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American Idol Finalists Revealed! Lambert, Epperly, Hall, Scott Eliminated. Along With My Idol Hopes and Dreams. ... sorta

(Our esteemed Top 12 ... Or is this what my nightmare looks like?  Discuss.)

This just in:  Fuzzy Mullet Boy, ... I really have to think a good 10 seconds or so before I can come up with their names .... Oh yes, Lilly Scott .... Katelyn Epperly (yes, that's the one), and oh let's see .... Todrick Hall went home last night on Idol.

Well, actually, this is kind of old news.  Reading some of the comments from my last post, though, I felt I needed to slap this one up here.  Given how long it took to remember who went home last night, I guess you could say, I'm not quite breaking out the Kleenex (as I once did for our beloved Allison Iraheta). 

Okay, okay, I'll admit.  I was a little saddened to see Lilly Scott go over Katie Stevens.  But then, before the silver-haired one even finished singing "I Fall to Pieces," I was already over it.  (I'm sure my mom begs to differ.  Apparently, she wants this stuff on wax.)  And yes, I felt perhaps a twinge of regret to see Katelyn Epperly's premature evacuation.  But then I remembered how stupid she was to choose the song "I Feel The Earth Move" for her one shot at superstardom, and I quickly didn't care if she was walking that plank.  And fuzzy mullet boy?  Well, let's just say, I am not worrrried worrried worrried that he's gone.  He would have had to get on the super expressway of confidence if we ever would have found him worthy of taking over Kris Allen's throne.  Todrick Hall?  Sure the gloved-one was more entertaining than most of these cats, but am I sweatin' it?  Nope.  I think the only real emotion I would have had last night is if my puppy actually did spill over my vino (which he came dangerously close to doing) and if Andrew Garcia did not get that last silver coveted chair of safety. 

Are you telling me to lighten up?  Do I need to get my American Idol season 9 mojo working?  Well give me something I can work with, dammit.  Until then, I will endure some more of Aaron Kelly's air-humping dance moves, Ellen thinking Tim Urban is the greatest thing since Portia, Kara rubbing up against Simon's sweater like it is the newest way to start fire,  and hmmm, what else, oh yeah - Randy giving unwarranted standing "o's" to make it look like we have some hot ones tonight(!).  But I digress.  Carry on, my Idol-Addicts.  Carry on.


  1. Wow you found a lot to say about a night that inspired not much of anything except surprise (for me at least) that Lilly got the ax. It was obvious that Lilly was a bit pissed at America too, huh?

    Kiddie Katie lives to ruin another night of Idol by choosing the wrong song. Pete Brady can pull that dumbfounded look next week too. Hey wouldn't it be cool to hear him do "It's a Sunshine Day"! Potential Paige will sing something I hate and I'll find myself sitting for an hour just to catch the brightness of my Chrystal.

    See ya next week E!


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