I was so happy red-haired American Idol boy John Stevens got through. I liked from his first audition and while I don't think he'll end up as the winner, he definitely has a music career ahead of him. He is so young.

I was surprised he got the highest vote count for the night, and I was almost tempted to call in and vote for him myself. He's got such a great voice, and his style is so different than what's on popular radio right now.

I know there are many people out there in America who want to be able to buy the kind of music that a singer like John Stevens might sing. There's a ton of people out there who hate rap and hip hop, and like music like Norah Jones. Someone on the American Idol chat boards said that perhaps Simon Cowell was thinking that John Stevens could be "the male Norah Jones." I remember even reading a interview with Simon Cowell where he said that the public was ready for singers like Clay Aiken from last year's show. Perhaps John Stevens is this year's "Clay Aiken".

John Stevens is just so amazingly adorable!

So I'm heading up to my corporate office in Sacramento next week to train some already overworked guy on how to do my job. I'm going to try and train this guy in two days on what I've been doing for the last four years. Whatever.

I feel bad for him because I was supposed to take some work off of his schedule, and now he's going to have to learn my job. They probably won't pay him any extra money either.

This is spooky. Here's my horoscope for today.

Have you ever seen one of those speeded-up films showing a flower opening? Such movement is taking place all around us. We fool ourselves into thinking that our situations are static. We imagine nothing will ever alter. For good or for bad, we have got what we have got, or so we figure. Thus, change, even the inevitable, takes us by surprise. The change you are going through, has been a long time coming. Finally, though, it is starting to happen in a big way.

I've been renting the HBO series "Band of Brothers", and when I think about what those guys went through I feel ashamed at my own meager suffering. I had this same feeling when I watched Adrien Brody in "The Pianist" last year. I felt ashamed for worrying about getting laid off, when the pianist character had to worry about staying alive.

My film history teacher is your typical political left wing college professor. He was denigrating the actions of the US in World War 2, especially after he'd seen Robert MacNamara in "The Fog of War". MacNamara was the one who ordered the fire bombing of Japan, and my film history teacher was ranting on about that.

And I'm sitting there thinking, okay, the Nazis bombed London, the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, and Robert MacNamara is a bad guy. I'm not about to defend Robert MacNamara, but come on. You can't single him out, and not talk about the Nazi bombings of Europe, the Final Solution and the Holocaust of the Jews, not to mention how many chinese people the Japanese army killed. The Chinese still bear grudges against Japan for those wartime atrocities.

I wouldn't mind that my film history professor was a left wing political radical so much, if he could argue his position logically instead of taking the moral high ground. What, like he doesn't think that the people in the class don't know their world war 2 history as well.

Of course no one in class says anything back to him. Why even bother? It's so not worth it. Why argue with someone who doesn't base his opinions on logic? The film history professor only softened his world war 2 stance when one of the guys in class brought his dad to class. He wouldn't have dared spout that illogical world war 2 anti-US rhetoric against someone who looked like they could have been a young soldier defending the country during the second world war.

Why he does it to us his class is so disrespectful, like we're so uneducated that we couldn't argue his butt into the ground if we felt like it. But it's a night class, who has the energy to argue with a left wing political nut? When he starts his political ranting, people just sit there frozen and no one talks and we pray that he shut up and just start the movie. This is a film history class, and not a platform for him to spout his illogical anti-US drivel.

And I sit there thinking, well, now I know why people don't want to fund public education. He wouldn't be so bad either, if he could just argue his opinions logically and use facts. I could respect him for that, because I would know he respected me enough to make sure his arguments make sense. But he doesn't do that, and he talks to us like we don't know anything about anything. It's kind of like getting an education at the DMV.