I have finally seen the most recent ep of Project Runway. And I gotta say the producers actually found someone I dislike MORE than Wendy Pepper. I didn't think it was possible. And, oh, Daniel Franco. I never thought I'd say this but...I adore you, you little bliss-following, crazy-shuffling, fine-tailoring elf-man. If I had the funds, I'd hunt you down and make you design a whole new wardrobe for me.

I love my dead gay pharoah manicurist.

You know, upon surfing, it appears that someone is making a Really Truly Horrible syndicated version of The Three Musketeers, starring Bruce Boxleitner in the Worst Goatee Ever.

Wow.

It's called Young Blades. And really, apallingly bad.

That's where Karen Cliche went when Mutant X died, wasn't it?

So far, the scariest thing in MHB is the principal of the school that got to skip a round in the competition. The fact that too many of those kids can dance better than me is just sad, not scary.

Juliana and Hecubus will be amused by the fact that my surfing has resulted in me watching "Vertical Limit" with the television on mute. I can't help myself!

Are you snarking hard?

a Really Truly Horrible syndicated version of The Three Musketeers, starring Bruce Boxleitner

I think I saw a glimpe of that, some months ago, on a completely counterintuitive channel like PAX. I saw the floppy shirts and the WB-teen-drama rejects and changed the channel to a nice rerun of Mansquito.

Nothing else to report. Extremely affectionate cat currently perched in lap, after a sojourn on either shoulder, and then a further sojourn balanced precariously across the back of my neck.

Juliana and Hecubus will be amused by the fact that my surfing has resulted in me watching "Vertical Limit" with the television on mute. I can't help myself!

I'm amused too!

I'm bummed I missed the Bay Area roundup. I'm glad juliana had a good welcoming-in, though.

I tuned into KPFA in the middle of this program. As I listened, I couldn't believe it. I began to question whether it was straight and after 8 min. of it realized it couldn't possibly be. It's a very bizarre fake documentary about a poet from Cork who performed under the name "The Silver-Tongued Devil". He rose to fantastic fame then disappeared. It is really weird.

Ah. Google has found it for me. [link]

I'm doing online eye research. It seems to me that a Doctor's Power and Awesomeness must be directly proportional to the number of syllables in his speciality. One site suggested seeing a Vitreoretinal Ophthalmologist. Damn, that's 11 syllables!