Time to shill for a friend (as if I don’t do that enough — btw, check out my friend Heather’s book, Eat Your Feelings: Recipes for Self-Loathing. On sale now and beloved by the New Yorker!). Anyway, my buddy Chris models, and apparently there’s a website out there which is attempting to crown “the hottest male models in the business,” as chosen by reader votes. Basically, it’s some guy’s shameless way of getting traffic by posting a whole lot of man flesh. Nevertheless, Chris is in the running and needs votes. That’s where you come in. If you’d be so kind, head on over to the site, and on the right-hand side, send a vote Chris’s way (he’s #7, Christopher Nogiec). I’m sure he’d be very appreciative.
Vote here: Model Survivor
ADVENTURES IN DOMESTICITY: In Search of Blondie Redemption
Two nights ago, I attempted to make a simple batch of blondies and was met with pure disaster. Well, I shouldn’t say that. My baking follies gave way to the creation of an entirely new dessert / ice cream topping: Blondie Crumble. However, as lovely as that penicillin-esque discovery was, it still could not provide an ample substitute for an actual blondie. Even worse, I was now the laughing stock of my friends (not to mention IndianJones’s brother, who wrote a rather disdainful missive pertaining to my ineptitude in the kitchen). I needed to redeem myself. I needed to prove that I could successfully make blondies. After all, I’ve pulled off black and white cookies. Surely I could do this.
And so last night I set out on my latest project, which I aptly named Blondies: Redemption. Was I successful? Pictures after the jump…
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MISADVENTURES IN DOMESTICITY: Blondie Disaster Edition
In honor of last night’s season finale of Big Brother (photocap to come), I decided to bake some blondies — partially in support of Jordan, but mostly in support of my sweet tooth. Unfortunately, things didn’t turn out quite the way I was expecting them to, and sadly, the blame falls squarely on me. Photos of this tragic blondie disaster (or BLONDSASTER as Rachel Zoe might call it) are limited, but the full story is after the jump.
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POOR DECISIONS: Twitter Edition
I can’t believe I forgot to post this. One of my Twitter followers posted this to his account back on July 4th weekend. It’s best read from the bottom up. There’s probably a lesson to be learned here, kids…
Don’t worry — he was okay.
RACHEL ZOE PHOTOCAP: The Skinny on Rachel
Well, I’ve just finished watching another episode of The Rachel Zoe Project, and I’ve yet to actually find anything compelling about the show. Sure, this week there was insight into how Rachel deals with the media and issues with her gaunt frame, but overall, there’s simply not a lot of fascinating stuff on screen. The only thing that keeps me tuned in is the ridiculous banter that streams from everyone’s mouths. I guess that counts as compelling. Either way, while I still find the series to be amazingly shallow, it’s just too photocap-worthy to be ignored.
Pics after the jump…
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HOUSEWIVES PHOTOCAP: A Fashion Show with Fashions!
Apparently there are only two things you can do in Atlanta: photo shoots and fashion shows. Well, last week on The Real Housewives of Atlanta, we got to see a photo shoot (one of those alter-ego thangs that are ALLLLL the rage!). This week, we got a fashion show. WITH fashions! What a revelation! Yes, the busy beaver that is Lisa Wu Hartwell decided to expand beyond just her joory line and launch a new label, Closet Freak. Gotta say – I don’t love the name, mostly because it kind of sounds like it’s catering towards closet gay guys who enjoy deviant behavior, but that’s just me. At least it’s better than She By Shereé, the phantom fashion line that has yet to actually debut any garments or sartorial vision. Of course, if you ask Sherayay, you’d think her wares were on sale in every boutique from Fifth Avenue to Rodeo. The woman acts like the second coming of Anna Wintour and certainly did not hide her disdain for Lisa’s attempts to break into the fashion industry. But of course, at least Lisa’s clothes are tangible, which may have stoked some jealousy in Sherayay. Why else would she arrive so late to the fashion show? Oh that’s right. Her kid had a MIDNIGHT RECITAL. Don’t you hate when schools do that?
