Synthetic Diamonds
 

If you have to ask, you can't afford it.

Making the Band
 

I am disgusted by the behavior of Da Band. Especially Fredrick--sucking your thumb and general apathy until you somehow wind up in a fight is NOT cool.

When Chopper comes across as the voice of reason, you know you are not dealing with a reasonable bunch.

Making the Band
 

So the most powerful man in hip-hop takes you out of your shitty life, puts you up for free in a fabulous house, loads you with people whose only job is to give you advice and make you succeed, and gives you hours of his own time, and half the band says thanks by acting like petty sullen ungrateful little assholes. Right, remind me to kick our VP in the gonads when he makes me General Counsel.

Back to "you want fries with that?" for these guys. The ones who actually deserve it, should be given new peers to work with, and have been entirely worth the effort I think.

Synthetic Diamonds
 

A 3.8 year stone would be perfect!

vince mcmahon tribute
 

I assumed that it was Jun. She was sitting with them playing cards when nathan came in to call her out [the whole stirring up trouble and being a sneak stuff]. I still can't believe how easily Allison voted off Nathan. So much for the golden veto that he used.

aV

Synthetic Diamonds
 

"The 'Dumb Blonde' jokes don't bother me 'cause I know I'm not dumb. And I know I'm not blonde."

-Dolly Parton (what a mammal!)

Paradise Hotel
 

I caught portions of this last night and was struck by how not hot most of the guests at the hotel are. How on earth did they get chosen? I thought reality TV, at least of the Paradise Hotel variety, was all about appearances, unless maybe I don't get the concept of what Paradise Hotel is supposed to be.

Also, I saw portions of Race to the Altar and thought the same thing. Uuuuuuggggggglllllllyyyyyyyy. NTTAWWT, but I don't want to see it on my reality TV. Give me the cast of Real World Las Vegas any day.

Hang on, Voltaire
 

Translation: Ignore this post, because I'm whipped and I spent my last dollar on a ring that's too big (did I mention it was 2.1 carats -- not 2 carats. Two point one.) and a house with a built in lawsuit. So, I probably won't be going to Vegas. But if my fiance okays it, I'll be staying here:

http://www.lasvegashotelcentral.com/...otel_front.jpg

And that'll only leave enough money to have penske's madre perform for me. She's the original "Coyote Ugly."

http://artofjosephcapuana.homestead.com/files/AGA.jpg

TM

Paradise Hotel
 

I don't watch reality tv so I am speaking solely from my ass on this one but it seems to me that:

(a) The pool of really attractive people in the US (and the world for that matter) is not particularly huge; and
(b) Within that pool the smaller pool of people willing to go on reality tv after seeing how you can be made to look like a fool/bitch/whore/jerk/etc. is miniscule when compared to the population as a whole.

..so....

The reality tv people have made so many shows that not only are viewers getting a little tired but they are running out of first-string participants and having to go to the practice squad.

Just my baseless take on the issue which I know that you were all dying to know and now don't you all feel better for knowing? ;)

Synthetic Diamonds
 

Something is wrong indeed. And it is not just because I don't respond with some Pavlovian rant every time someone uses the word irony. This whole board is off. Even Penske's socks are phoning it in. I long for the old days. Back when I was edgy and funny - does anyone besides Paigow remember that? Those were heady times. I had just led the mass exodus from Yahoo to Infirmation, but had not yet been named as one of the 100 most influential lawyers of the year. My patentgreedy sock had the boards in an uproar, long before the cheap Demi More and Temp Sock knock-offs arrived. We had all just set down our Appletinis and, in their place, began picking up these new sweet, minty, rum concoctions that were as intoxicating as the tech boom itself. I recall sitting in swank Paris lounges with Plated and Multo, listening to Air's Femme D'Argent, and drinking $1,800 bottles of wine, which were easily affordable given my expansive credit line leveraged on my Infirm stock. The salary charts I had pioneered had made the law firm salary infrastructure transparent. We had BigLaw by the balls and were not going to stop squeezing until starting salaries reached $175K and BYBs added at least another $75K of icing to that cake. The Boards were my private sexual playground - I could pretty much bank on the fact that another 10,000 page hits meant another FB honey ready, willing, and able to service the Flower in ways I dare not even mention.

Now . . . now, it's just not the same. Never will be. Never again.

Paradise Hotel
 

"So, what you are saying is that ninety to ninety-five percent of the population is undateable?"
"Undateable!"
"Then how are all these people getting together?"
"Alcohol."

I'd say more like 98%

Perfection??
 

Because it didn't work.

TM

Perfection??
 

Right. I told you "no".


Like 36 inches is big. Puh-leaze.

Making the Band
 

A house, I might add, that was directly across the street from my favorite small Spanish restaurant in the West Village.

And now this little restaurant is overcrowded, and it is impossible to find a cab there because of the gawking throngs of tourists looking at Da House.

Couldn't Puffy pick a place across the street from Justin's?

Blue Man Group
 

Saw their show last night (w/Tracy Bonham, quite good), and it sparked a discussion of what do they use on their faces? So, what do they use on their faces? Anyone? Bueller?