We are soooo over the Idol here.
First, it wasn't Melinda, then not Blake. And now poor Jordin ends up with a gutter-ball starter-song, "This is my now" (and Blake, too?). Can you imagine a worse artistic fate?
Well, at least until it gets stale, I can make both of us break into howls by peppering my commentary at unexpected moments with "This is my now!".
