Sunday, September 17, 2006

Scrantonicity

The Police ain't got nuttin' on these guys
I never thought I'd live to see a TV show that takes place in Scranton. Yet, there could be no more perfect setting for the Yank version of the British hit, The Office.
When I watched the first show, it didn't do much for me. I should have stuck around. Eventually I got into The Office toward the middle of its second season. As Colin Farrell would say, "it's feckin' brilliant." The cast is perfect — so Scrantonian — and the writing is the freshest comedy on TV.
I just bought the second season on DVD and stayed up all night Saturday laughing me arse off, as Colin Farrell might say. (I don't know why I keep referring to him. Did he get drunk in that Scranton pub The Banshee once? Or twice? Or thrice?)
Anyway, it's great to have The Booze Cruise, Christmas Party and Drug Testing all within a DVD player's reach.
This DVD is so great, I think it deserves a Dundie. Don't you, Michael?

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Michael Knight wins Project Runway

Knight on!
So the Project Runway finale is at least two or three weeks away (if they do one of those chatty cast get-togethers again). But if you caught Jay Manuel's show on Style tonight that showed the last four contestants showing their work at Fashion Week, it was pretty evident that Michael Knight was the winner. Along with Kara Saun and another woman, Jay critiqued the four collections.
Rock Star Project Runway winner Jeffrey is a strong contender but likely second, with Uli third and Laura about to drop her baby.
I'm a bit surprised that Jay was able to show this video. I know I read blogs about season one but I don't recall ever seeing actual video outside the PR episode.
If this is the case, I'm delighted. Michael has consistently created beautiful garments and is always classy on camera. He deserved to be the champ, IMHO.

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Thursday, September 07, 2006

Who will be the next Pepper Monkey?

I'm a Pepper. Wouldn't you like to be a Pepper, too?
I can't stand it. The second seasoning of Top Chef is but weeks away. This time the kitchen will be set up in LA, not San Fran.
Hold your spatulas... there's more switcheroo. Billy's Joel's missus, Katie Lee, has been dumped as the show's host. In her place is Padma Lakshmi, a veteran Food Network show host/supermodel who also happens to be Salman Rushdie's missus. Great. If Dave Martin thought he was cursed, at least there wasn't a fatwa against the show when he was on it.
(If anything bizarrely fatwaesque occurs, I'd blame the creepy Irish chef bounced on Episode One. Hide the Henckels knife block if that maniac ever comes over to stay!)

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Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Razing Kayne

I AM Miss America!
Gather round my peeps, here's another grab bag of Project Runway stitchbitchery:

Michael Kors to Kayne:
"I think your middle name's gotta be 'Too Much.'"

Jeffrey describing Angela's skill level (on the heels of her ass-kicked swift departure from Paris):
"Artsy crafty macaroni-gluer."

Michael before showing his rough-ruched couture gown:
"I'm sweating like a whore in church."

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