Amuse-Biatch sees possible racism in the analysis of Hung as "all technique and no heart."

Hung is bisexual?

He said something to that effect in one of his early interviews.

kat, what got me was that the guy isn't actually the owner. His sister owns the restaurant and is trying to make it work ... only she can't count on income because Peter is taking money, comping people food and drinks, harassing the staff, etc. I REALLY disliked him. (I think I've worked with people like him.)

Was the Laura on Tim's show the pregnant contestant from PR?

Yes.

cool!

kat, what got me was that the guy isn't actually the owner. His sister owns the restaurant and is trying to make it work ... only she can't count on income because Peter is taking money, comping people food and drinks, harassing the staff, etc. I REALLY disliked him. (I think I've worked with people like him.)

Even worse, Toddson. Why doesn't she toss him out on his orange, tight shirt wearing, drinking capucino out of a WINE GLASS, tooth whitening, gaudy watch wearing ass? Good heavens, that man is an ass.

Survivor: I was slightly put off by the Christian radio woman, but I agree that she could've been way more obnoxious about the temple ceremony. She didn't try to insist that the ceremony was something that it wasn't, didn't try to shout Jeff down or tell him he was wrong. She just calmly stated that to her it felt like worship and she was uncomfortable with it. I'll chalk the weepy interview up to being in a situation where her emotions were running somewhat high already. And she scored many, many cool points with her little pep talk to the gravedigger (John?). I thought the two of them were adorable together. And again, she didn't condescend. She just seemed to genuinely like him and be interested in helping him out. (And who wouldn't like him because he is capital B beautiful. Verra nice!)

I have to say, Christian Radio Talk Show Host didn't annoy me nearly as much as Anorexic Asshole Waitress. Quietly slipping out the back strikes me as immensely more polite than standing there rolling your eyes through the whole thing.

And I swear if I hear her say "New Yorkers are _____" one more time to excuse the fact that she's acting like a two-year-old, I will scream. Bitch needs to quit speaking on behalf of my city right the fuck NOW.

Of course, the real test will be how well CRTSH deals with the immunity idol. I can't remember which season it was when one supercrazy-religious contestant decided it was evil and didn't want it in their camp (even though its presence by definition means you're winning...) CRTSH doesn't strike me as that type so far.

Hottie McGravedigger's going to have health problems down the line -- that much muscle looks good now, but no way is he going to be getting enough protein to maintain it over the next month. But for now, mrowr. Arms.

Annying Waitress is the worst of the group by far. Hope she goes soon.

Most of the time MTV annoys me with its ten millionth marathon of ANTM or Beauty and the Geek, but they have really made my day with their all day marathon of SYTYCD. God, how I love this show! And now, I am about to lose my Chuy all over again. Too sad. It's so interesting watching again. Some folks Lauren I still hate just as much as the first time. Some folks who I didn't necessarily hate the first time, I'm really disliking now. This would be the Cedric space. Amazing how many really talented dancers he took out. Not only Chuy (small tear), but Jimmy, Ricky, even back to the Vegas round . . . I would have much rather had Twitch on the show than Cedric. I'm realizing that I didn't hate the hunchback cheerleader nearly as much as I hated Misha Chan. If they'd never been partnered, I think I might've liked him quite a bit (still would've thought he was a hunchback, but . . .) I had forgotten how much I really enjoyed him in that first hip hop where they dressed Misha Chan in that inexplicable black tutu with the ill-fitting white Playtex bra on top. Oh, and still love Danny. That's a given.

Anyway, that's gonna be two days lost to the couch and SYTYCD. Damn you/Bless you, MTV!