MALAN?? NOOoooooo!!!

I watched the end of Project Runway last night looking as if I was watching "Saw" or something horrific like that. I was biting my bottom lip and half-shielding my eyes with my hands because I just KNEW they were going to boot Malan. I had really dug his audition samples and think he's got talent. Then during challenge 1 I had started to get the feeling that he might be my fave--when they were trashing their apartment, I found his prissiness really charming. Perhaps he came off snotty to some, but I appreciated his curmudgeonly Rex Harrison act, being all appalled at the barbarism ,and sort of establishing himself as the last bastian of civility in the group. I mean, in that "Lord of the Flies" type of situation, that would be me. And then, during challenge 2 I decided I really did like him. He worked so well with whats-her-name-snowboard-girlie. I know these shows are competitions but I'm never that impressed when the participants are too cutthroat or all headgamey (and yet, I do so love Santino. His Tim Gunn impersonation redeems everything) . Malan seemed to have this offputting, grandiose cockiness about his talent but at the same time he was respectful to his fellow designers.
Now I would not even try to defend that brown-gnarled up tree of a pageant gown he did. I concur that it was BARFY. But both Angela & Vincent were so obnoxious throughout the entire episode that I just wanted one ( or ideally, BOTH) of them ousted, regardless of how everybody's runway fashions turned out. Anyways, I've prattled on about this too much, but in summation, I was bummed to see Malan cut loose. Y'know, just like Robert is seeming a bit like another Nick (Season 2) I definitely see shades o' Daniel Franco in Malan. I hope that means he'll make a comeback in Season 4!!
I did a total lunch 180 today. I was going to just get a sammich but to go to Paneras for a sammy, I would've had to have turned left outta Benning St and I could see, as I approached the intersection, that that section of 12A was zoo-y (as per usual) so I chose to take a right outta Benning St instead--just to spare myself the traffic drama . I coulda gone to Subway turning right, but I did the Subway thang yesterday and I rather hate repeating myself. So I travelled on to Main St and spontaneously chose to grab take-out at Yama, which does Japanese & Korean food. I went there once, quite some time ago with Roxanne, and I vaguely remember liking it. Today I got the same thing that I had then -- the shrimp tempura lunch box. It was good and they give you a real buttload of eats. I mean, I couldn't put away the whole meal...and usually I can put away a good deal. The meal consists of : shrimp tempura, tempura veggies (peppers, eggplant, onions..) tossed salad, a salad of cold jelly-like noodles (which were my fave, as grody as that sounds) a veggie dumpling, 2 pc California roll sushi, a ball of sticky white rice, broccoli, cold zucchini in a spicy sauce, beansprout slaw, and miso soup. Of course those are all my layman's terms for the dishes, they all have a proper name I think. Like, I think maybe one of those sides was called "Kimchi" but DON'T quote me on that. (Y'know, if maybe you're writing a newspaper article about my lunch experience or somethin') I'm having leftovers for din din. Maybe I was destined for Japanese cuisine today...the shirt I've got on has these ginormous winglike sleeves. I'm not exaggerating, kiddies, gimme a boat and a towline and I'm set for some parasailing! Anyways I've traditionally called this my "Mrs Roper shirt" in homage to that fictitious landlady's affinity for caftans. The shirt is styled just like a caftan just not long enough to be a full-on caftan (only shirt length). But it occurs to me today that the shirt sleeves have sort of a kimono feel to them as well. I still think I'll call this my Mrs Roper shirt. Actually when, on occasion, I wear this shirt, I prefer that people call me Mrs Roper. A li'l bit of roleplay fun, y'know. Anyways, speaking of exotic clothing, it's been FOREVER since I've browsed J Peterman's online catalog, and that's always good for a chortle ("dots the size of hummingbird hearts"). Before I go over there, here's your obscure birthday celeb du jour: CHARLIE KORSMO. Remember him? Kid from the Dick Tracy movie? He turns 28 today. But here's where things go from "Awww, yeah, 'The Kid' from Dick Tracy! I remember him!" nostalgic fuzzies to the surreal territory. But THEN, after Korsmo's last film (which was 1998's "Can't Hardly Wait") he did a bit of a career swithcherooski and, according to his IMDB bio he "currently serves as Deputy Domestic Policy Analyst for the House Republican Policy Committee of the U.S. House of Representatives." this is after graduating from MIT in 2000 with a degree in physics and doing a stint with the EPA in Washington. Wacky, wacky stuff...
I'll conclude this post with a Linda Richman style conversation prompt:
SWEETBREADS......neithah sweet nor bread. Tawk amongst yaselves...