It has come to my attention that I may have type-confused Hallie and Haley. Imagine how the voters felt. I should probably correct this, except that I don't care. Which is exactly how the voters felt.

Okay -- while we ignore yet more recrap, let's look at the remaining males. And look quickly, because two of them are going bye-bye for a few minutes. Anyone in this group could conceivably be through. Jermaine is their attempt to replicate Melanie, Eben has taste-free tweens plus Worsters, Colton's got the frau vote, and Deandre has both every male who's ever been kicked in the crotch plus every woman who's ever kicked one. Hard call.

Meanwhile, Jennifer agrees with every pick America has made so far. Because if Jennifer can't bear to say something bad about a contestant, then how could she ever criticize the producers America?

Worster caricatures are up, BTW. The Worsters are part of America. And they made their picks. Would Jennifer care to comment?

Oh, and the Worsters are reporting that we have our first performer theme week scheduled for Top 11. And it's Whitney. Well, that should be early enough to still have a few females left... (The males will be doing Stevie Wonder. In Deandre's case, that would be in the style of Whitney.)

And now a short film by Albert Brooks, Defending The Song Choice You Never Actually Made.

Deandre out. Gee, that must have felt like a kick to the crotch.
Colton gets the fakeout. He will not -- be disappointed. Because he's the other story they're desperate to make work. He's in.
Jermaine in. And Melanie sues for copyright infringement.
Which puts Eben out and gives the Worsters their traditional bad night. But stay tuned -- people are singing next!

Where are you all going?

Why am I bothering with picturing a number which would require an 'all'?