Sorry for leaving

Sorry for leaving you guys… I’m now blogging and running an online cooking show “Economy Bites“ .  Check it out at http://www.economybites.tv/! Cook on Sunday, eat Til Thursday!

Anderson Cooper is NOT gay

Clearly.

His absolute “non-gayness” is most evident at around 1:20.

Enjoy!

This is a Blog for Josh Keating

Is it just me, or could you also give two shits about who wins this season of Project Runway?

Yes I know, this is the Season2 cast…I could not for the life of me find a cast photo for Season 5. Just shows how little Bravo has invested in this lackluster season, which is probably why it’s chock-full-o-lack luster characters and why most of the challenges are centered around promoting PRoRo’s sponsors (make a dress out of a Saturn, anyone?)

That said, I was pretty jazzed about the initial promise of last night’s challenge: recent college grads who need to look like adults for their post-college lives? HEROOOOOOOOO, this is, like, so totally my life! Plus, these girls…

Hmmmm: vintage, androgyny and American Apparel V-Neck men’s t-shirts? These women were plucked straight from the awkward quads of Oberlin, the ones littered with ladies who need their roots done REAL BAD.

As promising as this challenge was…um, is it just me, or do these designers actually have no idea what it means to work in an office?

 drrrrrrrr, business casual?

These designers were totally dumbfounded about making clothes for young, professional women. This was by far the most straightforward design-for-real-people challenge so far this season and watching these people struggle to dress these cute, fashionable girls was…confusing.

Let me tell you, designers, what 2008 is not. 2008 is not 1960: these girls are not secretaries! Shit, one of them was going to med school for fuck-sake…do you think she’d be comfortable giving a rectal exam in this short little number?

I think not! What happened to pants, people? PANTS! Seriously, this isn’t Mad Men.

And those girls are NOT Joan. And can I just say…DAMN

Anyway, I was glad Jerrel won, his girl was happy and felt beautiful at the end of the competition and that made me warm inside. Overall though, I really hope Karto takes the whole thing. She is the bomb.com, and those pictures of her and her adorable daughter had even my boyfriend, who pretends to hate children, swooning out in the open.

We’ll have to wait and see I suppose!

PEAS!

Happy Anniversay to Me!

September 4th marked my 1 year anniversary in New York City. And what a year its been!  Brooklyn is certainly different than any other place I’ve ever lived, way more bodegas and boutiques and way fewer trees and SUVs than this Texas girl is used to. But it’s grown on me. I’m about a week into AllieBK: Year Two…and so far so…similar to Year 1. But I’m confident that this year will bring positive changes and exciting challenges and blah blah blah, lets talk about TV.

With the exception of an increasingly bizarre season of WEEDS, and a 5th run of Project Runway lack which lacks any real fun/quote worthy characters, this summer was so incredibly void of anything worth watching on the ‘ole Telly that I fell into a nighttime routine that included, !GASP!, reading, doing arts and crafts, and spending way too much time out of the house. I even resorted to netflixing total 90s crap like the first season of Beverly Hills 90210 which, if you aren’t a 9 year old circa 1993 when I first saw the show, really is not very good. AT. ALL.

It’s because I’d become so accostom to this summertime mediocrity that I almost MISSED last night’s debut of my dear beloved J.J. Abrams’ new series, “Fringe”.

I CAN HAZ ZCI PHI JOO

num nums! I love this man! Thank the lord that my roomy is just as big a nerd as I am, and she was around to remind me to rejoin the world on the couch.

That said, I wasn’t sure I loved this new show until the last 1/2 hour or so. First of all, it started on an airplane (LOST) at night (LOST) there was turbulence (LOST) and TV static (LOSTLOSTLOSTLOST) and I was thinking maybe that Cloverfield monster knocked something loose in ole J.J.’s brain until BAM  some dude’s FACE started to fall off. I don’t usually love gory shit, but that oozing skin was extremely unsettling in a fantastic way.

Unfortunately, face melting aside, the first part of the show really dragged and was pretty over acted. The main woman character is sort of an emotionless butterface and even Lt. Daniels was shining on a little too strong (although I am happy to see a former “WIRE” cast-member do something interesting and credible, unlike SOME people…) but I really thought that the show picked up when PACEY WITTER hit the screen.

PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACEY WITTER, the love of my 14 year old self’s life. WOO HOO. I was so happy to see him back on TV 10 years after his “Dawson’s” debut (I’m fucking old). Although he was a bit too quipy and childlike for me to believe that his character was really “40 IQ points above genius,” he looked so GOOD with a beard, I nearly swooned!

