Don’t cry for Sanjaya. He can’t carry a tune in a bucket, so his 15 minutes of fame were just weird for about the last 14:59. But just as weird is the sense of relief I felt on seeing that he was voted off Idol tonight. That must be some systemic love of ambient Justice, because really I couldn’t care less. I never watch the show, and I don’t care if the Great Unwashed vote for a crow cawing on top of an outhouse. But I do feel better. Guys who can’t sing — like Sanjaya, and like me — really ought to be content doing something quietly. And try not to look like a giant mutant cockatoo in the process.