On the upside, this means Dancing With The Stars is done for another season.

Last night, the bubble-gum popping reached new decibels as Donny Osmond was crowned king of the dance floor, winning the 9th season of DWTS.

I don’t know what it is about this show that attracts people, but there is clearly something addictive about it. Perhaps we are caught up in the lights shining off the mirror ball. Perhaps its the NASCAR effect, and we want to see the celebrities fall hard on their face.

Whatever it is, I don’t want to think about reality talent shows anymore.

What’s that? American Idol starts in six weeks?!?!

Hey Doc? You think you can prescribe something stronger to completely numb me up?