I have a few things I'd like to rant about today, if you don't mind, and I know you don't.
1. Why the FUCK is Santino-the-Spawn-of-Satan STILL on Project Runway? Is he THAT good for ratings? He can't possibly be. I loathe him. The other designers loathe him. Tim fucking Gunn loathes him (and disses the producers in his blog cast this week, saying about the Evil One that he's only there because his "angels" come in and protect him every week).
But no. His greasy, assface is still torturing my tv. He made a catsuit that made a long, lean woman look short and lumpy. The sleeve fell off on the runway, people!! OFF!!! And still he's in the top four.
The highlight of the night, for me at least, was seeing the preview of next week's show where that overly-egotistical fathead Jay tells him "I hope you're canned."
Amen and hand to sky, sister. And not soon enough. They got rid of lovey Uncle Nick, the sweetiepie. (Who, although he was auf'ed wearing pink, was not auf'ed wearing a bead-dazzled hot pink leotard, like poor Emmett.)
2. Why should I believe that the US really foiled a plot by terrorists to fly an airplane into the tallest building in LA, when that story is being told by the biggest liar ever to sit in power? Huh? And, oh yeah, that happened four years ago. Uh-huh. Yeah. Sure. Right. Whatever. Didn't think to mention it earlier, did you?
3. Scooter Libby is saying that "higher ups" in the White House told him to leak classified materials to the press. Is that why we are hearing the story about the Day the White House Saved LA? To make it above the fold, and leave poor Scooter and his dirty plea bargaining buried in the back pages?
4. Of course, there is the little matter of our poor female reporter, sending out her pitiful little pleas to be saved by those same ass-hats. But, what the fuck, huh? You takes the job, you takes your chances. Ask old Bob Woodward, right?
5. There is no excuse for this. None. If it's so cold that you need to wear socks, then wear a pair of shoes. Period. Real shoes, not flipflops. How hard is that? And, PS, a cardigan sweater is designed to button up the front, not hang open in the back, and it would keep you warmer that way, too.
1. Why the FUCK is Santino-the-Spawn-of-Satan STILL on Project Runway? Is he THAT good for ratings? He can't possibly be. I loathe him. The other designers loathe him. Tim fucking Gunn loathes him (and disses the producers in his blog cast this week, saying about the Evil One that he's only there because his "angels" come in and protect him every week).
But no. His greasy, assface is still torturing my tv. He made a catsuit that made a long, lean woman look short and lumpy. The sleeve fell off on the runway, people!! OFF!!! And still he's in the top four.
The highlight of the night, for me at least, was seeing the preview of next week's show where that overly-egotistical fathead Jay tells him "I hope you're canned."
Amen and hand to sky, sister. And not soon enough. They got rid of lovey Uncle Nick, the sweetiepie. (Who, although he was auf'ed wearing pink, was not auf'ed wearing a bead-dazzled hot pink leotard, like poor Emmett.)
2. Why should I believe that the US really foiled a plot by terrorists to fly an airplane into the tallest building in LA, when that story is being told by the biggest liar ever to sit in power? Huh? And, oh yeah, that happened four years ago. Uh-huh. Yeah. Sure. Right. Whatever. Didn't think to mention it earlier, did you?
3. Scooter Libby is saying that "higher ups" in the White House told him to leak classified materials to the press. Is that why we are hearing the story about the Day the White House Saved LA? To make it above the fold, and leave poor Scooter and his dirty plea bargaining buried in the back pages?
4. Of course, there is the little matter of our poor female reporter, sending out her pitiful little pleas to be saved by those same ass-hats. But, what the fuck, huh? You takes the job, you takes your chances. Ask old Bob Woodward, right?
5. There is no excuse for this. None. If it's so cold that you need to wear socks, then wear a pair of shoes. Period. Real shoes, not flipflops. How hard is that? And, PS, a cardigan sweater is designed to button up the front, not hang open in the back, and it would keep you warmer that way, too.