So You Think You Can Dance - And Then There Were 4

Tonight's the night we learn who will make it into the big finale next week!!

The show opens with a Mandy Moore routine to Bette Midler's "The Rose." I have to admit, I just lurv that song, and the dancers do an admirable job conveying the emotion of the piece.

I'm trying to decide if this is the best season I've seen thus far. Quite possibly. Sadly, we've been without the presence Wade Robson (he did, what, one routine this year?), but happily, there's been way less Dan Karatay (I got so tired of him creepily ogling the girls). I may have made some "Isn't that the chick from Bow Wow Wow" jokes when I first saw Sonya Tayeh, but her jazz routine featuring Mark and Courtney is easily one of my all time faves.

There's a lot of judge pontificating (Mary's on the verge of tears, Adam Shankman rambles but I think he's awesome, anyway) before we get to the solos and Nigel, who's wearing quite a bit of spray tan tonight, tells the contestants that they each got over a million votes last night. I'm nervous about the guys (I guess I would vote Twitch off), more ambivalent about the girls, although I want to see Katee make it to the end.

Courtney and Katee both perform the generic contemporary "I'm overwrought" solo. I'm not sure what the hell Chelsie's wearing. I really hope she didn't dress herself. It's some sort of Madonna from the Trailer Park getup with a jeweled bra, white corset and oodles of tulle. She says dancing without a partner "sucks" but wait, no, "it's really fun!!" Nice recovery. Not really.

Mark is by far the best choreographer of the final six (he sure can do a lot with suspenders!), but Twitch and Joshua pull out some cute moves (and Joshua's had his braces removed!). I feel like Twitch relies a bit too much on his genial smile. This is starting to annoy me even though he's pretty darn adorable.

The solos are followed by a performance by Lil Demon, a five year old breakdancer who can really bust a move (do people still say that?). He's rather cute, but I still don't want kids.

Cat announces that Katee is safe. Big surprise there. I did love her Paso Doble with Josh along with nearly every other routine she's done this season. Cat leaves C and C hanging and moves on to the lads where Joshua's made it to the finale. Have you seen Josh's dad?! Too sweet.

Now we're being subjected to Lady Gaga. She is completely scary but way more interesting than that sucky Zooey Deschanel wannabe, Katy Perry. Lady Gaga reminds me of some drag queens I've seen. I hope that's on purpose. I haven't seen shoulder pads like that since Grace Jones.

Moving on... it's adios to Chelsie, who cries and tells Courtney she's pulling for her. Does this mean she doesn't want Katee to win? Hrm. And au revoir to Mark. Humf. He's one of the most interesting dancers I've seen, possibly ever.

I think Josh is going to win. See you for next week's finale!

Boo hoo,
Ms. P

Project Runway - Episode 3

There seems to be a consensus among my friends and I that we aren't overly impressed by this season's competitors. I'm not sure if it's because Bravo is casting for drama or if PR is an idea that may be running itself out (see: the last cycle of America's Next Top Model.)

Okay, when is someone gonna punch Suede in Suede's annoying little mouth? I hate to advocate violence, and I hate that Suede talking about Suede in the third person is getting under my skin. I think next week's challenge should be making gags for Suede and Blayne.

I read an interview with Christian Siriano recently where he expressed distaste for Blayne's efforts in turning "--licious" into a catchphrase. "Do not even try to steal my fierce thunder, bitch!" is what I imagine him saying. What he actually said was, "I can't listen to somebody say 'licious' all day long to get it popular. It's not funny to me. I really just can't hear that."

Tonight's challenge is New York at night serving as inspiration for an outfit for a night out on the town. The contestants get dropped off at various locations in the city and start snapping away.

Emily was inspired by money, movement, energy and something else. People, I think. I don't know what people are going to be excited by her bizarro orange ruffle. The judges certainly aren't.

Jennifer takes a picture of a clock for "the city that never sleeps." Daniel says her resulting dress looks matronly. I wonder if J's run out of time here... haw haw.

Daniel's in his zone taking a picture of a wet shadow. His work is passable and clearly represents the picture and his point of view.

Blayne asks if there's a tanning salon nearby and ends up with some psychedelic gel projector looking photograph. His dress (see photo at right) is fug. I don't even know what that is... some sort of spandex figure skating costume from an 80s Ice Capades show, maybe?