I also really loved Pacey’s Dad on the show, John Noble, who plays Dr. Walter Bishop, an institutionalized Dr. Frankenstein-esq mad-Scientist whose best line in the first half hour of “Fringe” was arguably, “I just pissed myself.” Pretty good. He was extremely entertaining.

For those who didn’t watch the show, all I will say about the ridiculous scene where the lead female gets all sexy in her black underwear/matching bra while she’s injected with Special K and LSD and submerged in a closed water tank so she can communicate subconsciously with her comatose lover with the translucent skin is that it was awesome. But, obviously, you should judge for yourself.
Instead I’ll mention that the final 1/2 hour, with its twists and mentions of the PATTEN(WHAT IS THE PATTERN?!?!?) was thrilling and, crummy dialogue and droney LOST music aside, I think this show has potential. You have to hand it to JJ Abrams when it comes to mysteries…dude knows how to confuse and frustrate. “Fringe” will be a good LOST stand in…for now.

oh: just for shits and giggles, here’s an interview w/ Josh Jackson, who is just as yummy as himself as he is on the TeeVee: http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid1774293758/bctid1774291264. ENJOY!

NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MY HEART IS BROKEN!!!!!

some very bad news

And Just For Good Measure…

The Best Saved By The Bell episode of all time…

This is FANTASTIC news

Does this face look familiar?

From Gawker today:

“Dustin Diamond, who played the lovable Screech on the most baffling teen show of all time, Saved By the Bell, is writing a tell-all book about his thirteen years on the show…he’ll detail the sex and drugs that went on behind the scenes with castmates—It will be called Behind the Bell.”

Yes!! This is JUST what I’ve been looking for, a fabulous distraction from the Prime time TV-less summer nights I’ve been suffering through lately. Seriously, it’s been tough these past couple of months, what with no LOST, Ugly Betty or Desperate Housewives (Yes, I still watch Desperate Housewives, I’m the one). At least Monday night is still a big hitter with WEEDS, and, COMING AUGUST 18th, THE HILLS’ RETURN! Woohoo! What a trailer!

Anyway, back to this book…I can’t WAIT to read it. Here are my predictions as to the “behind the scenes” debauch. Screech will bring to light:

-Tiffany Amber Thiessen was a big slut…duh.

-Elizabeth Berkley was also a big slut…mega duh.

-Mario Lopez took ballet lessons

-Mark Paul Gosslar was making $1.2 mil by show’s end.

-Lisa Turtle was a robot.

LARK VORHEES! This is going to be my favorite book, I just know it. It wouldn’t be the first time a book about Saved By The Bell has excited me this much. In 3rd grade I got this book called “How To Reach Your Favorite Star” at a Scholastic school book fair and, for something that cost probably $12 or so, I can’t tell you how much joy that little guy brought me. I wrote letters to Mark Paul, River Phoenix and Cindy Crawford (loved that mole). That book is the reason I know that Charlie Sheen and I have the same birthday. That was a big deal back then!

Anyway, Screech’s book is going to be a big hit, HUGE, even bigger than such notable memoirs by past SBTB alums as Tori Spelling (sTORITELLING) and Mario Lopez (Mario Lopez’s Knockout Fitness).

Speaking of Mario Lopez, PLEASE tell me you’ve seen this picture from PEOPLE last month:

HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHA!!!!

Every time I see that picture, I LOL, dear God!

Man, that’s about all I can take for today. LOLOLOL

S.J.UH.OH.!

Could it be true?

Say it ain’t so!

Poor SJP. Maybe this is karma. Maybe this is what she gets giving false hopes to a nation of single women who aspire to move to Manhattan and follow in the $1,500 Christian Louboutin  footsteps of Carrie Bradshaw, the wealthiest penniless female writer to ever strut the streets of Manhattan. Maybe she’s being punished for perpetuating the notion that women are utterly vapid narcissists who OBSESS over their relationships like egomanical twit-balls. Maybe she’s getting her come uppance for each time a teenage girl in Iowa watched her live her fantastical and completely unrealistic TV lifestyle and thought, “This is what I want from life: glitter and cocktails! Fuck my education, take me to Sushi Samba!”

Hmm, I dunno, just guessing. Sucks for her though, I bet Ferris Bueller is a great kisser.

THE FUCKING EMMYS GET IT WRONG AGAIN

And unfortunately, the WIRE will never get its due.

 http://www.cnn.com/2008/SHOWBIZ/TV/07/17/emmy.nominations/?iref=mpstoryview

Oh well.

Off to Wisconsin!

Happy weekend, all!

LONG LIVE THE WIRE!