Ok. So, I finally watched the Season 5 Project Runway premier. As JZ and I discussed earlier in the day, I am excited again. YAY! Heidi looks amazing...and judging by the length of the two dresses she wore in this first episode, we'll get to see what's underneath soon! Double YAY!
As for the contestants...same people, different season. Kinda yawnable. All except for one. Our dear tanorexic Blayne.
So, last season,Christian Siriano had this thing...whenever he would talk about himself or anything that excited him, he would say, "FIERCE". He said it so much, it became his schtick...and over time, it was kinda cute. He gradually broke the souls of the American public with his fierceness over the entire course of the show. He didn't blow is fierce wad all at once.
Blayne, bless his orange little heart, used "girlicious" like 5 times in the premier episode, even going so far as to actually write it down the leg of his model. (Seriously?! Ick.)
I wonder if Blayne has seen what I consider to be the best Skeezy Coke-han flick, "Mean Girls". There's a scene where Gretchen Weiners is trying desperately to fit in and be cool by saying "That's so fetch" over and over, until finally, Regina George steps in and says, "Give it up! Fetch is never going to catch on!" Gretchen looks crushed, but she knows Regina is right.
Blayne's "girlicious" is like Gretchen's "fetch". You need to give it up, boyfriend. That shit ain't gonna catch on. That's what's up.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Decisions, decisions...
I did not watch the Season 5 Project Runway premier. Instead, I opted to ogle at Will Wingfield the gorgeous dancers on SYTYCD and record Project Runway for viewing when I get around to it. I dunno...this new season of PR...it just feels so....what's the word...contrived. Overdone. Passé. Maybe after watching the first episode, I'll feel differently and be excited to see the designers and all of the overthought, forced challenges. But for now, I am SO happy I chose to tune in to catch this:
This is what SYTYCD calls a "Pas de Deux", or "dance for two". And technically speaking, it is. But traditionally, a pas de deux is meant to be more of a ballet style dance, with three separate phrases to it. Although achingly beautiful, I'm not sure what differentiates this piece from, say, a contemporary number. And I have to think that the producers of the show gave this one to Katee and Will on purpose, because they knew no one else on the show could pull it off. Seriously, could you see Comfort or even Kherington performing this? Talk about a massacre. I bet Nigel and Co. sat down and discussed just who could carry Desmond Richardson's incredibly difficult choreography off and settled on Will and Katee. (as an aside: in college, I used to go to every dance performance that came to Zellerbach Hall...Alvin Ailey Dance Theatre was one of my favorites, and I remember seeing Desmond back in the day. Effortlessly perfect, he was. And still is!)
Anyways, the PR premier is DVR'd and ready to go...should I ever feel like watching. On the other hand, I could watch Katee and Will all day long. =)
(allow the whole thing to load, and then skip to 1:08...thanks kelxk3l!)
This is what SYTYCD calls a "Pas de Deux", or "dance for two". And technically speaking, it is. But traditionally, a pas de deux is meant to be more of a ballet style dance, with three separate phrases to it. Although achingly beautiful, I'm not sure what differentiates this piece from, say, a contemporary number. And I have to think that the producers of the show gave this one to Katee and Will on purpose, because they knew no one else on the show could pull it off. Seriously, could you see Comfort or even Kherington performing this? Talk about a massacre. I bet Nigel and Co. sat down and discussed just who could carry Desmond Richardson's incredibly difficult choreography off and settled on Will and Katee. (as an aside: in college, I used to go to every dance performance that came to Zellerbach Hall...Alvin Ailey Dance Theatre was one of my favorites, and I remember seeing Desmond back in the day. Effortlessly perfect, he was. And still is!)
Anyways, the PR premier is DVR'd and ready to go...should I ever feel like watching. On the other hand, I could watch Katee and Will all day long. =)
Monday, July 14, 2008
Monday = Good day (for once)
Today was a monumental day for yours truly. I realized that, after this month's payments, I will be 100% credit card debt free. Holy moses. This has been a LONG time coming. Almost ten years, to be exact. I will still have my car loan to contend with, but I am thrilled to finally be out of the clutches of the evil credit card companies and their oppressive interest rates. *wipes sweat from brow* Hard work, it was.
