Here's the thing. I'm going to keep comments disabled for a few more days, because I don't want my blog hijacked with a bunch of people trying to convince me that every Clay fan is sane and/or I'm evil. The fact that I used to be an active part of the Clay Aiken fandom* doesn't change my opinion that several people at "The Clackhouse" have a pathological obsession with him. And I'd have that same opinion even if there hadn't been a little tiff between the non-venerating board and their intense board, about eighteen months ago, that I hadn't dwelled on for about seventeen and a half months. And I'd have that same opinion of posters on other Clay message boards, not just the one I mentioned, if someone emailed their particularly nutty posts to me or sent me an IM when people there were saying jaw-dropping things. (Which reminds me, I think there's a scary Photoshop of a 'shelf of hands' around here someplace. Maybe I'll talk about that one day.)

While I don't like to hurt people, I also have a problem internalizing my thoughts about people/things/ideas/situations that make me go, "Are you KIDDING me?" It may be a character flaw, but it also means that I'm not at all fake - if I act as if I like you, then it means that I do. I have a hard time putting up a front. (Unless I have to in order to avoid being disrespectful, of course.) That's the main reason I have a blog in the first place - when I found out what a blog was, I was like, "A place where I get to talk about stuff that bugs me? And like-minded people can interact with me? And I can make it all pretty and pink? Got to get me one of those!"

So, I'll post my thoughts on tonight's American Idol when I get a chance to watch it - I had a lot of stuff to do at the lab and I was busy tutoring micro students earlier in the day (I mean students taking microbiology, not pocket-sized students who are small and wee. Although those would be really fun to tutor, wouldn't they? I could put them on my notes as paperweights, or use them as bookmarks or doorstops or something.) And I want to enable comments because I like the interaction from my regular readers and the occasional scraggler who took a wrong turn at Albuquerque. I think it's best to give it a day or two though, considering I got more than seven times my normal traffic today (from irate people who weren't doing a very good job ignoring my pathetic, boring, and unfunny self.) Incidentally, being referred to as "not funny" doesn't mean much when it's coming from someone whose sense of humor has flatlined - it's like Ashton Kutcher insulting my intelligence, or Pauler Abdul calling me inarticulate.

If you're a Clay fan and your sanity is in check, then I wasn't talking about you. And if you've never read a post on a Clay Aiken message board (the message board on which you post, even) that made your jaw drop, then I'm not talking about anyone you "know". So don't be upset. And, if I bore you, then just don't read what I write. Or, you could go to your super-secret members-only area of your message board that I can't see, and talk about what a meanie I am and that I'm just jealous of your unbelieveable creativity. Because that's probably why I think some of you are certifiable. Or it could be that I'm jealous of the fact that you have 20 spare hours a day to devote to furthering Clay Aiken's career and analyzing his nose hair or whatever. If I think it's not normal to spend thousands of dollars to fly all over the country to see the same concert fifteen times, it must be because there's something wrong with ME. It reminds me of that episode that Britney Spears had a couple of weeks back, when the media reported Mr. Britney's escapades in Vegas, and she said the reporters were just mad because they were overweight with misbehaving kids. Okay.

*Thankfully, I was snapped back to reality after four months, before I robbed important people and things in my life of any more time. I deeply regret the time I wasted and stupid things that I said while I was caught up in the group mentality, but I did meet several great people that I still keep in touch with. And I'm glad for that.