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
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