Don't have a lot to add to the brilliant commentary already submitted on last night's show (especialy by n.v.!)
I was glad to get to watch this week for a change (new job's been kicking my arse.) Due to having given the real-life Lulu the rest of my magic pills, I suffered a slight bout of insomnia Monday night and only slept two hours. Which means that I was nodding off by the end of my first appletini last night.
I did manage to suffer through a few abominations, such as Stephanie Edwards. What the hell was she doing up there, singing or going into labor? I haven't heard that much grunting since my last visit to a swine farm.
I don't know why the hell those judges were drooling all over Blake. Yeah, the kid is cute and all, but for cripe's sake, I've heard more pleasing sounds come out of a down syndrome baby holding a rusty kazoo.
I used to like Gina, but she didn't impress me last night. And while Chris Richardson may have lovely blue eyes, his annoyingly nasal tone reminds me vaguely of the teacher's voice on the Charlie Brown cartoons. Bwa bwa bwaaa bwaaaaa...
Then, after promising George I would just lay my head down for two minutes during the last commercial, I nodded off and missed both Chris and Melinda. I was especially waiting for Melinda - I figured she would have made the rest of the torture worth my while. Now I'll have to log on to that infernal AI website later today to try to catch it. Unless someone has already You Tube'd her.