Wea culpa.

Imagine our surprise when, after hunkering down with a gallon of Edy's Slow Churned butter pecan and a veggie mary, we find that our DVR hasn't even recorded "American Idol." It's true—we were mighty displeased with the two-hour length of Tuesday night's installment, but we certainly aren't thrilled with a zero-hour episode, either. Sheesh! Alas, we have no idea what happened on last night's episode, which is probably a good thing, but still.

To add insult to ice cream, we turned on the "Project Runway" finale, which we were not looking forward to, only to experience an hour of the finest television we have seen in a while. So fine, that we'll be back in a while with a detailed description of our thoughts. In fact, it may have been the best episode of the season.

OK, gods of television, we have learned our reality TV lesson. We never again will complain about overlong talent shows or seemingly inferior reunion shows.

In the meanstimes, to make up for our "Idol" wandering, here's something for the girls and gays, and here's something for the boys and lezzes...

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