Here's the best part: One of my cards had a $1.39 balance remaining. The company (Citi who will remain nameless) was unwilling to waive the small amount. I asked the lady helping me if I could make a payment by phone. She laughed, and told me that certainly, I could...if I wanted to pay a $14.95 charge for doing so. Yeah. I think not. I'll waste a stamp and a check and mail my payment, thank you very much. Still, I had to laugh. They nickel and dime you any damn way they can. Rat bastards.
My new job is still great and I really think I'm starting to get the hang of it. YAY!
I had one hell of a workout today after a long day of sitting. It hurt, but it also felt great. Tomorrow morning may be a different story....
Anyways, it's funny how the rest of the day is just like buttah when you have a good morning. Here's to Tuesday! =)
Here's the best part: One of my cards had a $1.39 balance remaining. The company (
My new job is still great and I really think I'm starting to get the hang of it. YAY!
I had one hell of a workout today after a long day of sitting. It hurt, but it also felt great. Tomorrow morning may be a different story....
Anyways, it's funny how the rest of the day is just like buttah when you have a good morning. Here's to Tuesday! =)
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Hey! Did you know?!
Season 5 of Project Runway premiers on Wednesday of this week, at 9pm, on Bravo. Yeah, I didn't know, either. Had I not been watching my DVR'd episodes of Shear Genius and caught one of Bravo's silly little ads, I might have missed the season all together. Even with the ads, there is very little fanfare for the new season. Designers and drama moments from past seasons were featured, with not one little snippet of any of the new designers. What gives, Bravo?
There's been a fair amount of talk as to why Bravo has chosen to not promote the latest installment as much as previous seasons (or at all, for that matter) and the cool folks at Blogging Project Runway have done an excellent job of wrangling the best conspiracy theories the 'net has to offer into one post. Scandalous, I tell you! (Hi Laura! Hi T-Bone! Hi Scarlett!)
I'm mildly excited about the new season, but there is one GLARING problem. Bravo has chosen to run their flagship reality show an hour earlier this time around. Normally, that would be just fine by me as I like to get to bed kinda early on week nights. BUT, the 9pm start time now puts my fave fashion show in direct competition with my fave dance show, and that's not OK. Thank goodness for the DVR...at least now I can watch PR without all the lame commercials and without missing a single pirouette or grande jeté. Without that piece of technology, I'd be forced to choose...and that's just not fair. In this age of excess, I want it all! (insert greedy hand-wringing here)
Anyways, I guess I'll be tuning in. I plan to put about as much energy into watching the show as Bravo put into promoting it. Whoop.
There's been a fair amount of talk as to why Bravo has chosen to not promote the latest installment as much as previous seasons (or at all, for that matter) and the cool folks at Blogging Project Runway have done an excellent job of wrangling the best conspiracy theories the 'net has to offer into one post. Scandalous, I tell you! (Hi Laura! Hi T-Bone! Hi Scarlett!)
I'm mildly excited about the new season, but there is one GLARING problem. Bravo has chosen to run their flagship reality show an hour earlier this time around. Normally, that would be just fine by me as I like to get to bed kinda early on week nights. BUT, the 9pm start time now puts my fave fashion show in direct competition with my fave dance show, and that's not OK. Thank goodness for the DVR...at least now I can watch PR without all the lame commercials and without missing a single pirouette or grande jeté. Without that piece of technology, I'd be forced to choose...and that's just not fair. In this age of excess, I want it all! (insert greedy hand-wringing here)
Anyways, I guess I'll be tuning in. I plan to put about as much energy into watching the show as Bravo put into promoting it. Whoop.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Strangest...day...EVAR!
