Aaron Carter felt the cooling winds of the “Dancing with the Stars” voters Tuesday night and was booted. He didn’t cry, either, which showed some growth.
Sabrina Bryan turned up for her redo dance and, surprise, surprise, she found the “Eye of the Tiger” with old flame Mark Ballas (didn’t I call that earlier?). They wore some ghastly tiger outfits and had a few moves that bordered on rude.
But the dance Chelsea and Tony did to Susan Boyle’s “I Dreamed a Dream” was stirring. She moved like a scarf; he floated across the stage. It was pretty magical — and Boyle was, too.
Earlier, Michael Buble sang up a storm but why does Tom Bergeron feel compelled to sell the network’s web site every time a song is sung? Is the ABC Music Lounge the network’s way of competing with iTunes?
And, BTW, did you notice Maks and Karina — formerly engaged — back together?
Jane Seymour was in the house and Kelly Osbourne survived another week.
That means Ozzy and Sharon will be back next week.

The final four: One model, one singer, one Osbourne and one Osmond.
Oh, oh, O, O

We’re down to five finalists. That means the heat is on.
Sizing up the competition:
Mya: Solid dancer; good throughout the season; guaranteed a spot in the finals.
Joanna Krupa: She’s got Derek Hough, the secret weapon. He choreographs well and showcases her to good effect, even when she’s not all that. Their futuristic number Monday night was an Emmy-possible piece of work. Give her an edge.
Aaron Carter: Best of the rest, he has shown growth throughout the season. He’s still a little jerk and now he’s trying to cob some of Donny Osmond’s mugging. Yuck.
That leaves two family faves — Kelly Osbourne and Donny Osmond.
Both are vulnerable.
Kelly keeps getting rehab-like props, even though she was a little clumsy Monday. Donny really hit the bottom with his Adam Ant impression. It was dreadful, topped only by his bad costume.
That puts those two at risk.
Aaron could still be dumped but his departure would be predicated on his dink-atude, not his ability.
Donny has too many fans to lose at this point, so I’m betting Kelly if it’s not Aaron.

Final two: Mya and Joanna.
Winner: Mya.
Wednesday night? Susan Boyle sings on the show. Oh, dear. Will she dance, too?
And why, oh why, is La Toya still hanging around?

OK, I didn’t win.
There. Are you happy?
Tim and Ronnie were the big losers.
Good for them.
I mean, I’m really happy for them. Double-digit weight loss and all. Big deal, right?
No. I’m not a sore loser. (Oh, wait a minute. Maybe, I am. My legs still hurt.)
No. “Desperate Measures” ended well for me. I lost five pounds (and gained five and lost another 10), lowered my blood pressure, lowered my body fat, increased my flexibility and my muscle mass, learned how to do stupid sit-ups (with your arms crossed, no less — and I managed 12 in a minute) and realized I can actually fit into most of the pants in my closet now.
The program, for me, was an astounding success. I had fun losing weight (can you believe that?), I got to know some great people even better and I realized I didn’t need fast food seven days a week.
I’m eating better, sleeping better and feeling guilty if I don’t work out once a day.
Ronnie Lee and Tony Michaels topped the leader board. My partner, Amy Hynds, was the top female “loser.”
And everyone in the competition made great gains in all areas of fitness. Six weeks ago, we couldn’t have said that.
Now, most of us are looking to re-up for another six weeks. We figure we can drop more weight, make it through those crucial holiday months and look great for New Year’s Eve.
Success? You bet. We have the Y to thank for that.
Angela and Melissa put up with a lot of complaining (largely from me) and produced big results.
If you need the jumpstart, give ‘em a call and tell ‘em Bruce sent you.
You’ll be glad you did — particularly when you fit into last year’s Christmas outfit.
Now, about that M&M drawer in my kitchen.
Got any ideas?

If you’re a “Glee” fan and you were going through withdrawal this week, take heart. Next week’s episode “Wheels” is about as good as it gets. Artie (Kevin McHale, the kid in the wheelchair) feels left out of the group because he has to travel separately to sectionals. The team, however, decides to see what it’s like in his wheels. They each spend three hours a day in a chair and, sure enough, get a sense of his world. As the topper, they perform “Proud Mary” in the chairs and the number more than rolls on the river.
Also, Kurt (Chris Colfer) and Rachel (Lea Michele) are determined to sing “Defying Gravity” from “Wicked.” They have a diva-off and, yup, they’re both good.
And then? You also get some insight into the family life of Sue Sylvester (Jane Lynch). She softens considerably and when you see why you’ll never look at her the same way again.
The episode, written by producer Ryan Murphy, is so good it should be must-see-TV in high schools.
So, set the DVR, next week, you gotta get your “Gleek” on. It’s that good.

Bruce Miller previews “The Men Who Stare at Goats,” “Fourth Kind,” “The Box” and “A Christmas Carol” in this week’s Movies in a Minute.

Michael Irvin and Mark Dacascos are toast, which means we’re getting down to the nitty gritty. That’s good because it’s hard to watch them play those reindeer games with the lights while the dancers pretend to look nervous. I’m betting they let them know in advance who’s leaving.
Aaron Carter was in the bottom three and didn’t deserve to be. Still, he has an attitude that doesn’t wear well. He also has a couple of scars (one on his nose bridge, the other on his lip) that suggests he got in some kind of knife fight (ooooh, dangerous). He can dance all right, but he just needs to quit with the faux humility.
Mya could be challenged by Carter, Donny Osmond or Joanna Krupa. Kelly Osbourne seems the most likely to go next. Osmond could stumble, too, but you can see he just wants to finish higher than his sister.

