+ Choreographed Dancing – No contestant has ever really gone on to have a fully blown dance track, so I don’t understand why all these groups insist on making big choreographed numbers.

+ The handful of Gag Contestants survive – Maybe it was just last season that was off, but I still don’t understand how Bikini girl made it through, luckily she caused so much drama during Hollywood week that it was bearable. But how did Nick Mitchell / “Norman Gentle” make it through, I will never know. Oddly, they didn’t show much of Tatiana in her group performance either (or at least I don’t remember it) so I assume she can actually work with others. I’m digressing aren’t I?

+ The unnecessary drama – Lack of sleep causes stress, and then apparently everyone reverts back to their stereotypes. The gays bitch, the stereotypical Black women bitch, the bitchy blonde white chicks bitch, the Latinos bitch, and the rest just cry. Somewhere Tyra Banks is sucking up their souls.

Either way, I will definitely be watching tonight in hopes of a train wreck. There will definitely be tears.

Products seen on television for me are hit and miss. First, a kind of miss. I purchased a Snuggie for Eric (I am disappointed that leopard print didn’t exist at that point, because that would have been funnier) and although the Snuggie kind of worked, it was mostly a gag gift. In all truths the Snuggie was a robe you put on backwards. And it had the worst static electricity associated with it. It could have been the fact that it hasn’t been washed yet, but fear kicked in that the item would shrink.

(Don’t even get me started on that Dog Snuggie thing.)

Going to the hit side, I recently helped Eric’s cousin move from one apartment to another. She had to clean or else she would have been fined some obscure amount just for a chink on the wall or a messy carpet. She pulled out the OxyClean. She scooped some of the powder, mixed it with a little bit of water and started scrubbing the walls and carpet. In a few minutes the “gross” went from the walls to the paper towel. I was almost shocked that the thing worked. I have placed OxyClean on my list of things to buy the next time I’m at the supermarket. I’m now convinced that it may actually brighten my whites without bleach.

I guess in the end Billy Mayes would only put his stamp of approval on anything that he himself believed in. It makes me less nervous about the products that Billy and Sully put their stamp of approval on, but it makes me more nervous about that other guy. You know: the one who beat up prostitutes. (Wiki Vince Shlomi if you’re ever bored.)