Something fine in me has died.

Here's how bad it's gotten: Paula had a gig last night, and before she left, she called me to make sure that I had her cellphone number so I could let her know who got the boot as soon as it happened. And the thing is, I know she would have done the same thing for me.

That's the way it's going down, yo. That's how hardcore we are.

Anyone else feeling a slight pang of disappointment, even though all is as it should be at this moment? The people who are the most deserving of the Final Three spots are in place. The planets are in alignment, and -- yea, verily -- it's all good, dawg. But yet, without someone to be truly outraged by -- without the warbling Carmens and the bolt-necked Joshes and the not-quite-felonious Coreys -- I feel like something fine and true and snarky in me has died.

Discuss.

-Lisa