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So, umm...hey. Remember me?
The work transition is pretty crazy right now. Very exciting, but very crazy. To sum up what I would have written about today had I been able to: Anwar in the bottom two, stupid thing in my life that's mildly entertaining, and here! quick! look at the Cheney picture!
Almost as good as the real thing, isn't it?
I'm taking the plunge. I'm moving to production, and I'm never looking back. At least, not for a month.
I am now frantically getting my desk in order. Dear God, what have I done!
[ed. note: seriously, while I am freaked out, this is such a good thing.]
I really think she's in a very happy place every episode, where music notes cradle her and fly her away from Simon before setting her down upon cotton candy clouds. Meanwhile, back in soberville, a rundown of last night's American Idol performances...
Bo: The Solomonster was singing "Remedy"in the shower this morning, so it must have been memorable.
Jessica: Yawn. Whatever.
Anwar: Yeah, so he saves himself with big notes. Those are some really big notes.
Nadia: She really isn't a great singer, and though her performances are good, I don't think that can take her to the end.
Constantine: Wha?
Nikko: Just cracks me up. In the best possible way.
Anthony: It certainly wasn't excruciating or atrocious or whatever Simon said. It was just blah.
Carrie: Really good, but do we want American Idol to be a country star? They had a show for that.
Scott: No.
Vonzell: I'm not a Whitney fan, even when it's sung by Whitney herself. Vonzell nailed it though. She was just a crack habit and an abusive husband away from perfection.
I predict Scott, Anthony, and Jessica in the bottom three, with Scott going home. After two weeks it's time to send a guy packing.
How incredible was last night's "everybody dies!!!1" episode of The Amazing Race? Meredith and Gretchen come back from stitches, Brian and Greg come back from tipping their car, Rob and Amber bring a random South African to the pitstop mat with them, and Ray and Deana, all around pains in the asses, get eliminated. I mean, how can you bitch about people being weak competitors when you're always behind them? And what is up with Deana's eye?
The story of the night though was clearly the brothers. I love these guys. They're hilarious, they're sweet, and they provided the most truly emotional mat-meeting since Charla. I think this means that they're the first team of young, athletic, hetero-dudes I've wanted to win.
Today at lunch: the merging of the bank accounts.
You know I'm officially married when I have to justify the first arbitrary cute shoe purchase....
Update! The accounts have been merged and the shoes have been purchased. Justification? Working on that part. So far all I've got is "Mischa made me do it."
Despite what you may have heard, the most dramatic rose ceremony ever has yet to occur. I have a sneaking suspicion though, that it will be this season, as The Bachelor's new format allows the girls to plead their cases and bring out the claws during the otherwise reverent occasion (ha!). For example, last night was almost worth the two hours of Charlie and the ladies walking the line between sincerity and smut to see Danushka call out Krisily (Krisily? That's a fake name. And if you really worked at a salon, someone would hve done something to those hideous 80's bangs) and everyone call out Geitan.
Sigh. This means I'm totally hooked again. Charlie's a toolbox, but at least he's funny to watch. I predict the following girls will have success with him, mainly due to their blondeness and flexible morals.
Kindle: Sneaky NBA cheerleader. And I swear to god, these girls were named by 8th graders.
Sarah W.: Has "extreme sports scars," did some "extreme spit swapping" with Charlie last night.
Sarah B.: Claims to have "found her relationship with Christ." Apparently it was located on a bar counter, doing the ass-dance.
And the lone brunette:
Kimberley:
It takes a special person to open up their shirt and sit on a man's lap
during their first meeting. Oh wait, did I say a special person? I
meant a whore. Sorry.
While an upbeat "hi-ho the derry-o" would seem appropriate here, I can't help but think that the veep looks profoundly sad.
At least, his back does.
- Only Mariah Carey would think offering guests an opportunity to eat a life-sized sponge cake version of herself was a good idea.
- Hey Pitchfork, you can't squash my enthusiasm for the new Beck album, so there!
- In the case of Lindsay Lohan's troubled father, the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree.
- Criminals should employ submarines more often. It gives drug dealing some much needed flair, no?
- Don't you love crusading Christians who lack any sense of irony? Did you know that you and I support a "culture of death"?
The Duke men go home, while the Duke women play on.
Now that the ACC has secured its good name by advancing at least one team in the Final Four, I am officially an ABC-er. Anyone but Carolina.
So, go Lady Devils, and go Illini/Spartans/Cardinals!
...It's good, no?
Have a swell weekend, and raise a Creme Egg to the savior.