Stella can't figure out how to use her camera but says, "I am rock and roll. And I'm gonna die being rock and roll and if you don't like it get the %*$! outta here." I like the way the end of her statement drifted off into a Joe Pesci-like whine. She's chosen a photo of a studded horse blinder and her "gay little grommet" hammering is pissing everyone off, but I like the final result. It's a bit trashy but so is Stella. In a good way.

Kelli shoots a Mad Max-esque fire hydrant. Her resulting dress is definitely Mad Max. Not sure it shouts "will put out fire," though.

Terri gets grafitti. Blurry grafitti. Her dress looks like a Monet (in both senses of the word). Not sure what those pants were all about. Guest judge Sandra Bernhard (who looks totally scary now she's had so much plastic surgery) wrote "Fierce, sexy and in control. I have a knife and I will cut you up!" Okay!

Keith likes the colors on some building (but uses a ruined wet magazine cover) and talks about how it's tough being gay in Salt Lake City. I bet. His model drops out, but as Keith opines, "You have to make it work. You have to create killer fashion." Too bad the judges don't think so, and Michael Kors says, "It literally looked like toilet paper caught in a windstorm."

I can't tell what Kenley's shot. She's too busy bitching about Keith. Oh, it's a map and her fabric looks nothing like it. The final look... hahaha... yeah (see photo at top). Oh my God, the judges like it?! Sigh.

Jerrell's wearing a facial mask. He took a picture of a fountain. His dress is olive green and has a ruffled train. I don't understand the leap, but he designs for Saudi royalty so what do I know, right?

Joe shoots a lighting fixture. How very hetero. The resulting dress gets him to the next round, but I can't say I'm excited about it.

Suede "is here to rock it" and is "working with a shirtdress silhouette." I can practically hear the producers off-screen going "use the third person more! More! MORE!!!!" It's not... awful, but he's worried it doesn't represent New York.

Korto designed a black jumpsuit. A boring. Black. Jumpsuit... that's based on... God only knows what. I don't know who's going out on the town in these outfits. I'm perturbed.

Leanne's dress looks interesting. Not sure how it represents architectural tree planter yet, but we'll see. The skirt is beautiful but the top sort of ruins it for me. Heidi would wear it, though, and MK loves that it's separates because "let's be honest, people don't wear dresses every day of their lives!"

At one point tonight Tim said, "Choose a way." I like "Make it work" better. Hilariously, we got to hear T perplexedly exclaim, "Holla at ya boy!" I think I've found my new voicemail message.

Kenley and her stupid tulle bubble skirt win (which is further proof this show has gone off the rails). Emily and her poorly placed ruffle are out. K looks angry. I'm not sure why they keep showing her and her mopey face as they bid farewell to E. Are they dating now? Beware the PR hookup! Last week Wesley (who's dating Daniel) got auf'ed and now this? I'm not trying to start rumors (well, not really, anyway), I just don't understand those shots. She won. She should be thrilled, right?!

Oh, and I didn't write about last week's So You Think You Can Dance because I was so shocked about Will's departure I didn't know what to say. Also, I was tired and had to wake up at 4.30 am last Thursday so I could go to Whistler, inhale dust and scramble around on a mountaintop. I will recap tonight and tomorrow's show after this week's results are in.

Toodles!
Ms. P

I'm Alive

I was just ridin' the bunnyplane...

Project Runway post tonight.

Good afternoon,
Ms. P

Project Runway - Episode 2

"Any decision that's not Suede going home is the right decision." - err, Suede.

The show opens with Suede talking about himself in the third person and Stella drinking grass.

I just noticed that Suede has a blue tail to go with his blue fauxhawk. Thank God he's rocking not one, but TWO tired hair trends.

Stella needs to work on her addiction to white eyeliner. Otherwise, I kind of like her.

Tonight's challenge is green materials used to make a cocktail dress for the models... who will do the shopping. The designers look like they're going to have a coronary so that's fun.

The models return from Mood and the contestants look suitably disgusted with the exception of Son of Jerrel.

"This is the outside of the dress? O - ohhh." - Tim Gunn (who followed that using the phrase "hot mess)

Suede is a bisexual Sagittarius. People are starting to complain about him talking in the third person... which is just going to make him do it more.

