Jimmy Fallon's Justin Bieber

Add this to the list of reasons I watch Late Night with Jimmy Fallon:

Dissecting a Mondo

Project Runway fans, I ask you,WHAT IS A MONDO?! I am entirely perplexed by this unique creature surfacing as season eight's dark horse.

Nice socks, hot stuff!

With Casanova dismissed and Gretchen's constant conceit (and braids) boring me to death, Mondo has swiftly become the contestant with the mostest. I haven't the slightest idea what he is. He's a tiny thing with an absurdly unique sense of style. Bow-ties? Check. Suspenders? Check. Booty shorts? Check. He consistently (and amusingly) stays true to himself by reflecting his personal style on the runway, often displaying surprising garments that make bold statements in comparison to his competition. Mondo's quirky, loud, colorful aesthetic adds much appreciated life to the runway week after week.

As the lucky winner of last week's hefty $20,000 prize, Mondo proved to his opponents that they best watch out. He may have been criticized in previous weeks for creating tacky, cheap designs lowly enough to be sold at Forever 21 (gasp!), but his neon plaid hot mess of a couture ball gown thing dazzled Nina and Queen Kors. (Side note: Were they really serious about loving Gretchen's old lady hippy look? Like, really?)

Mondo's winning creation worth $20,000

My initial distaste for Mondo decreases each challenge. My love for him blossomed when he gave credit to Michael Costello and admitted he was wrong in thinking Michael C. was incompetent. He admitted he was wrong to misjudge the guy. Meanwhile, every other designer treats poor Michael C. like a pin cushion (pun intended!) who they constantly stab with insult and "you can't sew!" accusations. Mondo appears to be a team player. He has yet to fight with anyone (Michael C. not included). Mondo reminds me of last season's winner, Seth Aaron. Like Seth, Mondo keeps his cool, doesn't involve himself in drama and clearly portrays himself in each design he creates. So far he seems to know who he is and what he likes and he won't change that. Therefore, he's earned my respect.

Mark my words, this little monkey man will show a line at New York Fashion Week at the end of the season. Go Team Mondo!

30 Rock: Matt Damon & a Pube Sweater

 

I, too, would rather wear a sweater made out of the love of my life's pubes if it meant I could be with the love of my life, as opposed to wear whatever I want and never be with the love of my life. Cheers to Matt Damon's recurring role on 30 Rock. Liz & Carol forever.

Haiku for Alexis Krauss

Drank too much whiskey,

Alexis made me dance, scream,

DEVIL HORNS BEST FRIENDS.

I would write a better concert review if I knew how. Instead I chose to provide you with a simple haiku to express my feelings on the Sleigh Bells show I attended last Monday at New York City's Webster Hall.

Alexis Krauss, captured w/ my iPhone

I was lucky enough to score a ticket to the sold out show. Roughly 350 tickets were available for the intimate setting at Webster Hall's Studio. Intimate, yet raging setting I should say. Before the show I drank too much as I was over-excited to be hanging with friends I rarely see and also because I wanted to soften the blow in case I bumped into my ex who was rumored to be in attendance. Though I somehow avoided contact with him, I have no recollection of sweet-voiced singer Alexis Krauss crowd-surfing at the end of her set. I'm not proud of this.

I do, however, remember her grabbing my hand. My drunken cohorts pulled me to the front of the crowd. Seeing as though I'm 6-feet tall, I was an easy reach for Alexis from the stage. I'm fully aware that I'm a tool for thinking this is awesome, but my friend Jenna was equally as pumped. Every time Alexis grabbed my hand Jenna screamed, "JENNY, SHE GRABBED YOUR HAAAAAAND!!!!!!!" as if she were the Queen of England or Lady GaGa or something.

Jenna, far right

Sleigh Bells is unlike anything you've ever heard or seen. An in-your-face mix of pop, punk rock and hip-hop, Sleigh Bells won't sit well with the light of heart. On a stage the size of a freaking dining room table rocked Ms. Krauss (as her fifth-graders called her) and Derek Miller (guitar in hand) jamming in front of six giant amps. The low ceiling made the tiny studio that much smaller and the sound of Sleigh Bells' obnoxious tunes that much more intense. The entire set lasted just 35 minutes, as the band has just one album. You know nothing until you've seen this unique duo live. It was by far the fastest, wildest, most fun show I've experienced. It was like being on a ride at an amusement park - so much fun, but nearly long enough. I want to jump back in line and do it all over again!

