One more random thing before I go to bed. The last post was from the freaked-out-soon-to-be-mother side of me (man, I can't even type mother without staring at that word and thinking it can't and won't apply to me--agh, wrong post, must move on). This is from my newly discovered inner reality TV junkie.

Whoever came up with the elimination procedure for American Idol is seriously sadistic. I taped tonight's episode (last night's in the States) while I was out tonight and just got finished watching it. These kids are on live TV, and Ryan calls their names about ten times each, usually just to tell them they're safe. They stand up, sit down, answer questions, acting all cheerful and poised the whole time, because they're on national TV live. Then, when their nerves are completely frazzled, they bring one or two of them out of their seats up on stage. Oh, there's about ten commercial breaks in between all of this torture. I forgot that part because I could fast forward through it. Then, finally, they totally devastate one of them, then make them sing in front of everyone.

I don't know why I watch this stuff. Actually, yes I do, I watch because I've become addicted, and I want to know who's staying and who's going. But the way they do it is just MEAN.