American Idol

Today I am tired and cranky and don't want to write whatever it is that I am writing here. Perhaps it is because I am exhausted from the emotionally draining American Idol episode last night. Who will stay, who will go home? Will the blind guy make it through after his bland performance? Will the east Indian guy get enough votes from his home land? And what was with the pretty girl singing "Rockin' Robin," one of the worst songs of all time?

Okay, as I type this, I realize that what started as a satire has morphed into reality. It's true, I do watch American Idol. I alone am guilty of this foolish pleasure. I can't blame it on my kids, because they drift in and out of the room whenever the show is on, unconcerned with whether the channel is changed or not. But every week, there we are, my wife and I, in front of the TV watching as some pretty mediocre performers warble on stage.

It's a good thing that we have TiVo or whatever Dish TV calls its recording option. It allows us to zip through most of the performances until the end, when the judges offer their sobriquets or lob their bricks.

For the record---swallowing my pride here, I guess---let it be known that of American Idol's eight seasons, this is only 2.5 for us. That means we've watched only two seasons and are now half way through the third. So while we're hooked on the show this season, it's not like we're American Idol junkies.

I will close by saying "Bring back Ju'not!" If you know what I'm talking about, then you watch American Idol too.