Watch Sleigh Bells perform "Crown on the Ground" below and tell me how badly you wish you had been there with me:

 

* see my (newly brunette) head @ 2:57 *

Hey, I made you a mixtape: 9/26

I'm laying on my bed, listening to fireworks explode in the distance. (There's a town celebration.) There are few things in life that I hate. Unfortunately, this is one of them. Hearing fireworks, but not seeing fireworks feels like cruel and unusual punishment to me. Why can't I be underneath them? Why am I not witnessing these miraculous explosions of fire before my very eyes? Why am I blogging instead? It's like my Hooper Humperdink post. I'm always missing out.

In addition to fireworks, I hear acorns dropping on the pavement of the street outside. A gentle, cool breeze is blowing through my open bedroom window. This week's mix goes out to the end of September. Autumn is officially here as of a few days ago. Brisk air, fallen leaves and pumpkin pies are right around the corner. I'm attempting optimism as the season changes. My positive attitude will help me get out of Connecticut and on with my life. Here's the soundtrack playing in my head this week as I begin to make said changes...

01  Jilted Lovers and Broken Hearts - Brandon Flowers

02  Gimme Sympathy - Metric

03  When I'm With You - Best Coast

04  If You Run - Boxer Rebellion

05  All the Beautiful Things - Eels

06  Crown on the Ground - Sleigh Bells

07  Rococo - Arcade Fire

08  Dreams - The Cranberries

09  Aphrodite - Kylie Minogue

10  You Told a Lie - Camera Obscura

In Damon's Words: S2E3

If this Wolf Man thing is true, I've seen enough movies to know it's not good. It means Mason Lockwood is a real-life Lon Chaney and that little Tyler punk may just very well be Lon Chaney, Jr. which means Bela Lugosi, meaning me, is totally screwed.

-Damon considering the possibility of the Lockwoods being werewolves

In Case You MIssed 'Raising Hope'

There's a lovely new sitcom on FOX this fall. I previously wrote that I wasn't interested in any pilots, but Raising Hope changed my mind. In the genius time slot following Glee on Tuesday nights at 9, this show tells the story of a lackluster family and it's newest addition. It's like a modern day sitcom version of Raising Arizona (a film by the notorious Cohen brothers,starring Nicholas Cage in his best role) probably because of the obvious title and the hick-ville circumstances - random baby included.

 

The pilot introduced us to the crazy family and told us how they acquired said baby. The show centers around a dude named Jimmy, who appears to be in his early twenties. He lives with his parents, a distant cousin twice removed (or something like that) and great grandmother (aka Maw Maw) who constantly mistakes Jimmy for his deceased great grandfather and who often runs around the neighborhood topless - it's Cloris Leachman at her finest. 

 

 

Jimmy hates his life and his job (cleaning pools and landscaping for his dad) and wants to change his life. One night he offers to run an errand picking up bubblegum flavored ice cream for his Maw Maw. On the way home, he picks up the ice cream as well as a young woman who is being chased down the street by some guy. After "rescuing" her, she "thanks" Jimmy in the back of the family van. The next morning she meets his family who falls in love with her instantly. While eating breakfast and watching the morning news, the family learns this young woman isn't so sweet after all. She's a serial killer who murders her boyfriends. Jimmy's mom (Martha Plimpton of The Goonies!) whacks said killer over the head with a frying pan and off to jail she goes.

 

Jimmy, being such a sweetheart, visits her in prison where he learns she is pregnant with his child. She is given the death sentence and will be electrocuted six months after the baby is born. So six months later Princess Beyonce (as murdering mommy named her) is turned over to her baby daddy, Jimmy. He insists on keeping her despite his parents encouragement to drop Princess Beyonce at the steps of the firehouse. Stubborn Jimmy refuses to leave his daughter at the firehouse for he is convinced this is his purpose in life. He trades in his skateboard and other random dude paraphernalia at the pawn shop for a decades old car seat and other random baby necessities.

 

In his first day as a father he reconsiders his decision. His first diaper change turns out horrifically when both he and his mother throw up on Princess Beyonce. He doesn't get a wink of sleep until his parents enter his room to save the night with a lullaby which puts PR right to sleep. The next morning they all agree to keep her and to, thankfully, change her name to Hope.