Blayne the Orange made up some new "---- licious" word. I really wish he would stop trying to be Christian. It's grody.

Lots of similar fabrics and some similar design going on. No immunity for this challenge, but the winner gets their dress manufactured and sold on Bluefly.com.

What happened to Tim's "It looks like a pink pterodactyl out of a gay Jurassic Park" line? I was really looking forward to that zinger.

It's runway time...

The special guest judge is Natalie Portman. "She's the last person I would imagine being on Project Runway," says Tom, but she's here to hawk her new eco-friendly vegan shoe line.

Keith is stoked about his gold drapery point of view.

Terri is proud of her ruffled navy pencil-skirted yawn.

Wesley wishes he could have worked out the fit on his, well, I don't know what that is. "This looks like 20 sets of human hands touched it." - Michael Kors

Jerrell's streetwalker ensemble doesn't fit in the bust, not that there's much of one.

Jennifer's eye for the floaty continues to impress me.

Daniel's happy, but I'm not sure about what. I'm reminded of an oil spill for some reason.

Joe thinks he nailed his bronze party concoction. I confess I'm sort of intrigued by the sci-fi looking circle in the center. I expected it to light up and call the mother ship.

Suede thinks his young Hollywood confection would look great on a red carpet. A red carpet in hell, maybe. The judges are falling all over themselves over it. I'm going to barf.

Kenley came up with something... interesting. It's Tom's favorite and definitely the most well made of the show.

Kelli... well, Kelli's lucky she has immunity.

Leanne has the third bronze dress to come down the runway. Or is it the fourth? Does it matter? Her outfit reminds of dripping molasses. She really is the silent fashion assassin as she's just murdered that dress.

Stella's champagne rock frock is one of my faves so far (although I do wonder how one would sit in it without pulling a Paris/Lindsay/Britney). The judges are impressed that she put her own style into it, and without leather!

It pains me to say this, but I don't completely hate Blayne's dress.

Emily is really excited about her ultra short minidress. I'm... less so.

Korto thinks her dress is elegant. However, Michael says, "Curvy girls, they don't want fins off their butt."

And the winner is... Suede. Um, I'm seriously tempted to stop watching this show now. Are the judges blind or am I?! I really want to see Natalie Portman in that thing.

It's auf wiedersehen to Wesley. Drat. I'm really going to miss his shorts combos.

Lots of crying tonight. Already?!

And so it goes,
Ms. P

The Dark Knighty Night

SPOILER ALERT...

ALERT DU SPOILER...

SPOILERAGE...

Random, discombobulated thoughts on The Dark Knight, which I've just returned home from seeing...

It was so bleak, but in a way I sort of love (mostly because it will freak the bejesus out of all the idiots who are going to see it and should be thinking about their own strange natures but don't... and I'm not saying that everyone who goes to see this movie is an idiot...)

I was not impressed by the Lord of the Rings ending, though... where it could have ended and didn't, could have and didn't, etc.

When the cops were getting shot at on "lower 5th," why did they not shoot back? That really bothered me for some reason. I also thought the decision to go underground instead of turning left was rather daft.

Why does Batman sound so strange when he's being Batman? Bruce Wayne has a normal voice. Does having all that latex around his neck constrict his vocal chords or something?

I felt sad every time Heath Ledger came on. I really wanted to enjoy his performance, but it was tough. That said, he was pretty neat.

I'm impressed that a major studio would allow a summer blockbuster to be so harsh and disturbing. Yes, it's all well and good that the people on the ferries didn't blow each other up, but the "average white dude" (I wonder if he's credited as that) refrained from putting the explode on the prisoners only because he wussed out. Not because he didn't want to.

Either way I found it an interesting use of the Milgram Experiment.

I'm less impressed that parents are taking their smaller kids to see this.

Aaron Eckhart is awesome, although his half-face made me laugh and roll my eyes which I'm not sure was the desired effect. Maggie Gyllenhaal is less awesome but better than Katie Holmes (and a certain part of her frontal region didn't stick out once, which was nice).

My final thought... the world needs a little less conversation, a little more action.

From Eric Roberts to Emma, I'm now watching Nancy Drew so I don't have nightmares about the Glasgow Smile...
Ms. P

Recent Google Searches and Mamma Mia!

I am amused daily by the Google searches that lead to my blog...

