No one to blame but themselves

This season's disappointing run has only four people to blame -- Randy, Ellen, Kara and Simon. WHO were THEY listening to three weeks ago? For the first time, I can't pick a top 10 because I don't think there are 10 contestants worthy of going further in the competition. I know this is the most painful part of the process because they're still getting their bearings, but this time it seems different. Maybe because you have one judge whose sole job is to flirt and be cute. Another judge on his way out so he could care less. And a third judge who is there purely for comic relief. (not to make light of this -- Ellen is the only reason I'm watching this season) So that leaves Randy to hold it down.

Hold it down, dog. Hold it down.

Seriously, every two seasons or so, we have a dud. Taylor what's his name and then last year's Kris Allen. So we're due for another Kelly Fantasia Jordan Archuletta.

Unfortunately, these kids don't even come close -- as I listen to DiDi sing a version of Lean On Me that literally has Maimee leaning on me. That performance put us to sleep! Geez!

By the way, this is how you switchup this song.

Say what now??!!

iPhone blogger app not cool: answered the phone and lost my draft! Egads! Will try to re-create it now...

Two words. Idol-ized. Keepin eyes. On prize.

Show starts. Ball curves. Boys ready? Swallow nerves.

Ellen rambles. Ryan scrambles. Producers gamble.

Big Mike. Sounds tight. James Brown. Shut down.

John Mayer? Oh no. Vote tonight? Going home.

Bucky hair. Bucky clothes. Bucky talent? Hell nah!

Ellen talks. Nothing said. Kara flirts. Simon's red.

Alex Lambert. Channels soul. Legend dying. Verdict... Whoa! Judges crazy. Outlook hazy. Season's best? Hot mess.

Ego trippin. Hard-headed. Bags packed? Get'em ready.

Jermaine Jermaine. Listen up! FINAL ten. Switchit up. Right now. Shut up!

Bye Jermaine. Seeya later. Try being. More gracious.

B-boy. Pseudo soul. Indie rock. Makeit stop! Andy G. Killing me.

Two hours. Dragging on. Three days. Too long.

Opie Taylor. Looks hot. David Archuletta. He's not.

Simon leaving. Understand why. Weakass singers. Wanna cry.

Two Words

Kanye West has a song with Mos Def and Freeway called Two Words... During the song, they only use two words at a time to complete each verse. Example: South side. World wide. We try. Still die.
Now I'm no lyrical genius like Ye and Mos Def but in an effort to get through what will undoubtedly be a painful second round of bad Alanis impressions, I'm going to give this two-word thingy a try. Here goes...

There's an App for that

So excited. Downloaded an app that let's this lazy blogger post from her phone. If this can't keep me on track, I don't know what will. Looking forward to ditching more dead weight on Tuesday's show....

Top 24 Revealed

Alleged 'American Idol' semifinalist Michael Lynch disqualified

Michael Lynch may be paying a hefty price for his proud papa confirming he's an American Idol Top 24 ninth-season semifinalist.

The St. Petersburg native -- who went by the moniker "Big Mike" during the American Idol audition process -- appears to have been disqualified from Idol's ninth season, the anonymous online spoiler known as Joesplace reported Friday.

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I'm Baaaaaack!

First, I must apologize for my absence. I was on a self-imposed hiatus in protest of that stupid new girl judge Kara-whats-her-name. My allegiance lies completely with Paula. Drinking problem and all.

While I'm sad Paula's gone, I couldn't be happier to have Ellen join Randy, Simon and that stupid new girl judge behind the table this season. Tonight is Final 24 night -- when the real competition begins -- and so far, I am psyched about this year's talent pool.
The song of choice seems to be Jason Mraz' "I'm Yours"

This is the toughest part of the whole contest -- as Ryan says, "with lives hanging in the balance" Take poor Big Mike Lynch with the newborn baby. UnrealityTV had him cut from the final 24 weeks before the first casting episodes aired.

And the poor girl who sung that Taylor Swift song -- WORSE than Taylor Swift.

So which will it be...