 

So there you have it. The show was a hoot. It was absolutely the most ridiculous plot line I've ever seen, but something about it charmed me and I'll surely tune in next week. What the heck, right? I'll be watching Glee anyway.

Lose 10 Pounds Fast with the Dexter Diet

I'm a genius. No, really. This is fantastic. I've come up with the ideal weight loss plans for television addicts. I call it the Dexter Diet.

Don't subscribe to Showtime? Never seen Dexter? Perfect. Go to Blockbuster (if you're still stuck in the stone age like myself) or rearrange your Netflix que (if you are so much cooler than I) and get your hands on Season 1. The show is as gory as True Blood minus the vamps, of course. Therefore, it's not as sexy, definitely not as sexy, but gory. And it's not, like, sexy blood. This isn't Eric feeding off Sookie's fairy juice. This is real death - brutal murders, gallons upon gallons of innocent blood and psycho killers. Yum!

I tried to eat popcorn (for dinner) while watching the second episode of season one. I started gagging. The most I could manage was to drink water. I didn't feel hungry for hours after I finished the first disc. This show kills your appetite.

Since Dexter is quite possibly one of the best television series I've had the privilege of sinking into, it's nearly impossible to peel your eyes from it. I flew through the first season. While flying through, I hardly ate. I grabbed quick snacks in between trips to Blockbuster for each new disc. The fifth season starts tomorrow. So, folks, you've got four seasons of the Dexter Diet ahead of you.

Like I said. Genius.

Hey, I made you a mixtape: 9/19

I'm goo goo for GaGa. That's no surprise to anyone. In honor of my attendance at her Monster Ball Tour last Thursday, I dedicate this week's mixtape to mama monster herself. It's my 10 favorite GaGa jams. I'M A FREE BITCH, BABY. Enjoy...

01  Monster
02  Paparazzi (Live Piano Version)
02  Boys, Boys, Boys
03  Speechless
04  Poker Face
05  So Happy I Could Die
06  Beautiful, Dirty, Rich
07  Dance in the Dark
08  Starstruck
09  You and I (LISTEN!)
10  Bad Romance (Duh)

Take a bite of my bad girl meat!

We made it, little monsters. Photos courtesy of LadyVirgin.com.

Jenny GaGa

En-GaGa

Saman-GaGa

ladyvirgin.com

Gossip Girl Fail, I'm All Talk

Since May I have been insisting (with a fiery rage!) that I would boycott this season of Gossip Girl. I promised to never watch it again after the season three finale left Jenny Humphrey de-virginized by Chuck Bass, Blair heartbroken, Dan a baby daddy, and Chuck lying shot and dying in a dark alley. NO THANK YOU.

Monday, September 13th - GG season four premiere day - arrived and I withheld. At 9pm I was watching Nadal win the US Open. Ha! Eat that, Josh Schwartz! I was so proud of myself. I felt liberated! Anew!

Tuesday arrived and I started to feel anxious.

The feeling didn't disintegrate come Wednesday. I wanted to know if Georgina's baby was really Dan's. I wanted to see for myself that Chuck was alive and healthy. I wanted to marvel at Serena's and Blair's incredible French wardrobes and Nate Archibald's baby blues. DAMN YOU, JOSH SCHWARTZ!

On Thursday I gave in. Not only did I give in - like you all ultimately knew I would - but I PURCHASED the damn episode off of iTunes for a whopping $2.99! WHY, JOSH SCHWARTZ? WHY?!

After watching I feel ultimately ashamed, but refreshed. I am disappointed in myself to no avail, but I have no regrets. In fact, I feel like refusing to watch the show was like I was attempting to deny who I am. After watching the premiere that I almost missed, I feel like my old self. This is good because I just transformed my appearance quite drastically and for a few days have felt slightly more lost than usual. Catching glimpses of my new look in mirrors has downright terrified me. Watching Gossip Girl (like I did before I was this alias of Jenny from the Blog) reminded me that I am still the same GaGa obsessed, Eric Northman loving TV fanatic that I was before the change. See, I can justify this.

The premiere episode left me rolling my eyes right out of my head. No surprise there. Most of it was outrageous and so far from reality that I thought I might throw up. Thankfully, Jenny Humphrey is MIA. Let's keep it that way, Mr. Schwartz. I felt cleaner watching the show without her on it. Sorry, little J, but ya gross. Dan's storyline is ridiculous. Nate definitely picked up an STD this summer. Don't you dare try and tell me different. Serena makes me wanna vomit. The only character I love is Blair.

