<- Crazy man...we must stop him!So, it appears that I accidently created two accounts on Blogger and didn't even realise it...hence having thought one blog disappeared when it was only that I was logging into the wrong account...oops. So, what to do? Well, I much prefer the template of the second blog, but I did a lot more adjusting on this blog. I guess I can just ask myself which URL I prefer...hmm. Or I could keep both of them and use them for different reasons. Very complicated. I think that I will think it over and suprise you with the conclusion. (Plus I have four papers to write, so I really shouldn't be messing around on the internet...right?).
So you know I'm not one to question the taste level of Project Runway's magnetic minx, Nina Garcia, but I had two huge issues with the judging panel last night. First, as EW's Mark Harris pointed out in his brilliant TV Watch, how come Bradley's ''droopy bronze lunchbag of a blouse with built-in room for an osteoporosis hump in the back'' didn't land him at or near the bottom of the fabric heap? And secondly, how come there's been no love -- heck, barely even a full minute of airtime this season -- for consistently innovative Michael? I thought his dog-show dress was saucy, especially the cross-paneled bust that reminded me a little bit of braided bread. And his coffee filter concoction from episode 1 was a far richer blend (sorry) than Keith's basic blue sheet dress, no? Oh Nina, Nina, Nina, what gives? I am not doing this with you, todaaaaaay.
