Archive for July, 2008
SYTYCD, Elimination, Suspender Masks and Lady Ga-Ga
Posted on July 31, 2008
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Group Dance
Synchronized Contortional Contemporary by Mandy Moore, danced to The Rose, Bette Midler
I found it interesting that Mandy Moore chose to have Chelsie start the piece, as the style seemed more Courtney or Katee. But, as always, the group dance was great.
Cat’s delight in the stage-fan was infectious; I just might place a box fan in each room of my house in order to provide me with constant recreational dramatic entrances. Oh… wait, I’m bald. Its really hard to tell if I’m being blown upon just by watching me.
Hey, does it seem wierd that Cat and Nigel, both very English, are pimping the US election? They have this whole Gordon Brown thing to deal with back home, don’t they?
Nigel says that the vote count was a little secret, and that he loves the finalists. I can only assume this means he hates everyone else and can’t keep a secret, both of which are a relief to me as I can relax and stop worrying about disappointing him.
Mary used the old roller-coaster metaphor, which nearly fills out my bingo card. All I need is “cinderella story” or “he/she shouldn’t be able to do this” for the win.
SYTYCD, Top Six Perform and Cat Deeley borrows a Grill
Posted on July 30, 2008
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Only six dancers left this week, the show is down to one hour again, Mark’s wearing a backwards hat, Joshua is making me dislike him with his insistence on demonstrating that he is “4-real”, and Cat Deeley is apparently a filth fetishist. Good to know, hard to prove.
Judges
Hooray! The guest judge is Adam Shankman! Even with the unfortunate Paula Abdul pimping, I like this guy alot.
Speaking of pimping, there were far altogether too many audience call-outs from the judges tonight.
- Nigel:”And we have my second grade music teacher in the audience tonight–take a bow. Aggie!”
- Adam:”We have a special person in the house. Give it up for my personal assistant, Benardo!”
- Mary:”I’d like you all to meet my special friend, Blue Jar of Barbisol! There he is! Stand up, Blue Jar of Barbisol!”
Bennigan’s Out Of Business, Michigan Not So Lucky
Posted on July 29, 2008
You may have heard the good news: the restaurant that popularized if not actually originated the Crap-On-The-Walls style of theme restaurant is out of business.
You are probably at least as happy about this as I am. But, unfortunately, my plans to celebrate this happy occasion were cut short as I learned yet another reason Michigan is a depressed state:
“The trickle-down is that half of the Bennigan’s in the country close – that’s the bad news,” Hansen said. “The bad news is thousands of people lost their jobs today. The only good news is that none of them were in Michigan.”
-Tri-Cities Business Review
So franchise owners are free to continue operating as Bennigan’s, polluting the food supply with deep fried ham sandwiches covered in jam, while all of the corporate-owned establishments are mercifully closed, increasing the nutritional quality of the American foodscape by default.
Sucks for us, but still a good day to be an American on the whole.
I used Google maps to locate my nearest Bennigan’s. I won’t eat there, no, but I’ll drive by and wonder where they’ll get replacement crap for their walls.
The Kanteron Chronicles
Posted on July 26, 2008
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SYTYCD, Elimination and LYCRA, LYCRA, LYCRA!
Posted on July 24, 2008
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The opening group dance, which featured our dancers playing the part of a colony of lycra wearing morlocks, was quite entertaining. Even Toni Basil going on and on about how frickin’ great she was didn’t bring me down. I ran upstairs, found my lycra shirt, and fondled it for the rest of the night. So… so very stretchy.
Cat was apparently dressed as a Greek goddess while Nigel wore an actual leather jacket, both of which pleased me. I wrung my lycra shirt and waited patiently for the bloody eliminations to begin…
