Oh the Christ-anity

So I've been meaning to blog all week, but everything sort of snowballed and it's Thursday already. I'm very exited because at my new job, I have all of next week off. Have I mentioned I love the new job? Love.

Things are really starting to move here and it's exciting to see the changes unfold. I may even post a few pictures here so y'all can see the before and after. And to show off my hobbit hole. LOVE. So cute, so tiny, so very deficient, but still hobbity.

The reason for the blogging was to tell you about the concert on Saturday. I took Nox to see the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. It was intended to be his Christmas present and he was quite pleased with it. What's that? You have not heard of them?

Take an eighties hair band. Give them a back up orchestra including an electric violen, a huge laser and light show budget and imagine them rocking out Christmas carols. Listen here if you're curious. It was really fun and I was happy to be there.

But then...

Oh, my dear friends.

They brought Roger Daltry of The Who on stage.

And I was so happy that I pretty much exploded in to tiny little fan girl pieces. The crazy thing was I had heard that he was the surprise guest at the concert the night before, but for some reason assumed they wouldn't do it again. He did "Behind Blue Eyes", "Pinball Wizard" and "Listening to You".

Love The Who. Love.

It was crazy awesome and just what I needed after some very rockin' time contemplating the birth of someone else's savior.

Praise be!

-CGL

Stop Toying with my Emotions!

Chris is out! Jack is sick! Chris is in! Chris is very nearly out again!

Good lord, what a tireing episode. Compounded by a bad reaction to chinese food, it was a tough one to get through.

My feelings can be summed up:

1. Dear Christian, your outfits are divine, your 'tude is annoying. Check the arrogance at the door and you will go places, sistah chile.

2. Chris, oh god, you bring the jolly and good times back. Please, don't make a mess of things. Make good clothes, I know you have it in you.

3. I actually will really miss Jack. I also felt awful for him. I cannot imagine how horrid it must be to get so close to your life's dream and have it snatched away. He was a really interesting designer, made good television and was inspriational. HIV + for 17 years and he looks like a million dollars. That is not a boy who lets life boss him around. I hope he can come back later in the season, if only for moral support.

4. Oh Spitmark...well. She gives good tv. She wasn't too crazy this time. I'm starting to dig her a little, actually.

5. I love love loved this challenge. It was great to see real women on the show being treated with dignity. I like the energy of these contestants. None of them (except Christian, a little) treated them any different then they would their model. They made some less the beautiful women look pretty darn kickass.


On other notes, the holidays are smacking me in the face. I missed Hannakah this year entirely. Poor Nox put up with my gift ambivlance for the umpteenth time. (I love to give, but have difficulty recieveng. Not actually getting the present, that's awesome. I mean telling people what I want. I'm not a big wanter. If there's something I really want, I usually just get it.)
Luckly, I preordered a few gifts and have solid ideas for others. I'm looking foward to the vacation, even though I feel like I just got started on everything at work.

Catch you on the flipside,
CGL

Hello me loves

Though I'd stick my head around your door and say hello. How are things? Really? No, tell me more.

Life here continues a pace. Work is really starting to come together into a cohesive plan. I think we can make some really exciting changes that will be quite a bit of work for me, but I'm looking forward to that.

The apartment hunt is on hold for the holidays. I was looking with a gust in October, but the job change slowed it down. Frankly, every month I'm home is another month I can save a substantial part of my salary. I will start looking in January. That's what I want for my birthday this year.

Project Runway? I don't want to talk about it. They took away my Chris and I am sad. Hopefully this week's episode will take an uplift.

Rock on,
CGL

Tiki Torch

( Note: I did not actually see the third epidsode. I read the recap on Television without Pity, which is really nearly as good and potenially funnier. I just didn't want to wind up talking about episode four during the season finale.)

(Second Note: The new job is going well. I have Christmas week off, so everyone should visit me in my blessedly empty house. Call. Schedule. BE MINE DAMNIT.)

We're so very nearly back to the challegenes I hold dear. I see what's happening here...every ex A lister is jumping on board a very popular show. BUTT OUT KATHY GRIFFIN WANNABES! Go make your own reality tv and leave the preshush alone.

So...back to the ritualistic torture. Design for men! Ten dollars, pat on the ass and off they go to the races.... I mean Mood.

Apparently Slanty Hair's attidude is starting to swell down. Apparently eighties wear will do that to you.

Is it just me or is it a bit early for the cattiness? We haven't even eliminated the really clear weak links yet. Save the bitchiness for when it's five in the morning, you're sewing together recycled rabid yaks and the models have a haunted look about them at the end of walk.

Me love Chris. Yes, he gets a name. I love him too much to deny him. He is large and squishy and Jay give or take a decade, but he is sweet and awesome and squishy. I know his design was questionable and best...but...love.

On the Spitmark.....um. Do you really think fashion designing is the right line of work for you if the body male or female makes you that uncomfortable? If this was American's Top Model Ms. Jay would have slapped the shit out of her already. In other news, her design sound pretty kickin'. I hope she stays now. She's clearly not a Wendy repeat=my biggest fear. In fact she might be a Santino repeat, a designer I HATED then came to be my near favorite (Red Lobster!)
Not having seen the designs for myself yet, I will skip to the ending. I liked Carmen, but no shirt? Really? And Ricky...well. Tears make good tv. To a point.

Later days,
CGL