Actually, my strange day started last night when I came home after the gym. Simply put, the entire house smelled like a toilet. BT, think of our room at the Excalibur that one year where we had raw sewage backing up in the sink. Yeah, it was like that, but minus the actual sewage. What happened, you ask? It's a looooong story, but suffice to say, there's a drain blocked somewhere below us. We were unable to open the windows due to the smell. Couple that shit stink with last night's heat, and you had two very unhappy campers in myself and DJC.
And then BAM! My vertigo came back with a vengeance. So...if you're keeping score, I was hot, dizzy , beyond tired and pissed off at the smell. Not good. I slept like shit (pardon the pun).
I arrived at work miserable but functional, thanks to Peet's double vanilla latte served up by a funky dude named Andrew. Bless you, coffee barista Andrew. Bless you.
Around lunch time, I called my mother to vent about the smell. In my efforts to climb in the car, take off my blazer, rant, bitch, and manage my purse, I left my phone on the roof of my car (although I don't remember doing this. I was yakking away on my Bluetooth headset, which are now required in California when driving). I started the car, I pulled out into traffic and continued to whine, all the while noticing the increased static I was hearing on the phone line. I sifted through my belongings in the car to find my phone, all to no avail. Then, out of the corner of my eye, just when I was getting super pissed about the staticky connection, I saw my orange LG enV phone slide off the back of my car and into the street. Holy shit. I swung my car around and drove slowly looking for the phone. When I located it, it looked like this:
_ _
Total annihilation. The funny part is that after I forced the front closed, the thing still worked! I can't see anything on the screen, but all the number keys on the inside work. So, provided that I can retrieve people's phone numbers from memory, I can still make a call. Awesome!! Thank goodness I pay for the insurance month after month. Thanks to Nilisa at Verizon, a new phone will be arriving at the office tomorrow. Nice.
Just wait. This is where things get really weird...
After the phone debacle, I returned to the office and went to the restroom in the hall. Out from under the door of the far stall popped a little, fuzzy, wuzzy dog. It caught me off guard, but whatever. Small puffy dog in the bathroom of a corporate building. Sure. Why not. Well, I went into another stall and had just sat down when the dog crept under the partition into my stall and looked up at me. I did nothing but stare back because I couldn't believe what I was seeing. After a minute of the most legit staring contest I've been involved in since grade school, the owner finally called to the pooch and it trotted happily away. Ok, seriously...W.T.F.?!?!?
Finally, tonight, as a last resort, I wobbled over to the pharmacy counter at Safeway to see if the pharmacist could suggest any over-the-counter remedies to stop the spinning in my head. Edmund Lee, Pharm. D., suggested Dramamine. Fucking Dramamine. BRILLIANT! Why hadn't I ever thought of Dramamine?!?! My god, after downing one pill, I feel almost 100%.
In conclusion, I'd like to dedicate this bizarre day to the people that made it easier for me to handle...Andrew, Nilisa, and Edmund at Safeway, here's to you all. Muchisimas gracias!! =)
And then BAM! My vertigo came back with a vengeance. So...if you're keeping score, I was hot, dizzy , beyond tired and pissed off at the smell. Not good. I slept like shit (pardon the pun).
I arrived at work miserable but functional, thanks to Peet's double vanilla latte served up by a funky dude named Andrew. Bless you, coffee barista Andrew. Bless you.
Around lunch time, I called my mother to vent about the smell. In my efforts to climb in the car, take off my blazer, rant, bitch, and manage my purse, I left my phone on the roof of my car (although I don't remember doing this. I was yakking away on my Bluetooth headset, which are now required in California when driving). I started the car, I pulled out into traffic and continued to whine, all the while noticing the increased static I was hearing on the phone line. I sifted through my belongings in the car to find my phone, all to no avail. Then, out of the corner of my eye, just when I was getting super pissed about the staticky connection, I saw my orange LG enV phone slide off the back of my car and into the street. Holy shit. I swung my car around and drove slowly looking for the phone. When I located it, it looked like this:
_ _
Total annihilation. The funny part is that after I forced the front closed, the thing still worked! I can't see anything on the screen, but all the number keys on the inside work. So, provided that I can retrieve people's phone numbers from memory, I can still make a call. Awesome!! Thank goodness I pay for the insurance month after month. Thanks to Nilisa at Verizon, a new phone will be arriving at the office tomorrow. Nice.
