1. Jamar got totally rooked.
2. I had Frankie Jordan all picked out as my idle Idol crush for the season. Since this year lacks an obvious golden-throated, meaty Irish dame for me to obsess over a la Carly Smithson or Kat McPhee, I decided to focus on the shambolic, disheveled MILFitude of Frankie, but now that she's been cut, I don't know what direction to go in.
3. Here is a sad example of how my brain works and prevents me from ever making anything out of my life: since I have past been employed to do paid recaps of Idol, I've developed, as do many show bloggers, a sort of shorthand to take notes as I go along, which I then expand on during the actual writing. Early on, for understandable yet unforgivable reasons, my shorthand for Danny Gokey was "Dead Wife" (yes, I utilize and endorse the Michael Scott Mnemonic System). So now, every time I see him, I expect him to sing "My Wife and My Dead Wife" by Robyn Hitchcock. Marry me!