Lost and Project Runway–huh???
Sometimes a girl needs to sit on the couch under a big afghan with a large warm dog beside her and have an unrelaxing time watching TV.
Sorry this post is a little late in the day, but I had to tape both shows because I’m genetically incapable of staying up late, and I just finished watching. So let’s discuss.
First of all, Lost. We learned that:
1. Locke is still walking in his past life (were you thinking maybe the cop would shoot him out in the woods, and that’s how Locke ended up in the wheelchair? I’m always on my guard for the explanation of what happened to his legs), he still has all his hair, he’s not angry anymore (which is remarkable, since his love affair with the woman from his anger-management group didn’t work out so well), he’s all about growing some pot, and he’s incredibly naive about picking up hitch hikers. What did our moms always tell us??
2. Speaking of hair, Boone’s isn’t looking so good. Nor Charlie’s, for that matter. That whole vision/dream/sweat hallucination with Boone was cree-pee. I realized midway through it that I was sucking on my blankie out of sheer nervousness. Don’t like to see dream sequences where your guide has something against you (since Boone was, let’s face it, killed because of Locke) and your escort’s being all clever and mysterious, and you’re not wearing a shirt or shoes (always a position of vulnerability), and you have to find the person in the room whom you’re supposed to save. Kind of a tense situation.
3. Hurley is still fat. Sigh. There goes everybody’s fantasy about the weight-loss potential of being stranded on a desert isle.
4. I thought Mr. Eko died there for a second–didn’t you? That would have been TRAGIC, because as you know, etc.
5. Desmond is shy about his wee, and now he’s apparently psychic.
6. Polar bears not only steal humans, but also toy dump trucks.
Anything I’m missing? I swear, I couldn’t love a show more. It’s the best time I spend nervously sucking on yarn all week long.
Now on to Project Runway.
Hmmmmmm.
I still feel the taint. I still have my doubts. I don’t like liars and cheats and don’t EVER want to see them rewarded. I feel . . . unsettled. Maybe that’s just wrong and judgmental and I need to be a bigger person.
On its merits, Jeffrey’s collection really was great. As were Uli’s and Laura’s. I agree Michael’s was a little less than I was hoping for (although I still love him personally–great attitude, great spirit, a vibrant and creative guy). (And how can you not love him saying, “That’s right, America, you can call me Brace Face.”)
I don’t know. I just finished watching it, so it hasn’t really sunk in yet. If he’s innocent, then mazel tov. If not, then BOOOOO.
I hereby open up the floor.
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October 19th, 2006 at 2:13 pm
lady t. LOVES (sing-song, playground voice) jeffrey–naa,na,na,naa,na!
i vote the best outfit–laura’s black pantsuit, i’d feel sooooo pretty if i was wearing that-ooooolala. no.2, uli’s sporty beige dress with 3/4 sleeves and big bright belt and no. 3, jeffrey’s white pants (that he allegedly pulled out of his a**) and top.
October 19th, 2006 at 2:15 pm
Yeah, I thought we were going to see the origin of Locke’s paralysis, too. Damn!
Did you notice how Locke’s experience on the pot farm sort of mimics the island? Seemingly bucolic and isolated on the outside, but walk into that hatch, er, GREENHOUSE and suddenly there’s computers and dirty secrets and the whole modern world…
October 19th, 2006 at 2:55 pm
Oo, Barry, interesting point!
And Annette, did you go on-line somewhere and look at those afterward? Or are you describing those clothes from memory? Because you’re a little too detail-scary otherwise. And stop teasing Lady T. This is a no-tease playground I’m running here. Unless it’s between you and Patrick, in which case have at it.
October 19th, 2006 at 3:36 pm
Are you calling me a tease????
Ok.