Just wait. This is where things get really weird...
After the phone debacle, I returned to the office and went to the restroom in the hall. Out from under the door of the far stall popped a little, fuzzy, wuzzy dog. It caught me off guard, but whatever. Small puffy dog in the bathroom of a corporate building. Sure. Why not. Well, I went into another stall and had just sat down when the dog crept under the partition into my stall and looked up at me. I did nothing but stare back because I couldn't believe what I was seeing. After a minute of the most legit staring contest I've been involved in since grade school, the owner finally called to the pooch and it trotted happily away. Ok, seriously...W.T.F.?!?!?
Finally, tonight, as a last resort, I wobbled over to the pharmacy counter at Safeway to see if the pharmacist could suggest any over-the-counter remedies to stop the spinning in my head. Edmund Lee, Pharm. D., suggested Dramamine. Fucking Dramamine. BRILLIANT! Why hadn't I ever thought of Dramamine?!?! My god, after downing one pill, I feel almost 100%.
In conclusion, I'd like to dedicate this bizarre day to the people that made it easier for me to handle...Andrew, Nilisa, and Edmund at Safeway, here's to you all. Muchisimas gracias!! =)
Monday, July 7, 2008
Well, that's one I haven't heard before...
More than a few times over the years, I've been compared to Karen Walker from the TV show "Will and Grace". Karen is sarcastically funny, loves shoes, men, and a good stiff drink. Also, I've been told that my speech patterns bear a striking resemblance to Karen's from time to time. For those of you who used to visit my old site, you know this picture well:
Earlier today, one of my new coworkers told me about a British TV show called "The Vicar of Dibley". She did so because, apparently, I remind her of the main character, the vicar. Since I know no one is familiar with this obscure British classic (and if you are... WTF?! Seriously?!), here she is:
According to my coworker, the vicar is loud, vivacious, incredibly funny, and loves chocolate as well as a good laugh...."just like me". She then went on to describe the similarities in further detail:
"She's supposed to be good and innocent. But you can tell, there's trouble brewing behind those eyes. She's mischievous. Devious. You know...just like you."
Yep. That'll about do it. LOL.
It's worth pointing out that this coworker has known me for less than a week. Am I really that easy to read? Sheesh. ;)
So snotty, she is. Honestly, I never really minded the comparison. Actually, I love her. I think she's hilarious. I kind of embrace my Karen-ness.
Earlier today, one of my new coworkers told me about a British TV show called "The Vicar of Dibley". She did so because, apparently, I remind her of the main character, the vicar. Since I know no one is familiar with this obscure British classic (and if you are... WTF?! Seriously?!), here she is:
According to my coworker, the vicar is loud, vivacious, incredibly funny, and loves chocolate as well as a good laugh...."just like me". She then went on to describe the similarities in further detail:
"She's supposed to be good and innocent. But you can tell, there's trouble brewing behind those eyes. She's mischievous. Devious. You know...just like you."
Yep. That'll about do it. LOL.
It's worth pointing out that this coworker has known me for less than a week. Am I really that easy to read? Sheesh. ;)
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Russell Crowe would not wear these
I have a burning confession to make. As a self-proclaimed shoe whore, I'm not afraid to say that I HATE the gladiator sandal trend. My good god almighty, they are ugly...and they're everywhere. It's kinda like the skinny jean trend but worse, because some people were smart enough to know that skinny jeans were heinous and shouldn't be worn. Not so with the gladiator sandal. Everyone seems to want to give these a go.