“Show business icon Donny Osmond.”
What in the world does that mean? When Tom Bergeron introduced Osmond with that rather lofty title Monday night, I wondered if “Flashforward” had caused me to miss something.
I think it’s just a writer’s way of saying, “We don’t have anyone who’s working on anything these days.”
That said, the ICON didn’t do badly, but neither did most of the participants. Monday night, it looked like the Iron Chef guy and Michael Irvin would be cut. Kelly Osbourne wasn’t as great as the judges said, but she seems to have enough fans to keep her in a few more weeks.
Mark Dacascos, the Iron Chef guy, wasn’t dreadful but he didn’t have much rehearsal with his fill-in partner, causing him to come up short. Irvin played the “coach” card and Aaron Carter tried to soften his reputation as the show’s dink.
Still, all of the dancers were pretty fun to watch in their group numbers. They had plenty of drama and some fairly sweet moves.
Derek Hough could be headed for a second Disco Ball trophy, considering his partner Joanna Krupa knows how to take risks. Mya pulled back a bit, hurting her chances for a hands-down win and the judges were so outrageous someone should tell them they’re not the show’s stars, no matter how lame the “real” stars are.
Len Goodman, the cranky judge, had the night’s best line: “I was tempted to dust off me 10 paddle.” If you think about it, it could have hidden meaning.
Best dancers Monday night: Joanna and Derek.
Going home: Michael and Mark.
Biggest show business icon: Wasn’t La Toya Jackson in the audience? (Seriously, what is she doing there week after week? Do we have to see her next spring?)

The March of Dimes held its sixth annual Signature Chefs Auction Thursday night and the food was incredible. Eight restaurants/catering firms offered a range of selections. My plate was heaping so I latched on to the perfect buffet line technique — eat while visiting the stations.
My favorite entree? An au gratin potato dish that included sweet potatoes, cheese, regular potatoes, more cheese and some crumbly mixture (note my culinary description) that told you immediately they were packed with calories. They were created by Distinctive Gourmet and, if Chef Al Clark will share the recipe, I’ll pass it along. Trust me, they were to die for.
Gourmet A Go-Go impressed with baby back ribs, Minerva’s wowed with tiramisu, Briar Cliff University offered up stuffed dates (no, really, they were amazing), Raspberry’s had to-die-for desserts, Bev’s served up a smokin’ Cajun Bar B Que and Luciano’s stood out with Penne Russo, a signature dish.
Those, mind you, were just MY faves. Throw in dozens of other main dishes, appetizers and desserts and you’ll understand why I (and several others) waddled out of the Convention Center.
The People’s Choice Award? That went to Distinctive Gourmet, which also had a pretty nifty stage setting.
More important? The event benefited the March of Dimes.
Great food. An even better cause.
You shoulda been there.

Weigh-in: One more pound lost.
Workout: One more friend gained.
Fitting old pants: Priceless.

We’re heading toward the end of the “Desperate Measures” program and I’m starting to see results. I know this because a woman stopped me at Hy Vee and said she could see my cheekbones. I didn’t have the heart to ask her which cheeks. I also felt guilty enough to avoid the candy aisle and head over to, gulp, bananaland.
I know the next weeks are going to be difficult. My kitchen remodeling project is almost done and I’m going to start filling my refrigerator with food. Interestingly, food that’s good for you needs refrigeration. Food I love can sit out in bags for months. So, I’m going to try and find food that needs refrigeration. I have an M&M drawer in the new kitchen (no kidding — it was the first thing I wanted) and now I’ve got to think of alternatives for a drawer with a glass front that was designed to hold candy. Don’t even suggest a vegetable drawer.
My fellow “DMers” are making great strides. They look thinner, they complete the exercises and they actually appear to be having fun. Interestingly, I’m still the big whiner. I didn’t lose that. But I did realize if you ask a trainer to “show” you how to do an exercise, you eat up time that could have been spent doing the exercise yourself.
I also learned:
1. I still can’t do situps with my arms crossed.
2. I could have the beginnings of buns of steel. I’m feeling plenty of pain in my “glutes” and I actually think my big butt is smaller than it once was. (I once told that to my sister and she said, “Look behind you. It’s still there.”)
3. There are machines that I swear no one but Desperate Measures people use. There’s one that makes you move like a horse and two that flex muscles I don’t think should be flexed. There’s also one that’s ideal for football players but I never see football players on it.
4. Do people who exercise hurt all the time? If that’s the case, I am now a person who exercises.
5. I don’t think I could have been loyal to the program without the bonding that comes from being with other people in the same situation.

During our last group outing, a Y official (and I’m not naming names, Abigayle) shot footage of us working out. If this turns up somewhere and it’s not favorable to me, just know I was unable to hear the trainers’ commands. If I do look like I know what I’m doing, consider it good editing. I wanted final cut (like Tom Cruise gets) but no one was buying.

Next week: The final weigh-in. OMG.

Bruce Miller reviews this week’s new films.