And Kenley wins again. Or, at least that's what it feels like, even though we're only 3 episodes in. Why does that not surprise me? Something about girls who are all up on the '50s tip really just charm the pants off of people, I guess. I don't really get it, but then again, I was never a big Betty Page fan.

Hey editors, can we get off of Suede's 3rd person annoying talk? 'Cause it's old. And if that's going to be this season's memorable thing, I'm going to want to start hearing Fierce! again.

Speaking of over. Blayne. Holla at yourself, dumbass. But having Sandra Bernhardt was classic. Way to rope in the gays, Bravo.

Really, it was probably good that Emily got kicked, because to be honest, she was kind of creepy. Maybe it was that artsy-fartsy hair cut that just reminded me that maybe she should've been on Sprockets instead. I have no idea what the hell that was on her dress, because it looked like flesh-colored crayons barfed all over it. I mean, Nina was speechless. How's that for epic fail?

Labels: Project Runway, recaps

posted by Kari at 7:47 AM

Yesterday, The Original Nutty Professor was detained here in Vegas for carrying an unloaded concealed weapon in his luggage. I'd read two different stories: one that the gun was actually registered to him, or that the gun was actually a prop that he was taking with him to a gig in Michigan.

Either way, this could be construed as two different things: one, that he's a crazy gun-toting old man who might one day just yell, "Hey LADY!" and just let a clip fly in from the stage. Or that he's hardcore enough to think that being Jerry Lewis can make it easier for him to bring a gun to the airport and get away with it.

Pop a cap, Jerry! Do it for the kids!

Labels: guns, Jerry Lewis

posted by Kari at 8:01 AM

Right, so we love to watch the trainwreck just keep on chugging along, but now it's getting to the point where I'm starting to feel guilty about certain feelings of get over it already. And by "getting over it" I mean whatever you want it to mean. Even the I'm-going-to-Hades-for-suggesting-it kind.

First, she's diagnosed with early-stage emphysema, then her husband is sentenced to 17 months in prison, and now she's taken to the hospital for punching a hole in the wall, whatever kind of code that is for drugs.

Which means it's time for another death pool? Who's in? I wouldn't be surprised if we're talking about something more tragic by the end of the year. I know that sounds callous, but really? We are talking about Amy Winehouse, people.

Labels: Amy Winehouse, trainwrecks

posted by Kari at 8:02 AM

It looks like The Beef is going to have another mug shot, and are we all really that surprised? His hand surgery over the weekend is merely just... uh... a slap on the wrist in the whole karmic scheme of things. I'm sorry about that sentence. It's early.

Listen. I get that you make a lot of money and want to own your own car, feel some kind of normalcy in the world. Great. But Jesus, couldn't you afford to get a cab? Or a damn driver? What is with these people who have boatloads of money somehow getting into avoidable accidents with their superfluous vehicles? Are we going to have to start a pool on who's going to get into the next tragic drunk driving accident? We haven't had any James Dean-esque driving accidents in years.

Labels: jail time, Shia Lebouf

posted by Kari at 7:58 AM

Seriously. I didn't know this guy's name. But that's probably why he got kicked off on the second episode. All I know was that he was wearing a polo shirt, breast jacket, white shorts, and loafers during that runway show. How did he even get on this show?

Speaking of people who got on this show, why the hell is Stella here? She reminds me of my friends who used to live out in the boondocks of Vegas, wearing Harley shirts, drinking canned beer, and leaving empty cigarette butts upright on the corners of tables. If Anna Nicole were still alive, I'm sure she'd love Stella.

This seems to be the most whiney group of folks they've ever had. And not even evil, Wendy Pepper-whiney. It doesn't even feel like whiney with a purpose. Though I'm warming to Suede after this past challenge (how'd they score Natalie freaking Portman, by the way?), I'm waiting for him to go off on someone. He seems like the type, considering he talks about himself in the third person.

It's too early to say who's standing out, because most of the folks who move on are in the "You got a good score, you can leave the runway" herd. You could say either Joe or Daniel could really start to hit their stride in a few weeks, but the editors always cut to Daniel with this disgusted look on his face that he doesn't win the challenges, so that might be a hint that there's some larger dramarama at work.

I'm still getting over the shock that Natalie Portman wanted to do Project Runway. At least she didn't do it while it's on Lifetime. Man, credibility is a bitch.

Labels: Project Runway, recaps

posted by Kari at 7:52 AM

You know the election is less than 4 months away, right? And depending on which poll you read about or see on TV, either one of the presumptive nominees has the edge over the other. I can't ever really tell which poll to trust, since they all seem bias to me. But has anyone really voted based on poll numbers? (Probably, but you don't, right?)

Bodog is still keeping up with who may be actually in the lead for the next president. John McCain is now at +175, and Barack Obama is at -240, meaning that Barack still has the edge for now. With the Democratic Convention now just about a month away and the Republican Convention the week after, these numbers could go either way.

Labels: 2008 presidential race, Barack Obama, Bodog, John McCain

posted by Kari at 7:52 AM

...And I would include myself in that nation of crying women, but it's too early for me to be anything else but "WTF?" to come out of my mouth. Literally.

Our favorite Batman was arrested in London today, the day before "The Dark Knight" is supposed to premiere there. Now, look, I understand that maybe you got some pressure on you, everyone's asking about Heath and showing your trailer for the next "Terminator" movie, the paps follow you around contantly. I can see why maybe you'd snap. But your Mum and sister? Dude, don't make the ladies turn their backs on you, man. If they find out you're the Russell Crowe type, those $100+ million weekends might just be a thing of the past.

