So, moron that I am, I didn’t realize that I had “moderate comments” selected in my settings, so I had no idea that people were actually reading AND commenting on this blog. Jeez, I’m dumb. So I just wanted to say to all of you:

I love you. You’re my girlfriend(s).

I was kicking myself for several weeks trying to come up with something new and witty to write here. I honestly want to get this thing to a place where I am updating this almost daily and providing more that just rants and raves. I just can’t seem to figure out that million dollar idea. You know the one, where you suddenly stop mid-walk/dump/sentence and profess, “I’ve got a great idea,” at which time you enumerate the great talking points of your idea to whoever happens to be the unlucky sod(s) that are near you? You know that idea? I wish I had one.

Incidentally, if anyone has a spare, please email it to me.

There is actually quite a lot to write about happening in the world at this time, to be fair. What with the (new) war in the Middle East, to the elections in the US (we should just change the party names, that’ll make it clearer to voters who is actually on their side) to a plethora of poignant and hopefully beautiful films on the horizon (SoaP not being one of them, Marys,) there is no end, seemingly, of important subjects to conquer. And I’m not going to turn this into another rant about the culture of celebrity. If you want to get my opinions on that shit, just read my previous posts. That’s all I have to say about that.

So it seems that I have a veritable boatload (or buttload, your pick) of subjects to chat about. So I’m going to pick one that with really seem like it comes completely out of my ass. I’m talking about a piece of television pseudo-drama called reality TV that I have (I must admit) been drawn to inexplicably. Well, it’s partially explicable, if you will, consider the host is hot. Über hot. So hot, she’s German.

I’m talking Project Runway.

Slap my jaw if this isn’t a great show. I mean, I could cut out the useless reality TV histrionics with the camera moves and the OVER. EMPHASIZED. EXPLANATIONS. I mean, I’ve been watching the show, I get the format. Honestly, you have to be living under a rock to not know the catchphrases for these damn things. We know that one of them will be out, Heidi. Just Auf Wiedersehen their ass and move on. Then come back. Then walk away again. I need Tivo.

There was a TIME article on the subject that really sums it up for me. Aside from the great drama (who doesn’t like to see queens and mother hens screech at each other for minutes at a time?) and the interesting challenges, these people all know how to DO SOMETHING. They are all talented. This isn’t a show about how pretty the contestants are, whether they can jump from one moving steamshovel to another, eat a sheep’s ovary or out-diva the next bitch into TV history. This is about real, talented folks from all walks of life (and all stages of ugly/pretty) that actually know how to do what the point of the show is: make great clothes.

Best of all, those of you that are watching, you know that the guy that is on top right now is the LAST guy you’d expect to be ahead in a women’s fashion design competition. I love it.

So there. I’ve exposed myself (again) to ridicule and scorn. I’m used to it. But I think that more people might actually read this now. Of course, the key is to attract more readers than you piss off, I guess.

Ah, celebrity! Here I come.

(Incidentally, there’s another movie quote (besides the title) in this post. Find it.)