Good ol' Blair Waldorf. The poor thing is suffering so much. She can't stop. She doesn't know what to do, how to get past this, how to get over Chuck Bass. Maybe I'm overly emotional. Maybe I sympathize with her thanks to personal experiences. Regardless, the scene in which she broke down and confessed her weakness made tears spill from my eyes like a broken levee. Kudos to Leighton Meester's acting in the following clip. Kudos to her ability to convey such a convincing broken heart. I hurt just looking at her...

Despite my shame, my embarrassment, my urge to move on...I'll see you next Monday, Gossip Girl. Damn you, Josh Schwartz!

In Damon's Words: S2E2

“This is reality and there’s no such thing as werewolves or combat turtles.”

-Damon to Stefan, denying the existence of werewolves and ninja turtles, which he forgets the correct term for. Obviously he hasn't seen New Moon.

Katy, Baby, You're a Firework

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag

Drifting through the wind

Wanting to start again...

 

How about those lyrics, huh? Talk about DEEP, MOVING, POWERFUL words! That's Katy Perry for you. the California gurl enlightens fans with this riveting track titled "Firework" off her newly released sophomore album. "Firework" may be full of fourth grade poetry and cliche metaphors as seen above, but hot damn, the song rocks my world.

 

 

Every once in a while, females like myself need to give in and succumb to their guilty pleasures. While I dislike nearly every other song on Teenage Dreams, I find "Firework" inspiring and uplifting. Listneing to it, I am encouraged to be all that I can be. Katy reminds me that my dreams will come true. Maybe I've fallen off the beaten path recently, but there's a spark in me. I just gotta ignite the light and let it shine, just own the night like the Fourth of July. 'Cuz baby, I'm a firework. BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.

 

I'm not the only one under the "Firework" trance. Since hiding in my car/bedroom/back of the bus to secretly sneak listens of this delightful ditty, I learned I'm not alone. Several of my girlfriends (including a handful of hipsters in Brooklyn, NY!) feel similarly.

 

So what is it about this song that rocks our world? It's the optimism promised in those encouraging lyircs. They may be silly and simple, but gosh darnit they create a feeling of empowerment. From start to finish Katy's song delivers a "you go, girl!" feel that makes me want to be all that I can be. Leave it to bubblegum pop princess Perry to inspire me.

 

Check out the rest of the impressive lyrics below and click HERE to experience the magic for yourself!

 

...Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin
Like a house of cards
One blow from caving in

Do you ever feel already buried deep
Six feet under scream
But no one seems to hear a thing

Do you know that there's still a chance for you
Cause there's a spark in you

You just gotta ignite the light
And let it shine
Just own the night
Like the Fourth of July

Cause baby you're a firework
Come on show 'em what your worth
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"
As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby you're a firework
Come on let your colors burst
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"
You're gonna leave 'em fallin' down-own-own

You don't have to feel like a waste of space
You're original, cannot be replaced
If you only knew what the future holds
After a hurricane comes a rainbow

Maybe your reason why all the doors are closed
Is so you can open one that leads you to the perfect road
Like a lightning bolt, your heart will blow
And when it's time, you'll know

You just gotta ignite the light
And let it shine
Just own the night
Like the Fourth of July

Cause baby you're a firework
Come on show 'em what your worth
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"
As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby you're a firework
Come on let your colors burst
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"
You're gunna leave 'em fallin' down-own-own

Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
It's always been inside of you, you, you
And now it's time to let it through

Cause baby you're a firework
Come on show 'em what your worth
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"
As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby you're a firework
Come on let your colors burst
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"
You're gonna leave 'em goin "Oh, oh, oh!"

Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon

End of Summer Movie Breakdown

Today my co-worker asked me if I had seen any good movies lately. Shockingly, I have! Even better yet, I've been highly entertained and satisfied with my recent theater visits. Here's the recap I delivered:

Going the Distance - -

It's a rom com (romantic comedy. duh.) that's equal parts rom and com, but the com is so good that it makes the rom tolerable to moviegoers who may not be big rom fans. Get it? Got it? Good. The always delightful Charlie Day cracked me up per usual. At one point (as he walked an old lady across the street discussing masturbation with her) I was so taken over by hysterics I couldn't breathe. However, it was Christina Applegate as Drew Barrymore's older, wiser sister who stole the show. The storyline here is believable in all its heartwarming, new love drama. Long distance relationships suck and Drew's and Justin's is refreshingly no exception. Drew delivers her best chick flick performance since Wedding Singer and Justin Long isn't just the Mac guy anymore. It appears he can act and cause me to...cry. Yeah, I cried. Whatever. Go see it. It's cute.

