Tom and Katie are still married…and happy.

Rhode Island mandates domestic violence education in schools.

Sarah Palin damns us all to hell. See ya there!

Lakisha Jones (from American Idol) got married…and everyone is really excited.

Leo can’t be anything but sexy.

No more sexy time for Brad and Angelina.

God, we wish we worked at airport security right about now.

Women don’t let this recession get in our way of beauty!

Justin Bobby and LC? NO WAY!

Happy (sorta) Birthday, Miley Cyrus!

Do you experience drunk-o-vision?

Amy Winehouse’s nose says, “I QUIT!”

Ashley Simpson and Pete Wentz (fashion) emergency.

Did Joe Biden have a little work done? (We knew it!)

Things I pondered after the show: Who in God’s name let Blake walk out onstage in that shirt? The faux-tuxedo T-shirt thing is like what your embarrassing uncle wears to be funny. Not only would I never allow anyone I know walk out of the house (or possibly even around the living room) in one of those, but I would fire the stylist on the show for letting it happen.

Next—how many years do you need to be on air before you don’t screw up the sound, Idol crew? When the Barry Gibb medley started off you couldn’t hear anyone at all, then you could only hear Melinda, then they all just sounded really bad. Which was not necessarily the sound crew’s fault. I repeat—Worst. Idol. Ever.

Moving swiftly along to Pink being there. Even though she wasn’t there cause that song was recorded for the Idol Gives Back show. Anywho…song was OK, although I do think Pink has an amazing voice. But can I just say girl looked H.O.T. in that dress. Her body is bangin’! She’s always trucking around with her husband, sometimes looking like her thighs could suffocate you in a matter of seconds, but daaaaaamn. She looked good.

Last, but certainly not least—holy-Barry-Gibb-nipple action, Batman! I was scared. They took center stage through his not so good, nobody-really-cares-that-you-can-still-sorta-sing performance. He looks like a nice guy, but I saw way too much of him last night. Keep that at home for the wife, Mr. Gibb.

There’s debate among my crazy Idol pool about who’s going out next. We all think the finals should be Jordin and Melinda, but we wonder if Ms. Doolittle will get aced out because of Blake’s teenage fan club. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.

Here’s to hoping next week is better. If it’s not—I vow to not watch another season ever again.

Who do you think is gettin voted off next?