THE HELL?!
Not that I'm complaining, mind you. If it never bothered to snow this winter, I wouldn't mind at all. :) (Of course, this IS Pennsylvania. It'll probably end up snowing tonight just to spite me.)
I didn't tape the episode and missed this morning's repeat, but in regards to Top Chef, ADIOS, BETTY! Don't let the door hit you on the ass on the way out! Let it hit you on the head. A lot. Until your caps fall out and you stop flashing that fake-ass New And Improved Joker Smile at people.
And Mike won! WOOHOO! I love Mike to bits. He might not be the best chef, but he would be awesome fun to hang out and watch football with. And I don't even LIKE football.
As for Sam, Betty, and Ilan ... Jesus, grow up.
I'm seriously considering using one of the four shiny new personal days I got on the first tomorrow night for completely gratuitous reasons. I just want to sit at home and drink grape Smirnoff and not move while thinking, "You realize if I played by the rules right now, I'd bein gym dangling inside a CD assembly machine?" And I could watch the gorgeous director's cut of Tombstone I got in the mail yesterday. (zomgthankyou! *squeals*)
Oh, oh! And I have money! I got paid and for once in the past few weeks the entire thing is not devoted to paying off a bill! I can go to Panera again! And maybe the movies! *happy dances* I'm also thinking of splurging and getting a tattoo with part of next week's big fat paycheck. I still want to get Shakespeare's signature between my shoulder blades to go with Poe's across my lower back, but there's a couple of other smaller cheaper ones I was thinking of that might be easier for me to afford. I want to get a Siamese cat one still and maybe the Chinese or Japanese symbol for magic. What I'd really love is to get the large one on my upper right arm of my Books of Boggs characters as chibis or in comic book form or whatever, but I soooo can't afford that right now, it's not like I've had the picture done just yet, and I want to save it until I get published anyway.
Not that I'm complaining, mind you. If it never bothered to snow this winter, I wouldn't mind at all. :) (Of course, this IS Pennsylvania. It'll probably end up snowing tonight just to spite me.)
I didn't tape the episode and missed this morning's repeat, but in regards to Top Chef, ADIOS, BETTY! Don't let the door hit you on the ass on the way out! Let it hit you on the head. A lot. Until your caps fall out and you stop flashing that fake-ass New And Improved Joker Smile at people.
And Mike won! WOOHOO! I love Mike to bits. He might not be the best chef, but he would be awesome fun to hang out and watch football with. And I don't even LIKE football.
As for Sam, Betty, and Ilan ... Jesus, grow up.
I'm seriously considering using one of the four shiny new personal days I got on the first tomorrow night for completely gratuitous reasons. I just want to sit at home and drink grape Smirnoff and not move while thinking, "You realize if I played by the rules right now, I'd be
Oh, oh! And I have money! I got paid and for once in the past few weeks the entire thing is not devoted to paying off a bill! I can go to Panera again! And maybe the movies! *happy dances* I'm also thinking of splurging and getting a tattoo with part of next week's big fat paycheck. I still want to get Shakespeare's signature between my shoulder blades to go with Poe's across my lower back, but there's a couple of other smaller cheaper ones I was thinking of that might be easier for me to afford. I want to get a Siamese cat one still and maybe the Chinese or Japanese symbol for magic. What I'd really love is to get the large one on my upper right arm of my Books of Boggs characters as chibis or in comic book form or whatever, but I soooo can't afford that right now, it's not like I've had the picture done just yet, and I want to save it until I get published anyway.
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Date: 2007-01-04 07:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-04 08:00 pm (UTC)Ooooo, Shakespeare signature -- that's hot. I read a book recently called Chasing Shakespeares in which one of the protagonists was rumored to have a tattoo of Queen Elizabeth's signature somewhere that was never quite disclosed.
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Date: 2007-01-04 08:08 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-01-04 09:44 pm (UTC)Lucky you. It's snowing like hell in Salt Lake City, and has been All. Day. Long. *loathes*
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Date: 2007-01-04 09:56 pm (UTC)*blink*
Date: 2007-01-05 01:02 am (UTC)i.e. you have to be longer than Poe to have sex with me. Which is fine in theory, unless you start having Dostoevsky tattooed there as well.
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Date: 2007-01-05 03:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-05 09:51 pm (UTC)I still have to see Sam's outburst to decide whether or not I'm going to let him slide -- he's a sneaky little slime and he shouldn't have had it in a public place, but I'll be the first to understand that Marcel can be irritating and make a guy snap -- but Betty is just a screeching harpy (WOOHOO! She's gone!) and Ilan just ... *seethes* The "you've never had sex" comment was so totally immature it's ridiculous, saying it in front of customers was uncalled for, and as a virgin I say he's free to go fuck himself. Personally at this point I'd rather go fuck Marcel. (No, really, can I?)
I really just wish I could walk up to these people and smack them all upside the heads and say, "Just shut up and cook, goddamn it!" Seriously, why would I want to go to the restaurant of anyone but Elia and Marcel at this point? Everybody else would obviously be spending all of their time being petty and telling me about drama in the kitchen I don't give a shit about.
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Date: 2007-01-06 02:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-06 04:45 pm (UTC)And now that I've seen the episode, I'm even more bothered by Ilan bashing Marcel's dish in front of the guests. I can understand personality conflicts on a reality show, but when you take it to an unprofessional level in a talent contest that's just wrong and I'm still trying to figure out why the hell he wasn't knife'd for it. Oh, wait, of course I know. It's for draaaaaaaaamaaaaaa. *sigh*