Machete - - 

Yeah, I saw it. I'm tough! And badass! I wear combat boots! This is not typically the kind of movie you would find me paying to see. For some reason I was curious and wanted to be a part of the reported madness of it. In my opinion, Machete is good, dumb fun that wasn't nearly as gory as I expected. Since seeing it a week ago, I cannot stop thinking about one scene in particular. Machete - the most evil, angry, expressionless dude you've ever seen - slashes some guy and then rips out his victim's intestine. He drags the intestine all the way down the hall and then holds onto it like a rope as he jumps out the window and busts through the window on the floor below. I was horrified and stunned and immensely impressed all at once. Gruesome? Definitely. Kinda cool in a sick effed up way? Yeah, totally. Go see it.

The Switch - -

I'm thankful for originality displayed in cinemas this summer. Examples include, but are not limited to: Inception, The Kids Are All Right, Scott Pilgrim Vs. the World. All were great, mostly because they were unique, not sequels, not remakes, and therefore, not yawn worthy. Like The Kids Are All Right, The Switch shined because it's forward-thinking. Becoming a single mom on purpose? Sperm donors? Jennifer Anniston! My, my, my! Sure the movie covers topics some might consider "racy" or "inappropriate". I thought it modern, genuine, fresh and fun. Jason Bateman has never been more lovable. Never. The Switch is another rom com, but it's so a-typical it's hard to categorize it as such. Bateman's character - a pessimistic, neurotic, closed-hearted businessman - accidentally dumps out the *ahem* sperm his best friend (Anniston) is planning on using to impregnate herself with. He refills the container with his own *ahem* ingredients... and blacks out. He doesn't realize his mistake until seven years later when he meets his son. SEE THIS MOVIE. [Disclaimer: This is more of a chick flick than Going the Distance. Proof: Jenna cried during the entire thing - funny parts, sad parts, happy parts. Constant tears flowed down her face.]

Fearing Thursday TV

Thursdays are going to explode. Why do the networks choose to air all the good shows on Thursday nights? How is my DVR supposed to handle this? Do the big-wig TV execs have any idea what kind of arguments are going to ensue in my house as a result of this massive overflow of telelvision goodness? On our plan only two shows can be recorded at once. In addition, if two shows are recording, live TV cannot be watched. We can watch one of the shows being recorded or a previously recorded item from the recorded list, but not live TV. What a mess. I'm so stressed. Take a look at what's on TV Thursday nights. (The ones in pink are typically watched at my house):

 

8:00 PM

Big Bang Theory

Bones

CommunityMy Generation

Vampire Diaries

 

8:30 PM

30 Rock

Shit My Dad Says

 

9:00 PM

CSI

Fringe

Grey's Anatomy

Nikita

The Office

Project Runway

 

10:00 PM

It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

The Apprentice

The Mentalist

Private Practice

 

THIS IS TOO MUCH.

In Pam's Words: S3E12

"Eric, do the world a favor and let that little fuck fry."

-Pam to Eric in regards to him saving Russell Edgington from meeting the true death

And with that we sadly conclude True Blood season three. Stay tuned to Jenny from the Blog for more vampire wit...

Hey, I made you a mixtape: 9/12

For Eric, with love. Tonight I made a mixtape for my dearly beloved Viking vampire, Eric Northman in honor of the season three finale of True Blood. The songs are about death and darkness and blood and teeth and tough love. I think this mix is freaking hysterical and I hope you do, too.