A smattering of recent gems:

"Jerelll Scott is hot." Wow. Really?!!! He thinks too much of himself to be hot in my eyes, but okay.

I'm still getting "Does Bret Michaels wear a wig?" Yes, that shiny plastic Barbie hair coming out of his bandana is totally real. I'm sure of it.

Loads of hits for Lil' C's words of wisdom on last week's So You Think You Can Dance so I guess it bears repeating: "It's really difficult to locate the avenue of gain when you're being chauffeured by loss." So very true. Maybe he was talking about Bret Michaels' hair.

Quite a few "naked women in Kentucky's" lately. Not sure I really understand that one. It feels so random. I mean, wouldn't being more specific, like, "naked women in Paducah" seem more helpful?

And finally, "women who love men who can dance freestyle rock roll sex." I like how the second search result is, "The Top 10 Rock Songs Black People Love, a Post Written by a Black Person."

I'm running the Mamma Mia! trailer above because:

a) I saw Mamma Mia! last night.

b) When joyful, it was most excellent.

c) Colin Firth rules.

d) Meryl Streep can do anything.

e) Stellan Skarsgard in spandex singing "Waterloo" will be imprinted on my brain forever.

The downside, the film feels uneven and I wasn't overly fond of Amanda Seyfried's performance (although she looked great and her singing voice is quite passable).

I have a dream, a song to sing,

Ms. P

Beverly Hills 90210 Spinoff

I'm sure you've all heard about the CW 90210 spinoff that Veronica Mars creator Rob Thomas is doing.

Well, it turns out Jennie Garth, Shannen Doherty and Tori Spelling are all going to reprise their roles in guest appearances.

Quelle excitement! Kelly's a guidance counselor at West Beverly High! Brenda's going to direct the high school musical! Donna owns a boutique! Joe E Tata's back at the Peach Pit!

I was always more of a Melrose Place fan, though,
Ms. P

So You Think You Can Dance - And Then There Were 8

Cat actually looks normal tonight. She's just announced that the show's makeup team was nominated for an Emmy. Shockingly, no hair and wardrobe? Goodness, what a surprise.

Last night's show started off a bit strange with new pairings. Josh's Frankenstein hip hop was pretty rad but highlighted Courtney's weaknesses. Kherington and Mark have no chemistry and good lord, a two-step?!! Their "Canned Heat" routine wasn't any better and Kherington's stripper solo only highlighted why I don't like her too much. Comfort and Twitch waltzing to Journey's "Open Arms" was hilarious! Loved their hip hop routine to my new favorite song, "Forever" by some guy called Chris Brown. As for Chelsie and Gev... Chelsea's the stronger dancer and she's hot. Problem is she knows it. I just love Katee and she made Will look better (thank God Jessica's gone. That girl bugged). Their pas de deux was a tad messy but ended beautifully.

Lots of group performances tonight as the show opens with a Bollywood number that you think would be more exciting with all the dancers going at it but Katee and Josh's routine was better, methinks.

Mia Michaels choreographs some "Ave Maria" thing with the girls and she's in tears at the end. I wonder why? Because she hates all the female dancers? Because she hates Celine Dion Because she considers herself a fallen angel? Maybe she's like me and is harsher on women because they represent all of us. No? I'd like to get to the root of this.

I'm glad Cat has gone back to saying "Yor jidges!" I really missed that.

Oh, who will be leaving us tonight? I guess I only really care about Katee at this point. Comfort and Kherington are in the bottom two. Not surprising.

The guys do a "Five Guys Named Moe" group routine choreographed by Nigel Lythgoe and it's about a million times more dynamic than the girls' piece. I do sort of feel like I'm watching N'Sync, though.

My guess for the bottom two guys is Gev and Mark. Am I right? It's hard to pick a favorite dude. I really like Mark and Josh. And Twitch. Will's growing on me. Gev, not so much.

Cat pronounces the word kudos "kudoss."

Gev and Mark. I so called it. Bent pinkies crossed for Mark.

It's last look solo time. For the first time ever, Comfort's solo impresses me. Bummer that she's probably the one going home.

Li'l C's words of wisdom, "It's really difficult to locate the avenue of gain when you're being chauffeured by loss." I want to get that tattooed across my back now. Not really.

