For the past three weeks, I have been following The Fashion Show, Bravo’s slapped-together replacement for the recently departed Project Runway. It’s certainly a low-frills, bitchier show than it’s predecessor, especially with Isaac Mizrahi, who manages to make Michael Kors look like your nice gay uncle. That’s because he’s the other gay uncle, the one whose zingers really do sting. Like Kors, he is actually qualified to evaluate fashion as he has been in the industry for over 20 years. He judges the designs, but also gives some Tim Gunn-ish feedback when the designers are working. Kelly Rowland of Destiny’s Child fame, on the other hand, doesn’t fill Heidi Klum’s fashion icon shoes as she’s more of a self-styled fashionista who’s been to numerous shows. This is like throwing an armchair quarterback in to the game. As for the third judge, thankfully they did away with fashion editors (the Anna Wintour parody would have been too much) and go for fashion executive Fern Mallis. Unlike Project Runway, where the weekly walk was for the benefit of the judges, The Fashion Show’s designers’s models parade their designs before not only before the judges, but also industry people and an audience.
May, 2009
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May 09
California DMV = FAIL
Dear California Department of Motor Vehicles,
You are FAIL. Technically, I should call you failures, which is the whole point of my complaint. I paid my annual registration fee two months ago and never got a yellow 2010 sticker for my rear license plate. I waited and checked my mail religiously for days and it never came, despite one clerk’s claims that it did. I guess I could have followed up earlier by stopping by a DMV office, but that is enormously time consuming. Take a number and I could be waiting for nearly two hours for a rude clerk who’s fed up with everyone’s stupid questions, including mine. In addition to having commitments that aren’t always in sync with your office’s hours, especially with the recent cutbacks, I finally got around to calling early one morning, which brings me back to the clerk.
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May 09
I’m sorry. I’m really sorry…
I haven’t done a bloody post in 21 days. Normally, this is the type of thing where I’d offer profuse apologies, but I really don’t like to apologize. I’ve done it way too many times in my life, and there have been times where I was downright neurotic to the point of being a chronic apologizer. Even with Japanese ancestry, there is only so many times I can say ごめなさい.
I miss posting, especially on ShindoTV. The one thing I get tired at times is that being on the Internet these days feels like a full-time job. Facebook and Twitter are never ending, and I’ve definitely had my moments of creating quite a long stream of updates on both those things. Thankfully, I’m not on MySpace anymore, but why waste time with something I utterly despise. I’m not there yet with Twitter and Facebook, though I’m getting there with FB. Instead of cutting a bitch about the inanities of Facebook, I’ll just tune out the updates for days. It’s saner that way.
The social networking sites can all go to hell, but this is my webspace and I’d hate to waste it. I’ll come up with somethings to post. I always do.
Oh, and I’ll let someone else apologize for me. He’s much better at it.
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May 09
I Feel So Helpless…
“Helpless” is one of my all-time favorite songs by Bob Mould, albeit with his 90′s band Sugar. He’s completely unrecognizable — he’s the one in the striped shirt. Mould has come a long way since then. However, his sense of playfulness is wonderful here, especially in an era where music took itself too seriously.
Bob Mould has been incredibly busy over the past few years, such as a new album, this time free of the techno touches of the previous three. And it’s good enough to make one feel so helpless.
