It is decided...

Warning: Another American Idol post.

And so we have it, the final twelve. Aloha should be there instead of Lindsey but otherwise that's about right.

After this week's performances I wanted to see these four banished for good: atonal Usher-wannabe Travis, soul-free Amanda (River Deep, Mountain High, Amanda Bad), deer in headlights Janay and odious "rocker" Constantine.

At least I got three out of the four.

I knew Constantine was probably safe (even after massacring "Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic," Randy calling his performance "in tune" was Monday's comic highlight). I thought Scott might be doomed instead but he managed to beat out the uneven, and rather dull, Nikko (who clearly would've been eliminated within two weeks anyway).

So now we'll finally get to see the guys go up against the girls, find out exactly how big Constantine's frightening fan base really is and see if Mario Vazquez can ever give a remotely interesting performance or if he really is just Justin Guarini minus some Muppet DNA. Hey, it could happen. Anthony surprised me with that shockingly competent uptempo Marc Anthony (his idol) performance. Anything's possible.

And Carrie better step it up, at this rate she's going to lose out last-white-girl-standing status to Jessica who has some serious Kimberley Locke-style underdog potential.

Barring any major disasters Lindsey will be first to go next week. I can already hear the judges now... "That just wasn't good enough. This is the real competition now."

Aloha.