Mark's solo is... interesting. Li'l C tells him he's "the most instrumental worker bee of the art hive." I think Li'l C ought to head on over to America's Best Dance Crew and show Li'l Mama what for.

Kherington surprises me with a modest but fairly uninteresting solo. I like her better with long hair, though. Li'l C says, "You are on a realistic TV show." Ha!

I gotta hand it to Gev. I liked his solo better than Mark's. It even ended too soon.

It's time for the ax to fall on... Kherington!!!! Holy cow. I am actually in shock. Kherington's family looks pissed... and Gev?!!! Holy cow x 2. Color me surprised as hell. Oh well, at least they made the tour.

On a serious note, I'm impressed that there's a show - as goofy as SYTYCD is - on TV that showcases so many different styles of dance and with some pretty amazing choreographers and dancers. I've seen dance from Broadway to Merce Cunningham to the Royal Ballet, and I'm regularly impressed with what I see here.

I hope that didn't sound totally pretentious,
Ms. P

Project Runway - Episode 1

We're all pysched for season 5 of Project Runway, right? Season 4 lacked a bit of drama, and there are maybe two frocks that I even remember so let's hope that this fifth go round, and the last in NYC (can you believe they're going to Los Angeles AND Lifetime next year? I'm still shaking my head), fashionably delivers the goods.

We're introduced to the contestants and then omg! here comes Austin Scarlett to welcome the boys and girls to Gristede's for the grocery store challenge.

I see someone purchasing bell peppers and kale... okay... Tim tells the group they're a bunch of slackers after witnessing tablecloth after tablecloth on the dress forms. Tee hee.

Also, can I just say that I would like a Bluefly.com accessory wall? I'm sure they'd give me one once they saw how fashionable I am (not).

Random thoughts on the designers and their episode 1 creations...

Jerrell Scott. Son of Jerell needs to button his shirt. He says he designs for celebrities and Saudi royalty. I say that's a pretty broad statement. I hope I never see his umbrella drink accented dress on either. Also, his TG impersonation blows.

Blayne Walsh. The self-confesssed tanning junkie makes me wonder how orange he'll be by the time he's auf wiedersehen'ed? At first glance his "girlicious" garment looks disturbing (Michael Kors said it looked like the model had on a diaper). His personality reminds me of Vincent the Insane from season 3. Oh dear God, he's a barista in real life.

Joe Faris. The hetero guy with facial hair. Who was last season's? Kevin or something? Zzzz... He put pasta on a skirt and made a halter out of an oven mitt. How very... Betty Crocker.

Stella Zotis. The female Jeffrey Sebelia. "Tim, I have a dilemma. I have picked a garbage bag." So maybe the female JS doesn't recreate his success. I once wore a garbage bag to a seventh grade social. Seriously.

Jennifer Diedrich. She seems a little boring and greets Tim in a towel, but her clothes look beautiful and her white ruffled minidress made out of paper towels is pretty cute and seems fairly wearable, although not by me... especially with those lipstick smooches on it.

Kelli Martin. The punk rock boutique owner with requisite tattoos, she made a dress out of burnt coffee filters and vacuum bag cleaners with hook and eye closures made out of a spiral notebook wire that equals ugly halter, but beautiful skirt.

Terri Stevens. She works fast but fast doesn't mean good. I swear I saw a mesh catsuit in her portfolio. However, I might be swayed by the fact that she crocheted a mop as part of her ensemble.

Jerry Tam. Oooh, interesting Asian minimalist. His concept of April Showers sounds good, but... well... I hope the judges will be fooled... oops, they're not. They think it looks like a serial killer's outfit (see above) and a "handiwipe gone wrong."

Suede. Not only am I irked that someone who is 37 years old would call himself "Suede," Suede talks about himself in the third person ("Suede needed to make miillions for Suede") so of course I hate him already. Suede's blue and golden blond (in honor of the the Cub Scouts? Notre Dame?) fauxhawk is stupid. Suede has been cast for drama, but he doesn't seem as interesting as Christian or Santino. More Wendy Pepper. I mean, a picnic tablecloth and doggie bags?!

Emily Brandle. Emily owns a company called Smoke and Mirrors Clothing and is here "to do a job" and she's "gonna do it." Well, I don't know if this is "it" but I sure hope not. Can someone please tell me what this is? She thinks it's forward and wearable. I'm not so sure.