I liken these to the Crocs phenomenon. Someone, somewhere publicly stated that Crocs, despite being designed by the Devil himself, were stylish and cool. Suddenly, Crocs were EVERYWHERE. High falutin ladies that carried small dogs in Burberry bags wore them with pride. They showed up at Nordstrom, for crying out loud! It was bad. Thankfully, Crocs' popularity has waned a bit, but I can't help think that the gladiator sandal has picked up where Crocs left off. Why are gladiator sandals cool? Because someone high up in the fashion world said they are, and because the majority of the public cannot decide for themselves, that's why. I see nothing attractive about them. And can one really get away with wearing them sans toga?
Ok, Ok. So, Russell Crowe might have worn these...but only for one movie and HELLO...it was a period piece! I really don't see where these fit in with today's current fashion.
Now, don't get me wrong. If I were forced to choose between leather strappy sandals or plastic insults to proper footwear, I'd choose the former any day. But, I still hate them. On everyone. In every style. Hopefully, they'll soon fade away into the annals of fashion, never to be heard from again. But until then, people, just say no to this silly trend. Like the skinny jean. Just walk away. Kthnxbai!
Not familiar with this unbelievably ridiculous trend? Here...take a gander:
I liken these to the Crocs phenomenon. Someone, somewhere publicly stated that Crocs, despite being designed by the Devil himself, were stylish and cool. Suddenly, Crocs were EVERYWHERE. High falutin ladies that carried small dogs in Burberry bags wore them with pride. They showed up at Nordstrom, for crying out loud! It was bad. Thankfully, Crocs' popularity has waned a bit, but I can't help think that the gladiator sandal has picked up where Crocs left off. Why are gladiator sandals cool? Because someone high up in the fashion world said they are, and because the majority of the public cannot decide for themselves, that's why. I see nothing attractive about them. And can one really get away with wearing them sans toga?
Ok, Ok. So, Russell Crowe might have worn these...but only for one movie and HELLO...it was a period piece! I really don't see where these fit in with today's current fashion.
Now, don't get me wrong. If I were forced to choose between leather strappy sandals or plastic insults to proper footwear, I'd choose the former any day. But, I still hate them. On everyone. In every style. Hopefully, they'll soon fade away into the annals of fashion, never to be heard from again. But until then, people, just say no to this silly trend. Like the skinny jean. Just walk away. Kthnxbai!
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Stuff from all over
Ok, so we've got a lot to discuss tonight. First and foremost, dance. SYTYCD continued its current snooze-streak with another series of numbers that left me pretty cold...all except for both of Mia Michaels's choreography contributions. Here's the second one, featuring Twitch and Kherington in their PJs:
Oh goodness, Twitch is stunning. And I love the bedhead Kherington's got going in this one. The only negative...the excessive rose petals. The last time Twitch dropped them, it worked. All of the other throws seemed like overkill to me. The dance was gorgeous on its own. If you find yourself distracted by the flying rose petals, watch it again, and try to focus on the dancers. Lovely.
And despite the fact that I HATE the song, Will and Jessica's lyrical piece was also great. In fact, Will is my new hero. That leap at the beginning? WOW. (Thanks, as always, to kelxk3l for the uploading the vid! I don't know who you are, but you ROCK for always getting the clips up so quickly after the show. You must live on the east coast...)
Secondly, I almost feel like this news deserves its own post, but I'm just too lazy and writing about Brian Campbell is just something I can no longer devote any sort of energy to. The Sharks traded away my dear Big Bear (Steve Bernier) for the strawberry mountain man (Campbell) midseason and boy, what a flop of a trade that was. Bernier caught fire in Buffalo, while Campbell just sucked it up with the Sharks. All I can say is that the Blackhawks are a buncha chumps to cough up that much cash for an inconsistent Campbell. That said, good riddance, Soupy. LATES!!
At least five people came to my cube today to comment on my shoes, hair and clothes. Everyone stated that they all dressed like me when they started, but soon realized that the office is much more casual. Worth noting: I had trouser jeans on today...and yeah, I might have worn a pair of Beverly Feldmans, but sheesh! After my last wardrobe experience where I was constantly unprofessionally dressed, I'm not yet OK with how casual my new office is. It's OK, though...I'm sure I'll get there.
