In case you don't share my passion for badly sung standards and show tunes...

Here is a link to the segment of the Idol finale last night were Clay Aiken does a surprise duet with his biggest fan, a hapless audition rejectee who can't sing but does anyway, bless his heart. Watching the elation register on this guy's face as he gets to sing with his idol is like mainlining human emotion, and it is the reason this show exists. You might think it exists to make fun of people like him, but I don't think that's exactly what's going on.

Now to paint my toe nails Fearless Fuschia.