Why is it that just when we get all endeared to a celebrity they just up and go nuts like this. Why do I feel like I really want to see this mugshot? Why you gotta make me get all emotional, Christian?

Labels: Christian Bale, creepiness, WTF

posted by Kari at 7:56 AM

Listen, we're both chicks. We can have a little talk. We can be real, right? Cool.

Look. I know maybe you feel pressured by your celebrity. Maybe you're angry. I don't know. But when you give up full parenting rights to Kevin Federline of all people, and show up looking like this, full of chin zittery, it just says to us one glaring observation: GET OFF THE METH.

I mean, I think I might be able to talk from experience. I spent 4 years in San Bernadino. Maybe that's where you get your drugs? It's pretty easy to get drugs there. I used to party in the suburbs. White kids love their recreational, homemade experience enhancers made out of common household cleaner. And, I used to live with a 40 year-old ex-meth user. God, her face was worse than Swiss Cheese. Still to this day, it gives be the shivers, especially when she used to walk around the house in her underwear. Hey, don't you walk around your house in your underwear?

Brit, are you okay? Need some water or something?

Love,
HollyWagers

Labels: Britney Spears, letters

posted by Kari at 8:03 AM

At least, that's what it felt like watching the premiere last night. It's like, I get that you want to have folks who are fashion-conscious, but when you have folks who seem to be a little nerdy about it, it could make for a boring season.

But then again, there's always Blayne. It's like he's stuck in Tony Hawk's "The Search For Animal Chin," except, you know, he's from Washington. I can't wait to see the moles pop up on this cute little face. Or get into it with Suede. That'll be a great catfight.

Anyway, I'm hoping this season won't be the whole sentimental kind, since they'll be moving to Lifetime next season. (Ugh.) But it probably will, with guest appearances from everyone who's ever been on the show. Which will remind us how good this show used to be before it completely becomes the crap reality show we were fearing.

A lot of white folks. Not so sure about that.

As soon as there's odds up, we'll have the betting guide.

Labels: Project Runway, recaps

posted by Kari at 8:05 AM

Being from Vegas, the only time I get to cheer for the hometown team (the UNLV Rebels, natch) is when we're doing well. Other than that, I have to rely on the fact that half my family is from Northern Calfornia (and I'm not really rooting for the terrible 49ers and I'm not that big into basketball, so the Sacremento Kings are out) or from Pittsburgh (which means I'm a pretty mean Steelers fan, and an old school Pens fan-- the Pirates? eh). Both San Francisco and especially Pittsburgh are known for having winning teams, but can they claim to be ESPN's "Titletown USA"?

Bodog has the odds on which city can claim to be the city with the most titles in America. All vying for the lead at 4/1 are L.A., Boston, and New York, New York, and it seems like a pretty close race. San Francisco is at 12/1, and my beloved Pittsburgh is at 10/1. My bet would probably be on Boston, just because they seem to win everything and make everyone frustrated and pissy, but that's just me.

Labels: Bodog, sports, Titletown USA

posted by Kari at 8:04 AM

Of course, with the Democratic and Republican Conventions being mere weeks away at the end of August and beginning of September, everybody's betting on who's going to be the Vice Presidential nominations for both parties. All the folks range from the obscure to the famous, but they all have a chance, one way or another. You never know who'll come out of the woodwork.

Bodog has the odds on who's in the lead. For the GOP, America's favorite Mormon Mitt Romney is at 5/4. A lot of pundits are saying that may be McCain's best move, since Romney was #2 behind McCain during the campaign.

On the Democratic side, ol' Hilary Clinton is at 2/1, and that may seem like the obvious choice. She's been keeping to herself since she dropped out suspended her campaign. And pundits are saying that keeping her as the VP may bring back the votes that Obama lost when she conceded.

But you never know. Politics are a circus anyway.

Labels: Bodog, Vice Presidential nominees

posted by Kari at 8:01 AM

So finally these fantasic Twins of The Ages finally popped out this weekend, and now some magazine is going to pay, like, a gajillion dollars for the pictures. At least the girl had a boy and a girl, so at least there's no gender gap in the Jolie-Pitt clan. God forbid.

No other details have emerged yet, so we're not sure how you made out on which baby weighed more, but more than likely it was the first, whether it was Knox or Vivenne. Who knows. And neither one of those names was on the long list that Bodog had up for what seemed like the entire pregancy.

And! Project Runway 5 starts Wednesday. If there are odds, you know there's a betting guide. Woo!

Labels: babies, brangelina, Project Runway

posted by Kari at 8:12 AM

Now that there's a Million Dollar Round on Wheel of Fortune, I might just try my luck at getting to grope Pat Sajak. Call it a weird childhood dream, but something about his hair has always done something to me.

I mean really, how easy would it be just to win a million dollars by spinning a wheel and being able to spell? And even when the spelling part is sometimes optional?

Bodog wonders if someone will win in the Million Dollar Round on the 26th season of the show. With crazy odds of +3000, it makes it look like it won't happen. But then again, hedging with a few bucks might not be a bad move. You never know.

Labels: Bodog, money, Wheel of Fortune

posted by Kari at 8:01 AM

It might just happen, according to Bodog. Heath's turn in The Dark Knight, which a lot of folks are saying brought on his sudden death earlier this year, is bringing in a lot of positive reviews. But it might just bring him a posthumous nomination come December, when the nominations for the Oscars come out.

And with the way things work in Hollywood, it's a strong possibility. Yes is at -310, and No is at +205, which looks like it may happen. Personally, I'd like to see it happen, not just because he was a good actor who's life was cut short, but because it would just be nerdy-cool for a role as a comic book villian to get some real props from Hollywood.

Labels: Heath Ledger, Oscars

posted by Kari at 7:57 AM