired of feeling manipulated.

Sitting on a stool, guitar player on one side, string quartet on the other, Danny looked handsome in his 9 o'clock shadow of scruff, white dress shirt rolled to the elbows, fitted vest, and tie. He started off very restrained, soft, eased in and out of his falsetto, then rolled into some big notes - the passion was believable - and then he brought it in for a soft landing.

I won't be replacing Joe's version with Danny's, but well done.

Randy said "you showed you can really, really, REALLY sing"; Kara called it "stunning"; Paula said he left us all "breathless"; and Simon was very generous, "I would call that a vocal master class."

BEEP BEEP BEEP - PIMPING ALERT - BE ON THE LOOKOUT FOR PURPLE VELVET, FEATHERED HATS, AND PLATFORM SHOES WITH GOLDFISH IN THE HEELS!! BEEP BEEP BEEP

Kris was next to sing his choice - Heartless by Kanye Waste - er sorry, I mean WEST.

In a simple black shirt and JEANS, Kris stood at Matilda and began singing a stripped down - seriously, no hubcaps, the radio was gone, hell, even the upholstery was missing - version. All there was, was Kris and his acoustic guitar, and once again - it doesn't happen every season, mind you - magic was made.

Think Fantasia's Summertime (the FIRST time, not the third), Kat's Somewhere Over The Rainbow (the FIRST time, not the second), and Bo Bice's barefoot, acapella version of In A Dream. It was a moment in which all that mattered was the vocal and the ability of the contestant to hold the audience.

Kris's version was amazing - in that moment, I finally decided, I want HIM in the final. He has earned it - in some ways even more than Adam - because Adam has been pimped since the first round of auditions. Kris had to literally sing his way from obscurity to this position.

Randy said the first intelligent thing he's said in months, "This is gonna be one of the toughest voting nights." He then blasphemed, "I liked it even better than Kanye's version." Oh Randy, did you not see the Fish Sticks episode of South Park - don't make Kanye mad, dude...

Kara called it "bold, brave, fearless"; Paula said "Bravo"; Simon admitted that after Kris sang Apologize he "had written you out - that all changed after that performance."

One more break and it was Adam's turn to close the show - THANK. GOD. He needs the pimp spot. - He took the stage in JEANS, army boots, a shiny t-shirt, and his leather jacket to sing Aerosmith's Cryin'.

No big surprise - he was great - which is probably the worst thing that can be said about Adam - he's so damned consistent. Every note, every line - all sung pitch perfect. He's a performer - period. Without a doubt he deserves to be in the finals - hell, if it is truly a singing competition, just throw some confetti on him now and make him sing You Are So Proud Of My Life Moment.

Randy called Adam "one of the best we've ever had on this stage. You should be a rock star."; Kara said he was "amazing" and "We will see you at the finals"; Paula's mental plane crashed and she babbled something about, "I hope you're collecting frequent flier miles - you're going to be flying for free everywhere."; Simon, in a purple velvet suit with leopard trim, and a feather in his jazzy hat said, "It's easy to assume you're going to sail through" and then warned everyone they had better vote for him or Rooster Cowell was gonna put a hurt on 'em.

And now we wait. I think it is completely possible to see Adam shown the door (to major success) when the results are revealed. Then again, it could just as easily be Danny. The only one I think is truly safe, is KRIS - the guy no one knew for many, many, many weeks.

Tune in tonight to see which two get a shot at bathing in confetti, having their hair set ablaze by too many stage pyrotechnics, and getting to sing I Believe In My Proud Life Moment!

For whom will it be the best of times? And for which unlucky fellow will it be the worst?

A.I. Recap

It's coming, it's coming - keep your pants on.

Busy evenings this week with dress rehearsals for Carson, and this morning has been chopped up by Culley needing run back and forth to the local college to take an IB Physics test.

It's almost done...

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