Well, I’m not going to fuck around today, because I’m pissed. Brandon Rogers got the boot last night. I know, I couldn’t believe it either. Especially when there were a couple of seriously sucky performances a billion times worse than his. Yeah, okay, he screwed up the words, and maybe he was concentrating on the dance moves a little too much. But goddamn, at least his voice sounded okay.

Haley Scarnato screwed up her lyrics, and probably concentrated on her makeup too much, but she sounded like hell and wasn’t even in the bottom 3. She was close, though. Brandon and Phil Stacey were brought down onstage first as members of this week’s bottom 3. Phil looked a bit stunned, but was smiling. I think he kinda knew he was only there as the camouflauge. Don’t get me wrong, Phil isn’t one of my faves, but he wasn’t bad enough to be kicked. Everyone else was safe, except Haley and Sanjaya Malakar. Both of them should’ve been in the bottom, if you ask me, but Ryan called Sanjaya to join Brandon and Phil.

Sanjaya belonged down there. His performance last night stank like cheap beer and chili nachos farts. And I’m SO over the hair. Come on, America. It’s time to get honest and let it go. He sucks ass. You know it, I know it, I think he knows it too, and the judges definitely know it. Someone please tell the tweens who love him.

Okay, now that I’ve gotten out my little rant, I’ll quickly review the rest of the brief 30-minute show. The group did a medley of Supremes songs as a tribute to Diana Ross, which was actually pretty good. I hardly recognized Jordin Sparks with her slick, straightened hair. It really made her look different and I’m still deciding whether I like it or not. Then we were treated to the first Ford commercial of the season, featuring the Top 12. It was an ad for Mustangs and portrayed the Idols (with the car) in the 60’s, 70’s, 80’s and today, complete with decade-specific outfits and hairdo’s. Loved Chris Richardson with long hippie hair, Lakisha and Melinda as 70’s disco divas, and Blake Lewis as an 80’s breakdancer.

The big disappointment for me about the results show (besides losing Brandon and having to suffer through more of Sanjaya and his hair) was watching Diana Ross perform. She came out onto the stage in full Diva regalia, a slinky flame-colored dress and huge tulle wrap, her big hair proudly bouncing around her face. She looked incredible. But, oh, then she started to sing “More Today Than Yesterday” and it … wasn’t … good. I felt a little embarrassed for her. She is Diana Fucking Ross for Chrissakes. She’s a legend. And if she was singing as a competitor, she wouldn’t have made it to Hollywood in the first place. But I guess the aging process fucks with people’s voices just as it fucks with everything else, and for her just to be there as an Idol mentor is pretty cool.