and Heather lives on.

Ladies and gentlemen of the blogugation (congregation), I present to you for the first time...Mrs. Qualler! Imagine something a bit like Ms. Pacman--I look just like Qualler, only I have a bow in my head.

As I sit in my home, glance at my newly purchased luggage set, watching Everybody Loves Raymond and wondering where my youth went, I'd like to begin by bringing up a recent phenomenon. Our recent wedding could have been directed by Sofia Coppela: the music and party scenes were great, the guests had costumes and props, and the setting was a modern art museum.
Here's an actual photo from the rehearsal:

Photos from this sacred and blissful event were almost immediately posted on what is now becoming the very thing which holds the fabric of our youth society together: Facebook. I have to admit, I didn't feel that the marriage was quite official until Qualler and I changed our relationship status. This social network once divided the young from the old, so what happens now that the photo albums no longer revolve around raging Friday night parties and instead showcase weddings, honeymoons, quiet evening spent with friends, and even our children? Weird, man. Sunrise, sunset, and all that jazz.

Moving on to this week's episode of ANTM, I have to say I am shocked and not surprised at the same time. Heather (our autistic friend and a favorite of the producers as she never fails to pull in the ratings) had a TERRIBLE episode. She did extremely poorly in the challenge (she forgot her lines in the runway showcase) and then didn't do so hot (pun intended, the photo shoot involved a burning car) in her photo shoot. And yet not only was she not eliminated, she wasn't even in the bottom two! The panel of judges didn't have a harsh word to say about her, other than "this wasn't her best week." Tyra even said "Heather's hot!" when reviewing her mediocre photo. Now, I'd hate to be the one to cry conspiracy or favoritism, but COME ON. She was terrible, and I love the girl! I was glad that she wasn't eliminated, however much she might have deserved it. Instead they eliminated some girl whose name I can't remember.

Hooray for Heather? I still love her, and very much want her to win, but...something about it now leaves a sour taste in my mouth.

A sour taste, similar to Sour Patch Kids! Only, not so yummy...Now that I think about it, in many ways, America's Next Top Model is like sour patch kids. I don't really enjoy how they make me feel, and the tiny bit of goodness which is the sugar sprinkled on top is really overpowered by the sour. But, if someone's passing around some little colorful candies, I'm going to take a handful.

So what's all sweet without the sour? Gossip Girl, which is quickly becoming my very favorite new show. So much sugar! I almost can't stand it. Sure, there's nothing really there...but it's so delicious. As if the masked ball episode wasn't wonderful enough, all this who's sleeping with whom drama is just too good. It's so good, in fact, that I can forget that these are all basically the same characters from the O.C., only with more New York style and even bigger bank accounts.

I'd like to say more, but Qualler keeps yelling "why are all the lights so bright? Is this an operating room? No more overhead lights!" so I think that means it's time to go to bed.

Goodnight everybody!

This entry was posted by Brigitte, on Wednesday, November 14, 2007. You can leave your response.