American Idol winners are like mini-Terminators. You think the market has killed them, but when you look back, all the molten metal has pooled back into a new, more deadly singer. Case in point? The lead news item on Yahoo! today is that Clay Aiken has a "new look." I would mock them for wasting bandwidth on it, but I'm kind of doing the Exact Same Thing (while adopting a morally superior tone, natch).

In an unrelated note, why can't I look at Clay Aiken's photo without thinking, "Tomorrow, on the next Ellen":