[Contains bootings from this week's shows through today. Beware!]
Fried green tomatoes on a bed of goat cheese grits: The Hills. Someone paid Stephen to show up at the party, right? Chomping his gum all awkward, leading-her-on-style like he did on
Laguna. It was always thus with Stephen and LC: thirty-second gazes across the dinner table, LC looking come-hither-ish and/or bemused and Stephen looking like a moron and/or smug. Which is not to say that I don't love him a little, but he's never going to commit, I don't think. People.com has a poll: "
Should Lauren give it another try with Stephen?" Um, not to be a downer, but he didn't even walk her to the door. Maybe he's just not that into you? He got, like, a lifetime supply of Voss or something to show up so Lo could be awesome and say she hopes they get married. She probably does hope that (okay, me too) but she said it extra cute for tv.
Celery root salad with mustard vinaigrette and country ham:
Top Chef. There is absolutely NO WAY two pounds of bratwurst, fresh vegetables, and fruit were purchased at Whole Foods for $10. It's the worst tv manipulation I've seen yet. One serving for $10,
maybe. From Food Lion. With double coupons. The timer's also pretty dubious, but I can accept that more or less as editing. Such shame we didn't unload Lisa this week. She's the worst.
Chicken tacos with cheese, tomatoes, lettuce, sour cream, and guacamole:
Dancing with the Stars. Shannon & silly Derek sealed her fate with the tirade in the interview box. Someone in editing passed out cold for joy when they started all that yelling, and when they woke up they did a quick Nielsen calculation of how many times in two hours they would need to show it on television to get a raise. The answer: 48.
Banana pudding with shortbread crust and meringue, mint garnish:
AI. Number one: There is no excuse for Jason Castro not singing "Acapulco." Number two: Oh, my favorite Brooke. It was nice to see the teeny reprieve from your nationally-televised nervous breakdown, but sorry it came back with such a vengeance tonight that your only recourse was to hug Ryan for 29 minutes.
Awkward. I would like to say, for the record, that I would have voted for you 298 times if you had only sung "Songs of Life." It's a beautiful song, but it starts out with the cheesiest keyboard ever, and if you could have undone that with your piano and given it a go instead of the embarrassment that was your first song, Syesha would have gone first. But don't cry, shopgirl - best not to be standing next to the Davids when one of them eventually wins.
Blurgh.
Fried green tomatoes on a bed of goat cheese grits: The Hills. Someone paid Stephen to show up at the party, right? Chomping his gum all awkward, leading-her-on-style like he did on Laguna. It was always thus with Stephen and LC: thirty-second gazes across the dinner table, LC looking come-hither-ish and/or bemused and Stephen looking like a moron and/or smug. Which is not to say that I don't love him a little, but he's never going to commit, I don't think. People.com has a poll: "Should Lauren give it another try with Stephen?" Um, not to be a downer, but he didn't even walk her to the door. Maybe he's just not that into you? He got, like, a lifetime supply of Voss or something to show up so Lo could be awesome and say she hopes they get married. She probably does hope that (okay, me too) but she said it extra cute for tv.
Celery root salad with mustard vinaigrette and country ham: Top Chef. There is absolutely NO WAY two pounds of bratwurst, fresh vegetables, and fruit were purchased at Whole Foods for $10. It's the worst tv manipulation I've seen yet. One serving for $10, maybe. From Food Lion. With double coupons. The timer's also pretty dubious, but I can accept that more or less as editing. Such shame we didn't unload Lisa this week. She's the worst.
Chicken tacos with cheese, tomatoes, lettuce, sour cream, and guacamole: Dancing with the Stars. Shannon & silly Derek sealed her fate with the tirade in the interview box. Someone in editing passed out cold for joy when they started all that yelling, and when they woke up they did a quick Nielsen calculation of how many times in two hours they would need to show it on television to get a raise. The answer: 48.
Banana pudding with shortbread crust and meringue, mint garnish: AI. Number one: There is no excuse for Jason Castro not singing "Acapulco." Number two: Oh, my favorite Brooke. It was nice to see the teeny reprieve from your nationally-televised nervous breakdown, but sorry it came back with such a vengeance tonight that your only recourse was to hug Ryan for 29 minutes. Awkward. I would like to say, for the record, that I would have voted for you 298 times if you had only sung "Songs of Life." It's a beautiful song, but it starts out with the cheesiest keyboard ever, and if you could have undone that with your piano and given it a go instead of the embarrassment that was your first song, Syesha would have gone first. But don't cry, shopgirl - best not to be standing next to the Davids when one of them eventually wins. Blurgh.
1 comment:
yeah... the whole stephen/lc thing is so overdone. it's not going to happen. i'm over them being together! i don't even like stephen, i think he's way boring.
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