Dave on Demand: A Lollapalooza week: The Royals, bin Laden, and Tyler

What a must-see week we've had. Big-ticket events, breaking news, rock-star memoirs. It's been like TV's Lollapalooza festival.

First, there was the royal wedding. I thought this was the rare sequel that was better than the original. I liked the new cast, and the music was much better this time around. And I loved that final flourish, when the happy couple unexpectedly circled the throng in that tiny clown convertible. It put an absurdist accent on the whole extravaganza.

Before our hearts could return to resting rhythm, the president broke into prime time on Sunday to announce that a squad of Navy SEALs had assaulted a compound in Pakistan and killed Osama bin Laden.

The medium shifted into hyperdrive as soon as the story broke. But not everyone was happy with this development. One viewer wrote to ABC to complain that the president's address preempted the conclusion of Brothers and Sisters. "Couldn't this have waited 15 minutes?" she inquired.

Both events wreaked havoc on Steven Tyler's massive promotional campaign in support of his new memoir, Does the Noise in My Head Bother You?

You couldn't turn on a TV or open up a magazine this week without stumbling on an interview with the Aerosmith front man. Since you asked, Steven, yeah, your noise is really beginning to get annoying.

But the antics of the 63-year-old wild man led to a funny punch line in Conan's Wednesday monologue: "Now that Osama bin Laden's dead, we can go back to talking about American Idol. In his new book, Steven Tyler said he spent $20 million on drugs - $5 million on cocaine and $15 million on arthritis medication."

In harmony. This week there were a number of similarities between Glee and American Idol.

Both shows hit musical high points for the season thanks to smart song selection. Fleetwood Mac for the choir kids at McKinley. Montgomery Gentry for Scotty McCreery on Idol.

And in each case, shedding a few tears proved the best way to become the center of attention.

When James Durbin broke down singing "Without You" (Harry Nilsson schmaltz will do that to a guy), Randy Jackson consoled him by bestowing the Idol crown on him then and there. I think that means we can dispense with the competition and just show commercials for the next month until James is officially crowned.

When Sam blubbered on Glee, suddenly people were showering him with gifts. He even got a few lines of dialogue for once. How lucky can a guy get?

Finally, there was a fashion link. Sue fully committed to a David Bowie look on Glee, while Steven Tyler pillaged Davy Jones' locker on Idol.

What a stretch! Before his guest role on Law & Order: Special Victims Unit this week, John Stamos claimed that playing an inveterate womanizer was "really the farthest thing I've ever done on TV and movies from who I am."

Really? Given your reputation as a Hollywood swordsman, John, it struck us more as typecasting.

Make it stop! The most aggravating and ubiquitous thing on television at the moment is the McDonald's commercial with the girl spewing out pet names for her guy.

It seems to come on during every commercial break in the NHL and NBA postseason games. And it's excruciating every time.

The spot begins with that Stepford girlfriend who addresses her man as "Mr. Snuggles" in her anything-but-endearing baby voice.

In a series of quick cuts, we then witness her calling him by a variety of cloying nicknames, capped off with "Chipmunk."

It's cruel and inhuman how this commercial bores into your head. Mr. Snuggles must die!