Speaking of kids, we saw a little bit of parenting from both Nene and Kim last night. Nene scolded her son for looking a mess and having no ambition. Her motherly instincts were great fun to watch, and while I’m not sure cornrows are gonna automatically make him a respectable member of society, at least Nene has the right idea of what his future should be. Meanwhile, Kim honed her inner-Teresa Giudice and took her seven year old child on a $3,000 shopping spree. You know, Kimmay, it’s okay to say NO once in a while. And besides, if you keep plumping your kids up with the Chick-Fil-A and McDonalds, they’re not gonna be able to fit into those expensive duds anyway. Why waste the money? But if anyone appreciates some bodily inflation, it’s Kim, who lets her ta-tas hang out like two wobbly cantaloups any chance she gets. Case in point: Kim’s wig party, which was highly unimpressive. It looked like she’d just busted open a bunch of hair pieces from the Halloween display at Target. The blame probably lies squarely with Kim’s odd gay sidekick whose personal style alone would certainly give me a red flag or two. Not sure he’d be my go-to man to launch anything fashionable. But this is Kim. Taste isn’t necessarily her forte. In fact, not much seems to be her forte –Â except, of course, chain smoking, guzzling white wine, and singing poorly. It’s kind of a shame knowing that Kandi’s good work with the “Tardy for the Party” backing track will soon be utterly ruined by Kim’s musically challenged voice. Oh well. It’s all part of the fun, I guess.
Photos after the jump.
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HOUSEWIVES PREVIEW: Don't Be Tardy To The Party, Sherayay!
The Real Housewives of Atlanta is on once again tonight, and it looks like we’ve got some petty drama coming our way. First, Sherayay arrives fashionably late to Lisa’s very own fashion show — so fashionably late that she misses the entire thing. Passive-aggression? Or a genuine mishap? I’m sure various squabbles shall reveal all. A clip of this very scandalous behavior is above.
After the jump, check out a clip of Nene wearing Kim’s wig and making fun of her to her face, leading to general awkwardness. Also, “Tardy for the Party” slowly comes together as Kandi takes the tune to some producers who make a fairly catchy backing track –Â which will later be ruined by Kim’s vocals.
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B-Side Blog World Domination Continues!
Very exciting news today. Blogs.com has ranked this site as one of its Top Ten TV Blogs! I’m very excited and thankful for the mention, and I only hope to make the site bigger and better (although, for those of you who have ads encroaching on the text… um… sorry. I don’t know how to fix that). Anyway, check out the article, written by the authors of Serial Drama, and thanks again to Blogs.com for the mention!
I Want To Live In This Commercial
This commercial captivates me every time — especially since it’s so much more glamorous than what I’m presently doing: lying on my couch with a laptop. Sigh.
Who Did Michaela Watkins Piss Off At NBC?
Last week, news broke that Lorne Michaels had dropped Michaela Watkins and Casey Wilson from Saturday Night Live. Casey Wilson’s ouster was understandable. She never quite made an impression, and her acting skills were questionable. But Michaela Watkins? That’s the big question mark. Fans were already pegging her as the Next Big Thing. Her Arianna Huffington impersonation was spot-on, and her giggling, straight-man Hoda Kotb was the perfect foil to Kristin Wiig’s loony Kathy Lee Gifford in what became an instant favorite sketch — the fourth hour of the Today Show parody. But even more importantly, Watkins had Angie Tempura, an internet gossip blogger whose signature line — “Bitch pleeeeeze” — ascended to the ranks of catch phrase, that all important brass ring that so many cast members hope to grab. I know my friends and I say it, and I’ve heard others do the same.
So with all these things going for Watkins in her first year alone, why on Earth would she be dropped? It simply doesn’t make sense. And if anyone has to go, why keep fellow rookie Abby Elliot? She’s not necessarily bad, but she’s hardly made the impression that Watkins had. It all leads me to believe we have some sort of high-level conspiracy going on. Perhaps this is the second coming of Norm MacDonald, who was axed because he made too many O.J. Simpson jokes (Simpson was a friend of an NBC exec at the time). So what could it be? Who did Michaela offend???
What do you think? Should Michaela Watkins have been dropped? And if SNL needs to cut some fat, who should Lorne Michaels have dropped instead?