American Idol: Your Time Has Come

Yes, I know. Most self-respecting adults either do not watch American Idol, or at the very least, do not admit to watching it.

And since I am not even American, it's not like I have a patriotic compulsion to ensure that the right singer represents brand America.

Blame it on the writers' strike. I got hooked early on and never let go (although I usually watch episodes in fast-forward).

Last night's final performances from David Cook and David Archuleta were...painful. Like watching a blinking light while listening to a mash-up of Collective Soul and Josh Groban.

What was Cook thinking? Anyone who sings a U2 song sounds like everyone else in the world who has ever been on a road trip. And Archuleta is what happens when a human breeds with a mole. There is dewy-eyed and then there is "dude, do you need eye drops?".

It seems that the voting tweens will beat the teens in the David & David battle, and Archuleta will win.

Thank god So You Think You Can Dance is starting on Thursday.