A.I. - again!

A few years ago, the initials A.I. conjured up that lame Spielberg flick, Artificial Intelligence. Now...it's American Idol. The comparisons will be obvious to anyone who watches the show and is NOT a raving, dedicated fan.

After last night's program, I use to think A.I. could be likened to people's fascination with driving by a bad accident. Now, it's more like watching your pet goldfish flopping around on the floor after the bowl breaks...gasping for air in an unfamiliar, hostile alien environment. Or, how about in Total Recall when those people are exposed to the Martian atmosphere, and their eyes and tongues are bulging out, waiting to explode?

In any case, in the course of two weeks, we have been sucked into the vortex of this black hole of embarrassing media mediocrity. Even Simon can't think of that much mean stuff anymore. He has become even more sarcastic (saying just the opposite of how he really feels).

I can't wait for the results tonight! Phil is toast.