Keith Bryce. KB says he designs his "urban and a little bit raw" fashions with Heidi in mind. He also says he was born with his "gift" that others train for years to attain. Good for him. He's fashioning something possibly interesting except that he, too, is using a tablecloth du picnic.

Kenley Collins. She says her aesthetic is "loud" while wearing an orange dress with a giant bright yellow flower in her hair. At least she's self-aware, and true to form her first frock made out of dodgeball and lawn chair is... slightly architectural and slightly deafening.

Daniel Field. The second coming of Malan Breton or Daniel Vosovic? He put together an interesting strapless concoction out of plastic cups so maybe he's more like the second coming of Mychael Knight, who did the ultra fab coffee filter dress, and has apparently now changed the spelling of his name to Mychael. Umm.. yeah...

Korto Momolu. Liberian Korto now lives in, err, Little Rock, Arkansas. Poor thing. Korto's salad neckpiece has her "praying the tomatoes stay in place." Her sunny vegetable couture with tomato brooches (she called them broaches) is good enough to put her in contention as a possible winner for the challenge. Austin calls the veggies "alive fresh grocery product."

Leanne Marshall. The silent fashion assassin? Okay, I almost liked this Feist lookalike until she said that... and had a marshmallow covered pink thing come walking down the runway.

Wesley Nault: Wesley worked for Marc Jacobs, thinks highly of himself, and uses fur so whatever. His blindingly yellow fly swatter whatever that is = meh.

Kelli (and her coffee filtered bust) is the big winner and Jerry's out. Asians won't be representin' this season. Bummer. I mean, what's wrong with serial killers?!

Speaking of killers, I wonder if Tim Gunn off'ed anyone with that champagne cork.

On another note, I can't be the only person excited about Mamma Mia!, right? Right?!

It's 2 am and I'm watching Dracula 2000. It's amazing that Gerard Butler, Jonny Lee Miller, Christopher Plummer, Jennifer Esposito, Jeri Ryan, Danny Masterson, Nathan Fillion and Omar Epps were all this desperate in the Y2K.

Power-saw to the people,
Ms. P

Project Runway Starts Tonight!

Or, started...

Here's an exclusive preview!!



Enjoy!
Ms. P

ps. Okay, so the real PR post is coming tomorrow. I'm still trying to finish watching So You Think You Can Dance.

The LP Questionnaire - Joe Vaux

I first met Joe Vaux at the offices of The Family Guy/American Dad. MMJ had been invited to observe one of the table readings and obviously that was just too neato of an experience to pass up.

After the read-through they gave us a tour of the whole operation and on the way we were introduced to Mr. Vaux, and I noticed that he was also a most excellent artist in his own right.

Flash forward to me starting this whole LP Questionnaire business.... I asked Joe to participate a while ago which he so kindly did.

Flash forward some more, and I come to find that he's part of a group show starting this Friday at my favorite gallery in the world, Gallery 1988.

G1988 recently opened their San Francisco arm (the original is in Los Angeles at Melrose and La Brea), and they routinely show groundbreaking supercool artists.

If you're in SF, please don't miss "Strangely Mannered."

Either way, please enjoy JV on The LP Questionnaire...

Name: Joe Vaux
Pro Wrestling Name: They call me Wolf Bobcat in the ring, but while I'm in the air getting ready to apply a wicked pile driver they call me The Atomic Rat.

1. Pretend you're 15. Name three songs you'd put on a mix tape for your girlfriend. Pixies "Wave of Mutilation" slow and fast version. Jane's Addiction's "Summertime rolls" and Yes' "Close to the Edge."

2. Which evil villain would make the best president? Ming the Merciless vs. Darth Bush. Ming wins by TKO in the the 10th round. Both have "axis" to lots of evil.

3. What was your favorite cartoon as a child? There can't be just one, sooo; Spider Man and his Amazing friends, Smurfs, and Dungeons and Dragons.

4. What superpower do you wish you had? China

5. What would the title of your autobiography be? Everybody Poops

Thanks for dropping by. I hope you've been riveted by this edition of The LP Questionnaire. Read more here, if you like. Recent participants include Warren Ellis, Bill Hader and Fred Armisen. Or maybe you'd be interested in past victims Billy Zoom, Hanson or, uh, my husband.

