[I skipped town for a little while on the ol' AI column because I'm generally pretty busy on Tuesday and Wednesday evenings, and I just couldn't force myself to sit through 6 or 8 or however many hours of goofy audition bullshit. Plus those things are a pain in the ass to recap. Now that we're onto the Top 24, though, I'm back and equally as apathetic as ever.]
Okay, so, American Idol! Tonight we begin the most magical part of the season, when three nights a week are devoted to this wonderful show: Tuesday the boys sings, Wednesday the girls sing, Thursday we send home 2 boys and 2 girls until our Top 24 has been reduced to a Top 12. At that point we leave the comfy little arena (which is probably a non-demoninational church or something) of the Top 24 and head to the much larger, much scarier Top 12 stage, where dozens of thousands more fans with posters can fill the audience.
For now we're still safely in the church, though. Ryan looks sort of weird tonight, like he forgot his eyeliner or something. His eyes don't look right. Randy advises the boys to "keep it real," Paula makes fun of Randy for saying "dog" often, and Simon recommends that the boys sing well. Those judges of ours. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em. Also it's 60s week, already. (Won't it be weird when we're far enough into the future to have to qualify it as 1960s?)