Anniethology on Idol: "I love you Dolly."

Update: Here is proof that Ryan Secrest is one sick puppy.

Ryan says, "Kristy you are safe. Ramile, I'm sorry you are out of the competition. Kristy eat Ramiele's head."

If I hadn't seen it live, I would not have believed it.

Idol Downgrade: Cheezy group numbers.

Idol Up-grade: Gravity and Jesus.

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I remember when I met Dolly Parton 16 years ago. I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar. Okay, not really, it was a restaurant in a hotel. (I was having a "Human League" moment.)

Dolly Parton came to town to perform at Country Jam. They allowed the staff to wait for her in the hallway as they snuck her out the service entrance in the back of the hotel. Her people said we could say "hi," but we couldn't approach her or take pictures of her.

I wasn't a fan, per sé, but I was excited see someone famous in real life. When the elevator door opened I was surprised at how little she was, except for her... well you know.

That day I understood what the words "star struck" meant. I was so filled with emotion and excitement I yelled out,

"I love you, Dolly!"

I don't know where that came from, but in that moment, I really meant it.

Dolly was so kind, she said,

"Well, I love you, too."

Fast forward to tonight, I was only lukewarm on the performances. At least no one sang "Islands in the Stream." Have you ever heard the joke, "What do you call Dolly Parton doing the backstroke?"

Brooke was good. She should have sang the song "Creepin' In" as sung by Nora Jones and Dolly.
David Cook got a good haircut.
Ramiele is going to be in the bottom three. This song could have been good if it was sung on a Corrine Bailey tip. They should have taken out the country instrumentation. I'm right about this, people.
Jason Castro was so cute, I can't help but smile back at him when he sings.
David Archuleta is back on his game. He should have taken the jacket off, I have a feeling that was a nice sweater underneath there. I didn't see any lip licking. I could be wrong. I have been wrong before. It must be hard for him to find songs that don't talk about secks.
Kristy Leigh, sometimes being beautiful is enough.
Syesha, Syesha. I don't care how good you think you are, nobody can do it better than Whitney or Celine or Mariah. Their songs should just be off limits.
Michael Johns needed to ditch the scarf. And that was a dirty, dirty song he sang. He made this old lady blush. Shame on him!