October 19th, 2006 at 3:54 pm
do i have to fess it up? YES it was memory!!! (have i mentioned, that other than occasionally walking my dog or ordering pizza delivery, I HAVE NO LIFE, except that which i share with my friends on the blog and my special friends on “pr” and “24″. i just love to look at their pictures and write to them all the time, they’re so nice, and pretty, and smart, and…).
i’m going to get “lost” on dvd so i can make even more friends.
October 19th, 2006 at 4:28 pm
Thanks for the back-up on the playground,Robin. I know Annette’s kidding but I do have a history of slugging it out with others. Back in grade school,I smacked a kid with my Snoopy lunchbox(which was when they made METAL lunchboxes for kids,so yes,there was a little bit of the red stuff).
Don’t worry,Annette,I keed,I keed! But I do find Julian McMahon on Nip/Tuck very appealing and wouldn’t mind a little teasing there:D
October 19th, 2006 at 5:23 pm
Annette, I may have to drop you as body guard and go with Lady T.
October 19th, 2006 at 5:56 pm
not so fast brande. the t. forgets that i learned at the feet of the master (jack bauer)–i’ve been going very easy on her.
“nip/tuck”? really? i can’t handle this pressure. my husband suggested that with the season finale of “pr” perhaps i should consider taking a night class in, anything. obviously he doesn’t understand that the tyranny of the blog demands that i immediately get up to speed and form a well-reasoned, or at least inflexible, opinion on a myriad of other tv offerings.
furthermore, i don’t care what robin calls patrick, i call him a NON-VOTER. so there, take that, how’s that feel mr. non-voter man–father to (by his own unbiased admission) an adorable child who will some day know the horrible truth and ask, “why papa, why?” so i ask now (for baby), “why not patrick, why not?”
October 19th, 2006 at 8:00 pm
Uli totally rocked, how could she not have won? She has progressed so far as a designer and not to win….Come on.
Her entire collection was beautiful and well-made unlike him who shall not be named here. Just my opinion
October 19th, 2006 at 8:53 pm
See, readerdiane, it takes a really important issue like this one to bring you out. Come play with us more often!
October 19th, 2006 at 9:01 pm
I was like 27 kinds of mad when it went to Jeffrey - WTF, mate?!
It’s funny living on a college campus because you can always tell when something happens on a TV show or sporting event - people will scream out their windows things like “(expletive) THE TIGERS!” and “(expletive) JEFFREY!” - both of which I’ve heard a lot the past week - one of which was screamed out the window by a kid I was watching with in response to a girl in another building screaming “I HATE PROJECT RUNWAY SO MUCH RIGHT NOW!”.
The night before I heard a kid screaming to his friend above him to please stop throwing things out the window while he tried to find his keys to get into the building, but that had more to do with them being drunk than anything else.
October 19th, 2006 at 9:11 pm
Hey, Lizzie, way to keep it clean.
I love the image of people shouting out about that show. Makes me wish I’d had a finale party or lived in a dorm.
Um, maybe not the dorm part.
October 19th, 2006 at 9:30 pm
Oh, man! Remember how I said I’d be happy with either Laura, Uli, or Michael winning? Well, yeah, that’s about all I can say. I’m not so good with elections either. Sigh.
October 19th, 2006 at 9:32 pm
At this point, I do it merely to spite you.
October 19th, 2006 at 9:33 pm
I’m not so good at not talking like a sailor. Saaarghy.
And yea, living in the dorms is, uh, expletive-worthy, so be happy you live in a house and can have a dog and, ya know, space to yourself.
October 21st, 2006 at 3:07 pm
patrick, let go of the spite, work with me here, i’m on your side (i think).
big favor here robin. as promised, or threatened, i did indeed rent “lost” first season, first 4 episodes–i have another 6 dvds to work through before i go hunting and gathering for season two. so please hush, hush on the current comings and goings (especially the “goings”, which so far average one person every two episodes divided by 48 survivors, you do the math). looks like i’m going to be missing a lot of sleep–DAMN you brande!!! i think i’m beginning to uderstand my dismal performance on the bingo of life.