New song posted over there in the sidebar. Love this one. =)
Lastly, it happened again tonight. About two weeks ago during my Bodyflow class, I had an overwhelming urge to cry. I choked the tears down , but man, it was a strange thing for me. Crying during yoga? I've heard of such things happening, but had never experienced it. Earlier tonight, the same thing happened. I don't fully understand it, but I know it happens when we're going through the hip opening series...and I carry a TON of tension in my hips. I guess letting that go and giving in to the stretch is just an emotional thing for me. Weird shit, though.
Ok, that's it for now. Going to crash. Catch you back here soon. HUGS!
Oh goodness, Twitch is stunning. And I love the bedhead Kherington's got going in this one. The only negative...the excessive rose petals. The last time Twitch dropped them, it worked. All of the other throws seemed like overkill to me. The dance was gorgeous on its own. If you find yourself distracted by the flying rose petals, watch it again, and try to focus on the dancers. Lovely.
And despite the fact that I HATE the song, Will and Jessica's lyrical piece was also great. In fact, Will is my new hero. That leap at the beginning? WOW. (Thanks, as always, to kelxk3l for the uploading the vid! I don't know who you are, but you ROCK for always getting the clips up so quickly after the show. You must live on the east coast...)
Secondly, I almost feel like this news deserves its own post, but I'm just too lazy and writing about Brian Campbell is just something I can no longer devote any sort of energy to. The Sharks traded away my dear Big Bear (Steve Bernier) for the strawberry mountain man (Campbell) midseason and boy, what a flop of a trade that was. Bernier caught fire in Buffalo, while Campbell just sucked it up with the Sharks. All I can say is that the Blackhawks are a buncha chumps to cough up that much cash for an inconsistent Campbell. That said, good riddance, Soupy. LATES!!
At least five people came to my cube today to comment on my shoes, hair and clothes. Everyone stated that they all dressed like me when they started, but soon realized that the office is much more casual. Worth noting: I had trouser jeans on today...and yeah, I might have worn a pair of Beverly Feldmans, but sheesh! After my last wardrobe experience where I was constantly unprofessionally dressed, I'm not yet OK with how casual my new office is. It's OK, though...I'm sure I'll get there.
New song posted over there in the sidebar. Love this one. =)
Lastly, it happened again tonight. About two weeks ago during my Bodyflow class, I had an overwhelming urge to cry. I choked the tears down , but man, it was a strange thing for me. Crying during yoga? I've heard of such things happening, but had never experienced it. Earlier tonight, the same thing happened. I don't fully understand it, but I know it happens when we're going through the hip opening series...and I carry a TON of tension in my hips. I guess letting that go and giving in to the stretch is just an emotional thing for me. Weird shit, though.
Ok, that's it for now. Going to crash. Catch you back here soon. HUGS!
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Randomness
I have so much to say about the first day of my new job, but I promised myself that I'd actually learn something from my previous crap-tastic experience with blogging about work, so we'll just leave it at this:
I have A LOT to learn...and I love it.
YAY! =)
Until things calm down a bit with the new gig, posting might be light. But SYTYCD is on tomorrow night which means I'll probably throw a vid of my fave dance up. But until then, please enjoy this throwback to the days when MTV still played music videos that featured real, actual dancing:
Back in the day, I freaking loved this video. Me and all my dancer friends played it over and over on the VCR to learn the moves. Back then, Janet was the sh*t. Whatever happened to videos like this? Damn...
I have A LOT to learn...and I love it.
YAY! =)
Until things calm down a bit with the new gig, posting might be light. But SYTYCD is on tomorrow night which means I'll probably throw a vid of my fave dance up. But until then, please enjoy this throwback to the days when MTV still played music videos that featured real, actual dancing:
Back in the day, I freaking loved this video. Me and all my dancer friends played it over and over on the VCR to learn the moves. Back then, Janet was the sh*t. Whatever happened to videos like this? Damn...
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