How's That for Accuracy?!

God, we're good. Mejack and I went 4 for 4 in our predictions: Paul Kim, Amy Krebs, Nicole Tranquillo and Rudy Cardenas are all heading home. If only I were this spot-on at the dog track...

I don't have much in the way of a recap of tonight's episode. As a form of ridiculous protest, I'm going to refrain from full-on recaps of hour-long results shows. They are not necessary! It's 50 minutes of fluff and extended commercials for past Idol winners' new CDs and projects and maybe about 10 minutes of actual content. Bastards. I shake my fist at them. Only I'm allowed to waste my time, hello?

While I'm bitching, I have two things to say about Quincy Jones' appearance on tonight's show. First, the camera cut to him while he -- a legend in the music industry -- was fishing something out of his mouth. What was it? A hair? Some errant fuzz? Actually, don't tell me. I don't want to know. Mogul or no, it's just not a flattering shot. Who directed this travesty?

Then, Ryan engaged Quincy Jones in some mindless banter about Fantasia's upcoming run in The Color Purple (Psst, Fantasia! It's a musical, not a play. Thanks!) and no sooner had Quincy opened his mouth to respond when Ryan handed off the mic to Fantasia and told her to hit it. What?!?! Did Ryan Seacrest just IGNORE Quincy Jones? Um, I don't think you're allowed to do that. Not with Quincy Jones... Or Oprah Winfrey. And even though I hate him, Tom Hanks also falls into this category. Oh, and Rip Taylor. But that goes without saying...

Tacky tacky tacky! However, I am happy to hear about the American Idol Challenge. All you have to do is answer a trivia question either online or via text message. (The former method is free for you concerned cheapskates.) Then your info gets entered into a weekly drawing to win $10,000, a trip to Los Angeles and tickets to an American Idol live show. Also, each entry makes you eligible to win the Grand Prize -- $100,000 a trip to Los Angeles and tickets to the American Idol finale. Not too shabby!

It should come as no suprise that I already entered. After all, mama needs a new pair of sensible shoes. Good luck, fellow applicants. No wait, I take that back. I want to win so why am I wishing you luck? Duh, Curly. Nothing a bit of the old Wiccan magic and a good hex can't fix...