Ambassadors of Beauty are we.
So here we all are, as the final five of Miss Universe glide across our beloved television screen. We've been dazzled by these Ambassadors of Beauty for the past two hours.The tension is palpable. You can practically hear the ribs poking through their dresses.
But like all reality teeve final twos, the real winner came second.
Miss Japan - We salute you and your impressive samurai sword. We know you're an innocent victim of a staged archaic ritual engineered by a man who seems unable to view the natural disaster that is his hair.
You're better than this. Take your multi lingual self and go and work for the UN. We'll download pictures of you at the round table and never forget to kiss you goodnight.
In other news, living in The Dollhouse is shaping up to be a real treat! Karenski's been getting a little tetchy lately because she's the only one posting on the blog. I've tried explaining to her that my hectic schedule of late night teeve and daytime sleeping leaves little time for blogging but she will not be appeased. Except when I cook for her. Then she is like maleable putty in my hands...
On the subject of cooking, we feasted tonight in a grand celebration of homely love. This of course came after feasting LAST NIGHT in a similar grand celebration of homely love. Tonight, Karen and Helen concocted *two*separate curries while Adam and I battled it out for the honourable title of Grandmaster of Chocolate Puddings. Things almost got ugly when we tried to claim the same long baking dish, but I willingly gave it up. That's just the beacon of peace and love that I am I guess.
Despite my most fervent desires, I'm not sure if I'll be able to institute a daily blogging policy. This is because tomorrow I not only have to wake up well before 1pm, I'm also booked in for a heavy night of car crash television. Unfortunately, Honey We're Killing The Kids won't be on due to the 'surprise' Big Why Bother* eviction but there's still Channel Nine's New York: Life of Grime and Shock Docs expose on midgets. So, something to look forward to then.
Can I just say as well that the finale of The O.C was completely ghey? Marissa Cooper dies in the arms of Ryan Atwood to the strains of a crappy cover of Cohen's beautiful ballad 'Hallelujah'. At least now we won't have to endure all that rubbish about the many 'clues' in the final three episodes. Even if it was a murder mystery, hello? The tinterweb is, like, my second brain and I could just consult that to find out. Which I did. So sucked in breathy Channel Ten voice over wench - you ain't jivin' ME.
* Because it's blatantly obvious that the retarded 12 year old voters will elect Jamie to be the new king of Mediocriville.
posted by audrey @ 11:28 PM
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Oh, I still have hope that Jamie won't win Big Brother.
Inspite of all my whinging and inspite of popular opinion between us and our guests last night, I was slightly moved by Marisa Cooper's pitiful death. I think it was the first time I'd ever seen expression on her vacant face. I'd still like to punch her, but perhaps I'd give her a warming hug about the shoulders too.
Camilla or David's going to win - BB's rigged (Trevor won the last one??!) and we're due for a girl (or perhaps a gay cowboy in the year of brokeback mountains). Hopefully they won't win all the money back.
Perhaps you could hold her gently about the shoulders while head knutting her or something?
To be honest, I expected a more drawn out death. Perhaps some declarations of love, choked up blood. It was quite mild really.
I don't watch the O.C very much, but does Marissa dying mean that Misha Barton will stop being EVERYWHERE?
I do not like her, nor do I understand the obsession with her 'style'.
Hopefully she will just go away and leave us all alone now.
DJ, you need to go to Go Fug Yourself and look at the Mischa files. Guaranteed hours of amusement.
Ooo, now I can read you on TWO blogs, this is exciting!
I was so disappointed in the Marissa Cooper kill off. How was the burning waste paper basket a clue to her dying in a completely unrelated car accident? CAR ACCIDENT I tell you, could they have gone with anything less spectacular? She didn't even get blown up! And the a cappella cover was hell.
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ps congrats on finding a house
pps good luck with the interview
ppps I posted something
okay so, like, I feel, like, really bad for Jamie. It is so unfair that people, like, think that he is up himself. Just because he is good looking (and unequivocally knows it), and looks in the mirror continually (even when Katie his 'lova' was about to leave the house and was hanging off him like a freaking leech just seeking any glimmer of intimacy *shudder*). He is not, like, vain.
He can't help it if he is, like, the most beautiful man in the world! His mirror image makes him, like, happy.
grrrr, he is a tool. and where does my fury come from you ask? 'AAAANGER' (insert his weightlifting collage here).
oops, i think i meant montage?
Hels, you are, like, so, like, right.
He is like, such a, like, misunderstood soul.
Like.
OMG No it was soooo sad when Marissa died! Right in Ryan's arms like that! Because they were completely in love and you can just tell it was forever but obviously not because now she's gone and no one will ever be able to fill her place and she will be SORELY MISSED.
And I think her style is soooo beautiful because she is not only ORIGINAL but she is also DARING and not many people do that because they are AFRAID and dress like sheep, well not literally but you know what I mean.
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