Over the years, So You Think You Can Dance has had a rich and fabulous history of horrific costumery. Tonight set a new low, or high, depending on your taste and/or sexual deviancies, with Caitlin’s alien impregnator costume. Here’s your chance to vote on what the hell was up up with that, as well as your favorite dance of the night.
As we continually whittle down the contestants on SYTYCD, one thing becomes painfully obvious: we’ve still got two hours to kill, people. So in addition to reherasal footage and Nigel recounting how he danced for Admiral Nelson back in his cabin boy days, we also get little personal tidbits from the dancers. This would be fine, except the dancers are totally boring, or are forced to be boring, thanks to the family audience that sucks the fun out of pretty much everything. Thanks a lot, America. At least you can’t stop Mia Michaels’ and her homage to badonkadonk.
Since so many readers requested recaps of True Blood, I decided to give it a shot. What could be so hard about trying to make sense of this show? After all, most HBO series have a minimum of 15 plot lines going on at any given time, so this should be a piece of cake to keep track of. Anyway, I’m starting with the most recent sex- and blood-filled episode (season two, episode three), so if you want to know what happened before this week, SCREW OFF.
I normally don’t spend too much time with the History Channel’s disaster porn programming. As a resident of Los Angeles, I’m already very aware of our future as earthquake-racked flaming hellscape, I don’t need the history channel explaining how alligators are going to eat my pets, or whatever that Life After People show demonstrated. But I found myself drawn to The Crumbling of America, partly because nothing’s more exciting than the sexy world of infrastructure maintenance (kids love it!), but mostly because I could console myself that while we Angelenos battle it out Mad Max style in the quakeferno, Des Moines will be drowning in its own waste after its sewer lines explode. I’m petty like that.
The “first annual” Deadliest Catch fan convention was held here in Seattle on Saturday, April 25. Two months ago. Feels like yesterday! Your dusty reporter, Hiro, attended for 2 out of the 6 hours and survived to blog about it. The highlight of the day was putting my arm around deckhand Matt of the Northwestern. He was a little sweaty, very angry about having to take photos with fans, and extremely bloated. Perfect! After the jump, photos from the Wizard and the Northwestern, more crew-fun, and a little sexy-talk!
As I’ve said before, Washington DC has become Hollywood east ever since the election of our first really cool President since Zachary Taylor. Celebrities flock to DC for their pet causes, some good, some certifiably insane. But what has also ramped up is filming. We have Real World DC in DuPont starting filming in the next few weeks, the Real Housewives of DC currently casting and over the last 2 weeks, James L. Brooks has been in town filming his new movie tentatively titled “How do You Know?” starring Jack Nicholson, Reese Witherspoon, Paul Rudd and Owen Wilson. To read about my encouter with the stars of the film, read on…
Now that I’ve hit the big time and have been offered the high-salaried Managing Editor position here at MSR (or at least that’s what I’m telling my parents when they ask how my job search is going), I have my pick of the litter as to what I would like to write about. But this summer has so far not offered a single recap-worthy show (excluding, of course, next week’s premiere of The Real Housewives of Dubuque). So I decided the best way to introduce myself to the literally millions of unique visitors MSR gets every day would be to make fun of something I’m more comfortable with: MTV’s College Life! Won’t you join me?
Sources more reputable than TMZ’s twitter feed have confirmed than Michael Jackson has died. This on the heels of Farrah Fawcett’s sadly expected death from cancer, and kinda sorta on the heels of Ed McMahon, thus confirming these things always come in threes. Or not. Let’s face it people die all the time, you can always lump them into a group of three, unless said people are on my death pool list, in which case they will never die, ever.
You see my problem. So for now, let’s just vote on the dances. I need to sleep and let my Nigel rage subside (seriously, how much of an asshole was he tonight? Gah!). Poll after the jump.
This week on So You Think You Can Dance, Lil’ C shows up to make Grandpa Nigel feel inadequate, and make the dancers feel dumb with all his fancy talking words. They are much more comfortable with Mary’s wailing and crying. Maybe Lil’ C should use handpuppets.