Is is Here, kitty kitty? Or Here kitty, kitty?

What a difference a comma makes!

Okay, I'm horrified. HORRIFIED. I'm doing the usual, glancing though the various Blogging Project Runway links to recaps, and what do I come upon? A blog called The Talent Show did a post on September 27th titled "...Next to Godliness" about a comic strip put out by Chick publications about the evils of doing spells on Halloween and the poor little girl whose cat is going to be sacrificed in said spell. What's the comic called? Here, kitty kitty. I shit you not. There's some random comic out there with the same title as my blog. Freaking right-wing Christian crazies! You stole my blog title! Hmmph.

Countdown to Jamaica...

Thirty-five more days. Just thirty-five more days! Then Brad and I board a plane, and head on down to Jamaica again--we'll be staying a week at Sandals Dunn River Villaggio Resort & Spa and cannot wait. It's been a long year--and considering that our last vacation was the whole cruise/New Orleans/Hurricane Katrina debacle, it's a long time coming. We've been asked why we're going back to Jamaica--since we honeymooned there, you'd think we'd want to try someplace new...well technically it is someplace new since we're staying in a totally different part of the island (we were in Negril last time, this time we'll be in Ocho Rios). And to tell you the truth, it is a beautiful place, the people are amazing, and after the last vacation we had, the thought of venturing out of our comfort-zone was none to appealing. Just the thought of laying out at the beach, soaking in the hot tub, and non-stop frothy drinks is making me pine. We're even going to give golf a whirl since there is a golf course on the resort. We want to relax, veg out, do some fun stuff (horseback riding and maybe those ATVs we did in Mexico), and have nothing to worry about. Short of dealing with another hurricane, I can't imagine anything too terrible going wrong and us not being able to deal with it. After all--we'll be in Jamaica! Yeah mon! I just keep telling myself..thirty-five more days...

Reality TV can bite my a$$

I have two very guilty pleasures--I occasionally pop a Benadryl so that I can eat Nutella out of the jar (I'm allergic to chocolate) and I like two reality TV shows.

The Nutella thing is okay. I don't do it all that often (rarely-if-ever anymore since I found out the hubby is allergic to hazelnuts) so it's not a big pressing issue in my life.

The reality TV though--well lets just say that Rockstar: Supernova and Project Runway have taken over my life. Right now, though, RS:SN can bite my ass. I mean it. Last night was the finale episode and I feel like I just lost 12 hours of my life that I'll never get back. Hubby and I even had friends over to watch it with us--that's how practically essential to life I've allowed this stupid show to become. Why, why, WHY must they make you watch an entire season when you can figure out who is going to win (Pukas! Ewww!) from the first episode? I feel completely manipulated and even a little dirty about the whole thing. I'm not going to bother flapping about what happened on the show--wasting any more time reiterating what happened on said show is probably not good for my mental health. I just needed to vent. No more RS ever. I mean it. Never again. Bleh.

At least Project Runway isn't a total disappointment. I miss season 2 musical numbers (Daniel Franco, where did you go?) and the ever amusing Tim Gunn/Andrea Red Lobster shenanigans as told by Santino. The designers are a bit flat this year. Although one of my all-time favorite lines ever would be from fabulous Laura (and I like her, I don't care if she's a bitch): "It's not your usual full-tilt-boogie-Angela-quilted-extravaganza-of-puff." Love the deadpan. Though, if they auf Jeffery from the show next week I am going to me more pissed than Tim Gunn being subjected to another hour of gross-scary-man Vincent this week. Ewww.

All this means nothing to you all who don't watch these shows, but I'm lame. I apologize for said lameness, okay? Carry on!