Tonight I'm A Rock -n- Roll Star

So last night was the conclusion of Rockstar Supernova. Lukas. Bleh. Seriously does the world need another band fronted by a guy screeching like his nuts are in a vice? Who in their right mind could consider him a more talented singer than Dilana? My personal opinion is she suffered from Boobage Encumberment. As in..she had boobs. And a vagina. Oh no. Not the vajayjay!

Cynical, I know. However we are now 2 and 0 for guys on Rockstar. With INXS I could see going with a guy because they were an established band who's lead singer was a guy. The fact that they picked an Elvis impersonator who became a Hutch impersonator is a whole nother issue. I like their song Dirty Vegas and the latest Afterglow. I hate myself for it but what can ya do. Sorry Michael =(

With this band, they didn't have that past history. Unless we are looking at the lead singers of the bands the guys are known for. And I don't think Lukas wants that cause frankly he is so far from the league of James Hetfield or Axl Rose. Hell even Vince Neil should have him running scared.

So I am sticking to my prior snarky comment. If it has a tit, it will not fit.

Moving on to Project Runway. I have to admit, Laura had that one hands down. It was the only dress I would have worn. Love ya Jeffrey but that thing looked like something pulled out of Madonna's garbage disposal circa 1984. Unlike this shirt which I absofuckinglutely adore.

Don't get me started on the Tim Gunn bobblehead they also have for sale. I loves it. I loves all bobbleheads. I have a Shakespeare and Betty Boop. I am easily amused.

Michael's was nice too. Very clean and sophisticated. And Kors is right, he does a head to toe look better than anyone there.

Unlike the two returning "special guest" designers. I am with Kayne here. Cockroaches. Did we really need to have the nut job and the dork back? Did anyone really miss Angela's little flower appellation?

So we get another bland thing ala Vincent with that cheesy wrapper. And Angela. What was that thing?! That looked like something out of Ziggy Stardust's garbage disposal. Where the Zigster put it cause he knows crap when he sees it. And I am sick to death of Uli and her friggin 70's inspired, "let's all go on macrobiotic diets and smoke a lot of pot!" tropical caftan things. Enough already. I'd rather look at Kayne's trashy pageant drag queen apparel

The auction is up and running. Quick! Act now, and the Zigster outfit could be yours!!

And now, off to subway for chow.

This Ain't No Party

So, wow. Rockstar last night was interesting. Now I am well aware of the power of fancy footwork editing, but wow. Just wow. Dilana was most def not coming off well there. I think Lucas is a screechy little hoot monkey poseur with bad hair and a conflicted fashion sense, myself. I can say that cause I ain't here to win a popularity contest. And kiddo just loathes him. But Dilana's smartassed "mama dove" comments were gag inducing. The only thing I think she did nail about him was that they are both alike. Ego, party of two, your table is ready.

I watched Project Runway too, and found that to be wowish as well. It was my night to have the peeps I like act badly.

I like Jeffrey. How could I not like Punk Rock Boy? I could see his point about Angela's mom. And frankly if Angela had instructed her mom to fuxor Jeffrey in this challenge, it would not shock me in the least. I think Angela is a whining little bitch. I would happily pay per view Angela choking on one of those stupid flowerette crap things she tacks on everything. But Jeffy just opened mouth and inserted foot in such a huge way. I was nearly certain he'd get the boot for that. Fortunately it was Robert who went. Or unfortunately. Angela should have gone instead of Robert. He may have been a bit yawn inducing but Angela makes clothes for circa 1985 hookers.

And I just don't get Uli. I keep waiting for a macrame bra. /shudder

JAVA!

I depart now.

See These Eyes So Green

Well a four day non scheduled vacay. Home repair don't ya know.

Had a great time at H's house Friday. We have a scheduled massage, wrap and soak for Aug 21st at the hotsprings. J and Kiddlet will be coming along too. Spa day for the girls. Kiddo is beside herself. Quicky post for today as I am still fighting yesterdays headache of doom.

Watched Rockstar last night and Dead Like Me. I tried for Miami Ink but I was just way too pooped. Kidlet is back at her dad's and tomorrow she and my mom are taking off for an overnight at the beach. I am seriously overdue for a beach trip but I need to save up for back to school et al.

Oh on the plus side, H got a new computer and I am going to take her old one and her monitor and the ex thinks that between my old system and hers he can cobble together one for my house. Free or at the very least cheap is good for me. I am going to get him to set up the cable as well. For that, I will cook him cassoulet no problemo.

As The 10th Impact Shimmered The Forbidden Candles Beamed

This is a guilt post. Seriously, I am exhausted but I feel guilt over not actually writing anything. Gah. Blog guilt =(

On the plus side I got my first issue of Gothic Beauty yesterday and I had a nice evening reading and watching Rockstar Supernova. Go Storm Go! Although I like Dilana.

Anyhow, the mag is really lovely. Nice glossy pages and a great interview with Poppy Z. Brite. I highly recommend it. And gorgeous models and clothes.

Oh and something really really bad was advertised. Not bad as in awful, but bad as in, "damn I could get obsessed by this idea" kinda bad. That would be spending Halloween in Dracula's castle. The really real one. Kidlet was into that idea too.

And now, I have put forth words to page so I am outta here. The Big Salad awaits.