Uberfluff

Hello.  Today, in addition to the Daily Fluff, we have an update to our Issues with Project Runway.  Have a great weekend!

Hello.  Today, in addition to the Daily Fluff, we have a new Second Opinion, examining what to say when you're not exactly surprised that your friend's son came out of the closet.

If only I could manage to go into every movie with low expectations.  Then, I would experience so much less disappointment.  Yesterday, we ended up at Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief.  (Yeah, I know.  Who would have guessed that it's still in theaters?  And yes, that name is ridiculous.  I hereby call for a moratorium on egregiously long movie names--especially when one part of that movie name refers to an existing book/comic/etc. series.  Just name the damned thing "The Lightning Thief" and let us put the rest of it together.  You don't need to name everything for the culturally impaired, you know.  Of course, the award for outstanding redundant idiocy in naming goes to "William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet," where the producers were evidently afraid that we might confuse it with someone else's "Romeo and Juliet.")  Anyway, we were at PJATO:TLT primarily because we needed to kill time and couldn't see Hot Tub Time Machine, seeing as we were accompanied by three small children.  (As an aside, I don't see why high school sex ed scare classes always involve making teens care for infants, when watching a toddler in a public place is about ten times as annoying and stressful.  If you really want to curb teen pregnancy, just make sure that every teenager in America has to spend 30 minutes helpless in the toy aisle at Target, while the 2-year-old in their charge throws an epic tantrum.  Oh, and be sure that there are plenty of people shopping quietly in the area ready to aim some judgment rays their way.)

Stop me before I digress again.

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that PJATO:TLT wasn't bad at all.  No, it won't set the world on fire or anything, but when you go into a theater with very low expectations and end up kind of enjoying yourself . . . well, it's a bit of a lift, you know?

So anyway, today, we have a Daily Fluff and an update to our Issues with Project Runway.  And if you're catching up, don't miss yesterday's Poor Decisions, where I pondered the possibility that Jesse James' taste in mistresses is part of an elaborate conspiracy funded by Tiger Woods.  Oh, and there always the Daily Fluff Archive too.

Sorry folks, it has been a rough week.  I don't really like to talk about my personal life.  Because it's boring.  Believe me, if I was busy hunting down terrorists or performing burlesque this week (or even both at the same time--especially both at the same time), you would have heard all about it.  But, "I fell asleep and didn't finish my TPS reports," doesn't exactly have the same glamour.  So I promise I'll be better next week, and in the meantime, I have a new Daily Fluff and an update to our Issues with Project Runway today.  Enjoy.

So, I've been watching the Marriage Ref (though I did miss the first episode).  It's fun to watch celebrities comment on regular people's marriages for a change, so I'll begin by pointing out that the concept is genius.  And so far, the judge selection has been pretty inspired--Martha Stewart, Madonna, Cedric the Entertainer, Ricky Gervais, and so on.  For the most part, it's very entertaining.  (Larry David was, for me, a bit of a disappointment as a judge.  Embittered humor is a good shtick, but a lot of the time, he was too long on the bitter and too short on the humor.)  My only 2 complaints are, admittedly of the sort that can't realistically be addressed on the show:

1.) For the most part, we're seeing couples with very cutesy, minor, and even stagey problems.  I know that this is necessary, as a couple on the verge of divorce over his infidelity or her emasculating ways isn't exactly a source of laughs.  But the frivolity does sometimes make it feel like the whole thing is a set up.

2.) The celebrities are a little over-nice at times.  Again, another unfixable issue, as you can't exactly tell Madonna or Martha Stewart, "Forget about your carefully crafted public image.  Stick it to the guy who steals hotel soaps."  But considering how nasty the public is in dealing with celebrity relationships, it would be nice to feel like you were witnessing a little payback.  Or at least seeing the celebrity persona come down a bit.

Anyway, today, we have a new Daily Fluff, along with an update to our Issues with Project Runway.  Enjoy!

Not sure if you saw last night's South Park, but it was Tiger Woods-themed--i.e., why would a wealthy and successful man want to sleep with lots of women?  It's such a mystery.  It must be the influence of an addiction caused by alien wizards!

Of course, their point about men, desire, and personal responsibility was completely forgotten this morning when I started Drudge and read that Jesse James is (allegedly) cheating on Sandra Bullock.  Like an idiot, I immediately thought, "Why would he do that?"  Duh.  Because he can.

Anyway, it was a fun episode, if not an all-time best or anything.  The highlight was probably watching Stan and Cartman playing the new Tiger Woods game, which lets you beat on Tiger with a crazed Elin armed with a golf club:  "EA Sports really outdid themselves on this one."

And now for a poorly executed subject change: this morning we have a new Daily Fluff and a new Fluff Five on nauseating amusement park rides.  Enjoy!

Howdy.  Today, in addition to the Daily Fluff, we have an update to our Issues with Project Runway 7.  Have a good weekend!

Hello.  Today, in addition to the Daily Fluff, we have a new Second Opinion dealing with the problem of explaining one's tattoo choices to the kids.  Enjoy!

Good morning.  Today, in addition to the Daily Fluff, we have an update to our Issues with Project Runway.  Have a good weekend.

Good morning.  Today, we have a new Daily Fluff as well as a new Poor Decisions, where we examine why Lady Gaga has such an affinity for cranium accessories.  Have a good day and stuff.