01  Blood - Band of Skulls

02  Hang You from the Heavens - The Dead Weather

03  Bloodstream - Stateless

04  Teeth - Lady GaGa

05  Death Letter - The White Stripes

06  No Sunlight - Death Cab for Cutie

07  Sunday Bloody Sunday - Paramore

08  Die, All Right! - The Hives

09  Bulletproof - La Roux

10  Love is Colder Than Death - The Virgins

11  Perfect Teeth - Motion City Soundtrack 

12  Chew Me Up and Spit Me Out - Cobra Starship

13  A Date with the Night - Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Queen Kors and Cassssssanova

There's been a Project Runway travesty, my fashion loving friends. The fabulous, lovable Latin designer of season eight has been kicked off the catwalk. Yes, Heidi, Nina and Mr. Kors (and guest judge Veronica Mars!) sent Casanova back to Queens. Horrible, right? Ezzssssaaactlyyyy.


I'm not sure how the rest of the season will be as enticing without Carlos Casanova's adorable accent, lack of the English language, and constant whining. No one brings more flavor to the work room than him. I think Runway judge Michael Kors will miss Casanova the most. Kors' reaction to and critique of the star seamstress provided some of the best Runway material we've seen in years. I believe it's safe to say no one has brought such personality to the workroom since everyones favorite hot mess Christian Siriano.

Unfortunately, Casanova's appearance on Heidi's catwalk was cut short thanks to his old lady aesthetic and the terrible Ivy Higa (ick!). While Casanova's work might not always have impressed us, his personality was certainly appreciated. Also appreciated was the couture verbal vomit that Michael Kors spit at him during judging each week. These obnoxious criticism's were worth every second of Casanova's time on the show. Here are a few examples of Kors' choice words for Casanova:

Example A: (Episode 1) "She's like the mother of the bride who's a belly dancer. She's a sexaholic, but she's conservative, I don't know who she is. She's a pole dancer in Dubai!"


Example B: (Episode 3) "Where do I start? I mean, she looks like a transvestite flamenco dancer at a funeral."


Example C: (Episode 7) "I think if the challenge was to make something for a 70-year-old woman to go sit in a mall and getting back to the house early so she can watch television, you succeeded."

I'll misssss you Cassssanovaaaa. In remembrance, here's a classsssssic Casssssanova clip:

In Damon's Words: S2E1

Ta da! True Blood may be wrapping up for the summer, but The Vampire Diaries is JUST getting started. Since I so enjoy superb vampire dialogue and since I adore Damon Salvatore, I'll be bringing you my favorite Damon line from each new episode this season. From one witty vampire to another! Pam, we'll miss you, but Damon will keep us company until your return.

"I kissed you. I thought you kissed me back. Doppelganger hijinks ensued. How do you think I'm doing?"

-Damon explaining his feelings to Elena, who he thought he kissed, who he wanted to kiss. He actually kissed her lookalike evil vampire twin, Katherine, which he just figured out.

Don't forget he's EW's sexiest beast.

I Want Jared Leto's Bad Romance

Where did Jared Leto come from and where have I been? Since concluding My So-Called Life, my so-called life has been dreary and boring. I've got to pick up a new telelvision series, (or worthwhile hobby of some sort), before my mind goes completely numb and fizzles into nothing. Thankfully, while YouTubing my newest dark, mysterious, eyeliner-wearing musician obsession, I found this and while it might not be anywhere near good, it made me smile...

Jenny & Jenna for 'Veronica Mars: The Movie'

That's my friend Jenna and I. A few years ago we were college roommates. During our year of living together we totally bonded over Veronica Mars. Ever heard of it? If not, you need to do some research and watch what you've been missing. Jenna and I watched the entire three seasons in maybe two weeks. We'd go to classes during the day, did what we had to, saw our boyfriends for a hot second, then we'd buy a bag of Ruffles and a jar of french onion dip from the school store and hustle our asses up to our fourth floor dorm room (overlooking the quad!) where we'd get comfy on the futon for hours of VM. We refused to retire until it was 4am and our eyeballs bled. I think we averaged three or four episodes a night. 

Veronica was our hero. We despised Duncan. We adored Logan. On Valentines Day we decorated our dorm door with big red and pink hearts with "Logan Echolls" written across them in fancy cursive. Our borderline obsession got us through the winter months. It gave us something to look forward to after long days of boring lectures and stuffy professors. 

Thus, the other day when I saw Kristen Bell's (aka Veronica Mars) tweet about a Facebook group dedicated to creating a Veronica Mars movie, I jumped at the opportunity to support the cause. Jenna felt the same when I shared the plan with her. The creator of the Facebook group asks fans to photograph themselves holding up signs asking for a VM movie. Supposedly, this person is going to send the pics to some Hollywood exec in hopes of convincing him this cult show would prove to be a profitable movie.

