Ryan predicts devastation for whoever comes in third tonight. He says that historically this has been true. I wish I could remember anything about any of the other third place contestants from other seasons. Tonight we all know it will be Syesha, based on the fact that Randy told her last night she was #3. Ryan then reminds us that the judges will be there to salve the wounds. Paula's boobs erupt over her deep v-neck dress in an enthusiastic wave, as her back drips out over the back. Salve. Precious salve.

The contestants sing "Ain't No Stopping Us Now" and execute a dance routine that reminds me of the kiddie jazz class at my kids' dance school. Median age 9. David Cook looks like a David Cook robot. Syesha is wearing white tennis shoes. Archuleta looks like he's been recently beaten with sticks. Ford reminds us how safe their cars are and how high-tech their designers are. When the commercial is over, I immediately forget that the safe company is Ford. I think it might be Velveeta or Target.

Ryan claims that the votes this year are closer! than! ever! It is the closest vote yet!!! Fifty six billion people voted! Don't believe the rumors, people! This show is on fire.

Next we suffer through the video recap of last night. Nothing more predictable, nothing more loathesome, nothing more boring. I'll tell you what -- Syesha looks like a really nice person. She has a beautiful voice and a lot of pizzazz. Cook is an insufferable, white, puckered breast. Archuleta is a frightening manchild whose puppet strings are nearly visible in HD. I'm almost sure Syesha is going home.

WAIT! HERE COMES FANTASTIA ON COCAINE! She has red hair, several extra butts, and a sequinned pantsuit! Fantasia is the only Idol finalist I have ever loved, and now I remember why. She is omg farking crazy. She's doing speed-farked, funked up, psycho-disco. Unbelievably uncomfortable. At one point, we cut to Simon Cowell's face and he's registering complete horror and disbelief. Ryan interviews her, revealing that she has gold braces? Or is wearing a small strip of orange peel instead of top teeth? At the end of the interview they pretend to make out. Fantasia is very sweaty. Wow. NOW THAT IS LIFE PEOPLE. Take a memo, Archuleta. Breathing means in and out, in and out. Blood goes out to the cells, back to the lungs for more oxygen. SEE? LIVELY-LIKE. Ya little dim-bulb.

Ryan calls Archuleta to the stage. He's wearing a Members Only type jacket.

ARCHULETA HOME TRIP: In Utah, cheerleaders hug David. A newscaster asks him, "Does it feel like it's been a long trip to this point?" David reveals, "It feels like a lot has happened." Everywehre he goes in his home town, girls are screaming. Seriously, during this whole segment, there are screaming teenagers. They go to like THE MALL and stuff, and there are like many teenage girls in hoodies! Yeah, I'm pretty sure this little weeping boil is going to win. He wipes away the tears with his stumpy little dwarf digits and says, "GOSH!" He didn't mean to cry, he explains, but "Gosh." Again and again with the "Gosh." A man whose mustaches could pick his neighbors' noses declares today David Archuleta Day and the manchild sings "Imagine" again. All the way through the trip his tiny taut mother and his looming, edgy father hover over him like trainers around a fancy dog that has learned how to open mail.

Back on stage, he says "Gosh!" again, and Ryan reassures him: It's alright to show emotion. You know what David? Really it's not. Not alright. You know what he's kind of like? He's like a nervous, emasculated Jerry Mather on Leave it to Beaver. With all the gosh and awww gee and wowzer, you could almost see him in a plaid button-down shirt and belted flat-front pants. But... I'm sorry to say that even the Beav is more masculine than our Archie. Sorry.

SYESHA MERCADO'S HOME TRIP: Syesha is not followed by screaming girls, but she does have a police escort. With good reason: Someone hands her a baby as she's saying "I can't I can't I can't." Syesha's crowds are weird. Then she goes home and her father reveals that he has struggled with drugs and alcohol, but this has given him a reason to stay clean. And a purpose. Wow, way to lay your shit on your daughter. At her old high school, Syesha imparts this wisdom: Dreams do come true, so make it happen. Then she goes up in a helicopter and meets the mayor of Sarasota, an elderly woman in purple pants, who does a handstand for Syesha. Back in the limo Syesha delivers an actual moment of true emotion -- crying and clutching a Sarasota snow globe she says she is living her dream. A NICE GIRL. I HOPE SHE DOES WELL.

DAVID COOK'S HOME VISIT: In Kansas City, MO, a newscaster says "WE ARE ON COOK LOOK LIVE!" Then he lets DC do the weather. A crying blonde wants him to win so bad! Lots of people in the crowd at his outdoor show have AC/DC insignia, and have written on their palms. Someone raises a white cut-out of an electric guitar with DC on it. DC is the tool master! Then he takes a trip to his old elementar school where he surprises his elementary school music teacher who is sitting there waiting on stage in a crowded gymnasium with a "David Cook is My Idol!" t-shirt on. She was totally shocked. No, but, that was kind of nice. Then he has a parade, a ball game, and more. Lots of peopel scream and wave golden pom pons and DC sheds a few manly tears. PEH. I'm sure everyone decent and good will point out that he took his brother along everywhere he went, and that was probably a decent and good thing to do, but I will not forget the ironic banker vests and pink ties.

Results after the commercials! Fast forward omg fast forward!!!!!!

We're back. Randy tells the final three they did a good job, they should be proud. Paula says, "You're all standing in a path that's reserved for nothing but great things to come!" Simon says he likes these three. He predicts a real humdinger next week.

In the finals: David (gosh! gosh! oh my gosh!) and David (grim smile)

"We say goodbye to Syesha tonight." She looks unsurprised. A tiny bit annoyed maybe, but in no way surprised. So next week, David vs. David. May the best lip-quiver win.

Labels: american idol, recap, television, top three