G'night,
Ms. P

Help Your Friend

This appears to be an interactive video for Good Morning America that ran yesterday. It features My Morning Jacket and their song "I'm Amazed."

You can submit your own video, and maybe you'll make it into part II!

I tried to embed, but the darn thing wouldn't work.

Three small words,
Ms. P

From the Men are Dumb, Women are Crazy Department

Rolling Stones guitarist Ron Wood, 61, has apparently walked out on his wife and four kids for an 18-year old cocktail waitress.

What is it with old dudes named Ron who like to pick up young women?

Grody,
Ms. P

So You Think You Can Dance - And Then There Were 10

So, I don't understand why everyone is still raving over Jessica and Will's half naked contemporary routine from last night.

I also don't understand how Kherington and Twitch ended up in the bottom six (and Courtney and Gev didn't?). Or why the judges aren't applauding Twitch's solo.

Other things I don't get:

Cat's hair. Are there birds in there? She looked halfway normal last night. I knew it couldn't last.

Katy Perry. At all.

Why everyone keeps dancing to One Republic. Two solos tonight.

The generic contemporary chick solo that involves a lot of running around then rolling on the floor then looking overwrought. Zzzzz...

Nigel's half masked drooling over some of the girls. It's starting to give me the heebs.

Okay, solos are over... oh goodness, who will be cut?!

It seems to be a given that Comfort and Thayne are on their way out. Matters not to me.

My favorites so far: Katee and Josh. Loved their Bollywood routine! Smashing!

And so it is... farewell Comfort and Thayne. Nice knowing ya. I guess.

Until tomorrow,
Ms. P

My iPod is a Genius

I was going to write this whole post about how my iPod is a genius, how when it's set to shuffle it dazzles me by going from Duran Duran to Cyndi Lauper, etc etc. And then again, maybe not because Phantom Planet into Donna Summer doesn't really make sense...

I was also going to marvel at my ability to sing along to over 150 songs in the course of a night painting my mother-in-law's house... how I can remember all those lyrics but cannot remember Tom's birthday or our wedding anniversary.

I've always been amazed at how my brain only wants to retain useless information.

Anyway, all this stuff happened over the weekend and now feels very uninteresting. It was probably uninteresting at the time, too, but after huffing paint for a million hours and getting very little sleep it seemed compltely fascinating.

So did listening to Big Country (see above)...

I'm still excited about Rafael Nadal's big win over Roger Federer, though I did feel a bit sad for Fed. You could tell he was heartbroken. However, it's impossible not to love Rafa, and I've been following him (and his capri pants) for a few years now. He has mucho heart. He wrote a Wimbledon blog for ESPN.com. It's pretty cute... just like him.

And finally, I'm so glad my friend C shared this amazing invention with me (even if she did send it with a note saying whoever made this needs to get laid)...


Go to Make:Blog to see details on this fine achievement in geekery. I'm so lobbying for MMJ to take this out on their next tour.

Okay, I've bored you enough...

Toodles,
Ms. P

Why Kentucky, Why? - Sex for Gas Edition... and Streets of Fire

I'm fond of reporting embarrassing Kentucky stories, and this was about to go right up there with the best of them, but now I'm thinking Angela Eversole might be pretty enterprising trading sex for a $100 Speedway gas card. But maybe she's selling herself short with the rising cost of fuel.

In other news...

They say you can get anything in New York and apparently now you can even go to a vagina spa. I confess I can think of about five million items on my list of things to do before visiting a vagina spa. But that's just me. Apparently one of the services is called the Lazy Susan.

Jesse Helms died today. Well, technically yesterday. Either way he's still a racist.

Christopher Hitchens tried waterboarding. This made me laugh for some reason. I wonder if he saw God.

Venus and Serena Williams meet in the women's final of Wimbledon tomorrow morning. Rafael Nadal faces Roger Federer on Sunday. Go Rafa!! I don't care which Williams sister wins although I guess I favor Venus. Women's tennis is really going into the toilet now that Justine Henin retired. I'm a little bummed.

And finally, last night I watched the 80s gem Streets of Fire starring Michael Pare (whose picture I had on my wall when I was 13 or something), Diane Lane, Rick Moranis, Amy Madigan, Willem Dafoe, Bill Paxton and Deborah Van Valkenburgh (who I used to think was so purty). Seriously, what were all these talented actors thinking? Okay, I'm not sure Michael Pare was that talented since like Eddie in Eddie in the Cruisers, he pretty much disappeared only to resurface briefly in The Virgin Suicides.