Jenna and I got together this week to express our support. Since posting the picture above on that Facebook group's wall, 13 random people from all over the world "like" it. We aren't alone, Hollywood, so GET ON IT.

Hey, I made you a mixtape: 9/5

Happy Labor Day! Here's a mix to end your summer with. Get up and dance while the weather is gorgeous.

01  The Bike Song - Mark Ronson & The Business Intl

02  Honey in The Sun - Camera Obscura

03  Boy Crazy - New Found Glory

04  Teenage Dreams (Kaskade Club Remix) - Katy Perry

05  If It's Love - Train

06  Can't Beat the Feeling - Kylie Minogue

07  Her Words Destroyed My Planet - Motion City Soundtrack

08  Boys Boys Boys - Lady GaGa
09  Ain't That Cold - Bodega Girls

10  Hang With Me - Robyn

Fall is Here, Set Your DVR!

The Emmy's are over, bringing last season's television to a dramatic close as LOST won no awards. I'll forever hold a grudge, Emmy voters. On the brighter side, September is upon us! Hurricane Earl threatens the East coast! Fall is in the air and you know what that means...season premiere time!

After some thorough research, I am not in the least bit interested in any new shows coming out this fall. Surprised? Me, too. Maybe I'm missing something. Perhaps I'll change my mind in the weeks to come. I so badly wish I worked at TV Guide or Entertainment Weekly so I could actually watch pilot episodes before the rest of the world. That way I'd be able to give you my honest opinion on the show and advise you to either watch it or avoid it. If only.

During college I interviewed for an internship at TV Guide. I vividly remember the Managing Editor taking me into a room filled with drawers and drawers and drawers of TV episodes. My heaven! Every television show you could imagine was in storage at the TV Guide offices. I also remember every cubicle I saw had it's very own tiny television set. My dream job!

Anyways, television really destroyed me last season. LOST ended, ABC kicked Ugly Betty off the air. Simon Cowell announced his resignation from American Idol. Steve Carrell announced MIchael Scott is saying goodbye to The Office after this year. Quit breaking my heart, you silly networks.

Despite the constant upset, I've devised a plan as the new season approaches. I'm sticking by my favorites and paying little attention to the new stuff, unless of course I find out I'm missing out on something worthwhile. As of now, there are only a few pilots I'll consider trying. For the most part I plan to dedicate my free time to catching up on series I never started, but wish I had. First up? Community, Mad Men and Breaking Bad. That is, after I finish My So-Called Life.

I constructed a list of premiere dates and times to make setting your DVR a little simpler. I've only included the shows popular at my house. I apologize for any inconveniences. Get ready. Good stuff starts this week! Happy watching :)

Wednesday, September 8th

 - America's Next Top Model @ 8pm, CW

Thursday, September 9th

- The Vampire Diaries @ 8pm on CW

Monday, September 13th

- Gossip Girl @ 9pm on CW

Thursday, September 16th [DVR ALERT!]

- Always Sunny in Philadelphia @ 10pm on FX

- The Apprentice @ 10pm on NBC

Monday, September 20th [DVR ALERT!]

- Chuck @ 8pm on NBC

- The Event @ 9pm on NBC (Series Premiere)

- Two and a Half Men @ 9pm on CBS

- Lone Star @ 9pm on FOX

- Hawaii Five-O @ 10pm on CBS (Series Premiere)

Tuesday, September 21st

- Glee (!!!!!) @ 8pm on FOX

- Running Wilde @ 9:30 on FOX (Series Premiere)

Wednesday, September 22nd

- Modern Famliy @ 9pm on ABC

Thursday, September 23rd

- The Big Bang Theory @ 8pm on CBS

- 30 Rock @ 8:30pm on NBC

- The Office @ 9pm on NBC

- The Mentalist @ 10pm on CBS

Sunday, September 26th

- Amazing Race @ 8:30pm on CBS

Gunn Jeopardizes 'Gossip Girl' Strike

Crap.


Today on his Facebook page Tim Gunn posted this: 


"It's my first day back in New York in weeks! Although I'm a bit tired from my flight yesterday I am filled with energy and verve to be taping on the set of Gossip Girl!"


How am I supposed to keep my word on refusing to watch any future episodes of Gossip Girl, if the all-knowing, always fabulous Tim Gunn will have a cameo?