From Tim's blog: "Lest anyone think that any designer is kept on the show because of personality, let Malan’s departure dispel that myth." Seriously.

And Lisa, I almost forgot about that jackass "feminazi" comment. It totally made me hate that guy.

Hmm. Maybe I should do a little more work today?

OMG, the whitefont is killing me. I think I can catch it tomorrow at three. Fingers crossed.

sj, I agree, my lame comment was about the fact that in the promos there is talk about someone doing "sabotage" and being kicked out separate from the runway, not the implication that Angela or Vincent should go because of the drama.

megan Sorry, I missed the promos and misunderstood what you were refering to.

Aiee. Can't remember either of my blogspot user id/password combos. Hell, I can't even remember what e-mail addresses I used to sign up.

I suspect I have the info at home, but, well, I'm not there.

Ignoring the PR whitefont and going back for a moment to this:

If your brain is missing, then how are you thinking? IJS.

Little mice pushing buttons and pulling levers?

Remember in the first Men In Black, in the morgue, when they push on the dead guy's ear and there's a puff of air, and his head slides open and there's a little guy inside who's been operating the body like a vehicle?

Well, I used to--and sort of still do--think of people as those "little guys inside." It's why you look at somebody's eyes, to see if anybody's in there. As a child I always thought of "me" as a very tiny person inside my body, looking out through my eyes....

...just me then?

Hey, everyone, sorry I posted and ran last night. I just could not stay awake another second.

You may now go back to your PR deconstruction, already in progress.

...just me then?

Nah. You and Descartes.

(my guys inside are on a coffee break.)

Well, I used to--and sort of still do--think of people as those "little guys inside." It's why you look at somebody's eyes, to see if anybody's in there. As a child I always thought of "me" as a very tiny person inside my body, looking out through my eyes....

...just me then?

I used to imagine my brain had a little guy sitting on a chair, with a big display screen and complex control pannels in front of him. Sorta' like a miniature, one-person version of the bridge of the Starship Enterprise.

btw, the supposed "little person" inside your brain controlling everything (or at least controlling your conscous actions) is called the homunculus. The word is also applied to the largely discredited theory that there's a single point in your brain where your consciousness resides.

"I am in my body the way that most people drive their cars." - Laurie Anderson