A List Of Things Thrown Five Minutes Ago

KNOCK KNOCK. WHO'S THERE? INTERRUPTING VIENNA. STOP INTERRUPTING ME! There's good trainwreck tv -- I'm thinking of the night that Clifford the Crunchy Muppet sang his way out of Idol -- and then there's the kind of trainwreck that makes you wish you didn't own a television and could erase the ugliness from your memories. Last night's Bachelorette was the latter, as James Poniewozik explains. ("It was as fascinating, as tedious and then as get-me-out-of-here awkward as being dragged into the middle of any fight between two strangers.")