American Idol: And Then There Were STILL 7

So the judges finally used a save. I’d like to say I’m happy for dueling piano player Matt Giraud, but mostly I’m still bummed that Scott MacIntyre isn’t in the competition. Last night’s performances of songs from movies were the least interesting load of waste I’ve ever seen in one night of Idol.

Maybe I’m just bitter, but these characters aren’t as compelling as the best from the past couple of years. Mostly though, Scott brought such a different dimension than anyone has ever seen before, it’s not surprising that this week’s show actually led to a decrease in national voters.

So next week two people are going home.  You can throw Anoop and Lil into the bottom because they don’t stand a chance.  Adam seems solid, Kris and Danny are consistently decent, and the rest are just biding their time unless something changes.

As for the programming critique, it’s nice to see and hear the contestants actually singing during the ensemble performance. 

Of all the music that’s ever appeared in movies, the selected cuts were terrible.

Quentin Tarantino is scary looking.

Here’s how the field stacks up.

The IRS and Tooth Decay

Did you ever have that nightmare about going to the dentist?  I never have, but today is April 15th, tax day, and I keep having the nightmare about what the government is going to do to me. 

Tax offices are more frightening than dentists.  Luckily, I’ve found something that can help alleviate my fear. 

I recently heard a commercial offering “sleep dentistry.”  Now I’ve experienced dental cocktails that sedate you before having teeth worked on.  I even got the nitrous gas once for my wisdom teeth.  That was one of the better mornings of my life.  The cop that pulled my girlfriend over didn’t know what to make of me in the passenger seat, slumped and drooling like a boxer in the corner of the ring.

I don’t have much fear of dentists, so the radio ad didn’t appeal to me, but what about my fear of the IRS?  May I propose a hybrid approach to be known as Sleep Accounting?

Imagine how glorious doing your taxes could be!  You take a simple cocktail of sedatives before leaving your home (make sure you have a driver), arrive at the tax office feeling light and free, then get blasted with some nitrous.  You’ll be counting pink elephants while your accountant does the nasty business with your W-2s.

Accountants, like dentists, mostly want to help people.  I guess that makes the IRS analagous to pain, infection, and decay.