I couldn't tell if this movie was set in the 40s or the 80s or both simultaneously. What was director Walter Hill thinking? I love The Warriors, though, and can sort of see SOF as a strange extension of that gang classic. I mean, who else would put Willem Dafoe in patent overalls with no shirt?

The film did spawn the hit "I Can Dream About You" (performed in the movie by some moonwalking African-American dudes, but in real life it was the super white Dan Hartman), and also featured appearances by The Blasters and several Ry Cooder tracks.

Anyhoo, please enjoy this clip of Diane Lane lip-synching to Fire, Inc's "Tonight is What it Means to be Young." I love how this is the dubbed version (see the end). What a hot mess.



Of course I own the soundtrack.

Aww yeah, Coyote Ugly just came on! I'm totally not going to admit how many times I've seen this movie.

Nighty night kids,
Ms. P

MMJ Velocity Cover Story

If you live in the 'ville and read this here bloggy, I encourage you to check out this lovely article by Joshua Hammann on My Morning Jacket at Radio City Music Hall.

The pictures are kind of okay, too, so ya know... pick up the hard copy where you can see way more and stuff. :D

So You Think You Can Dance is a bit dull tonight. Aside from Mia Michaels' piece nothing is really standing out. She may be a bit of a biyaatch but man, she is a killer choreographer.

Ta,
Ms. P

The LP Questionnaire - Warren Ellis

Today is the day, people! Astonishing X-men #25, the first of the Warren Ellis/Simone Bianchi collaboration for Marvel, arrives in stores today. Though I will miss the Joss Whedon/John Cassaday combo (his Beast was pretty delish), I'm psyched to see where Ellis and Bianchi take the series.

I know I don't write about comics too often (okay, maybe ever), but I am married to a massive comics enthusiast (we went to Wizard World!) so I have interest through osmosis, and Ellis is a legend in the field.

Prolific, and with a personality that extends beyond the world of the make-believe, I'm a regular reader of Ellis' blog, and in addition to his popular series Black Summer, he's also written a novel, Crooked Little Vein, and is developing a series for AMC called Dead Channel.

I'm also rather excited about Castlevania: Dracula's Curse, an animated feature he's doing based on the Castlevania video games... games I play with obsessive abandon whenever they come out.

So without further ado, please enjoy Warren Ellis on The LP Questionnaire (which he sent me a while ago, but I wanted to save it for something special).

Name: Warren Ellis
Pro Wrestling Name: Apparently it's Smooth Jackal.

1. Pretend you're 15. Name three songs you'd put on a mix tape for your girlfriend. God, 15... that makes it 1983. What did we have in 1983 that'd go on a romantic mixtape? Especially, you know, when you're 15, it's dark and cold all the time "Blue Monday," New Order. "Never Never," The Assembly. And... hell, this is tough, actually. "Red Red Wine"? The Banshees covering "Dear Prudence"? No: Dexy's Midnight Runners doing "Come On Eileen."

2. Which evil villain would make the best President? Hell, I don't care. I live in England. Watching you actually choose an evil villain every four years is a great spectator sport for us out here in the rest of the world. Although we confess to some disappointment that Arnold Schwarzenegger won't be running against Jesse Ventura in '08. What a cage match that would be.

3. What was your favorite cartoon as a child? I remember when I was very small, seven or eight years old, my favourite cartoon was this odd Japanese import called Marine Boy, that played all one summer on the morning TV.

4. What superpower do you wish you had? Teleportation. Without a doubt. Except maybe I'd like the power of Not Dying better.

5. What would the title of your autobiography be? I Am Not Finished, So Sod Off

Thanks so much for joining us for this edition of The LP Questionnaire. You can read other groovy LP?s here, if you like.

I heart Beast,
Ms. P

ps. I would have given a photo credit but could not find a shooter to go with the shot. Cute pic, though.

Tuesday Funnyness

Will Smith loves Scientology... and Carl Broemel. Who knew?!

Apologies for the picture says a thousand words post, but a) my head hurts and b) I have nothing interesting to say (and please no "Do you ever?" comments because that would just be mean).

So You Think You Can Dance report tomorrow!
Ms. P