I watched a lot of TV yesterday. This week was revolutionary--I didn't turn the box on ONCE. Well, that's a lie. We watched a movie that we'd TiVo'd, but that doesn't count. Anyway, after an afternoon of mediocre entertainment, I can't wait for fall TV to start up again.
I started my session with the guy who won The Next Food Network Star (the one who robbed Reggie of the title), Guy Fieri, who now has a show on the FN. Guy is so much better to watch than those forced "Hearty Boys", but I still wasn't feeling it. (Although I did make a mental note to try his jazzed-up Tater Tots). Then I moved onto The Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency. Janice, even though I think you're at the threshold of insanity, I get a kick out of you. I do. But is the hazy lighting that illuminates your face on every one of your close-ups really necessary? Be proud Janice. You're probably aging better than the rest of them. And that bit about your mammogram was just weird. There is nothing wrong with promoting the importance of certain health screening procedures on your show. I just don't know that I want it to come from you. Next, I moved onto the only bright spark on my TV horizon these days, Project Runway. Even that didn't do it for me. I'm a few episodes behind and watched the one with the dog outfit challenge. I thought it was boring, in spite of my being a big fan of all dogs. So You Think You Can Dance? was fun as usual, although the combined annoying-ness of Cat Deeley and Mary Murphy is starting to wear thin. Are they permanent fixtures? (This is my first season.) And in spite of her constant grimaces, I think Heidi is a fabulous dancer. Sometimes, just sometimes, I find her style a tad over-exaggerated, but this critique from someone who watches the dancing while fully horizontal with a snack at arm's reach, just doesn't seem fair. Finally, I hit a downward spiral and the jackpot all at the same time in the form of a Laguna Beach marathon. At last I got to see the 6-7 episodes that I missed last year--prom, graduation, LC and Jason, the catfight during the trip to Cabo. I couldn't tear myself away. At the end of each half-hour installment, I would tell myself, "Ok, ONE more. One." That didn't happen. I am entirely caught up.
I also test drove a Rabbit this weekend. I am in love. But no car yet. I was strong. The numbers they crunched weren't as good as they could have been. I know I can get a better interest rate elsewhere. And do I really need a brand new car? Probably not. Not now anyway.
And to end this - here's some news from earlier in the week that I forgot to blog about. And really, how ridiculous is it that I would forget to blog about seeing Michael Vartan in the flesh? At Bristol Farms. Right in front of me in the checkout line. He was looking quite delicious in a scruffy sort of way, and was so nice to the people working at BF. I have many friends who are in love with Agent Vaughn. I feel very lucky to have had this very close encounter.