Sorry...

I know it's been a while since we've posted.

Don't get us wrong. We love to post. It's just that this year's AI is so...

...so...

...LAME.

Yes. I said it. Lame.

Last week, I couldn't even be bothered, I was so bored. I just couldn't find anything to write about. This week...well, at least Constantine is turning out to be something special.

I love him.

No. Wait. Let me clarify.

I....LOVE...HIM!!!!

Loves me some Connie. Connie with the long hair. Connie with the no rocker street cred and the Partridge family songs. Connie is hot. Connie is now. Connie is boy band without the other boys. He's N Sync without the Sync. He's so bland that he feels new.

Everyone else?

Well, Vonzell is exciting. She's cute. She's bubbly. She's got a great voice. But I hate the weave. Nothing worse than a shiny weave on a nice person.

That Carrie? She's...well, Carrie. And I'm talking bucket of pig's blood on the head Carrie. There is something decidedly evil about her. Decidedly creepy. A reader described her as very JonBenet. And she is. All JonBenet, all the time. Can't stand her. Wish she'd leave.

I was angry that Nikko was ejected. But I got it. He's too R&B for the AI crowd. And he didn't know how to pretend he wasn't the way Fantasia did. Plus, Fantasia had a good story. Single mama, poor, from the South. Nikko aka Osbourne was the son of a famous ball player. There wasn't a single person watching who felt he "needed" to win the way we all felt Fantasia did. I mean, Fantasia can now buy her baby diapers and milk. What's Nikko gonna do with the money? Ummm...put it on top of his other pile of money?

Nadia? Dude, the minute she turned her head into a rooster? She was OUT. OUT. She had no freakin' shot. NONE.

Rooster=NO WAY YOU WILL BE THE AMERICAN IDOL!

As for the rest of 'em? Anwar? Inconsistent. Fedorov? Satan. Bo? Well, Bo has a chance. If he can get his act together. Scott? Oh, please. Love Down's Syndrome boy but he can NOT sing!

Okay, that's all I have to say. I promise to write next week. I promise. Come on back and read....

This is Shonda, reporting live from my sofa...

Oh yeah, PS: Did anyone see Hall and Oates in the audience? Are they a million jillion years old or WHAT?! What happened to the dudes who did Private Eyes? My sister and I have a whole dance we made up to that song. And now they are two geriatric guys sitting in the audience of American Idol wearing Depends diapers?!

Ooh, I feel old...