Wednesday, November 5, 2008

walk on the wild side

Michael‘s father said to him, “Didn’t you tell me there was nothing you wouldn’t do to protect your son? Why should Gloria be any different?” Gee, I don’t know, maybe because she stood by and let her husband torment the shit out of Kevin? And why would anyone believe her? She lies about every thing. Speaking of Michael, while I like Christian, his over the top acting is starting to grate on my nerves. On minute he’s yelling about Gloria’s stupidities and unlawful mechanizations, and the next, he’s enabling her to pull them off.

Geez, I never realized there were so many temperamental models until Restless Style came along. Only about four issues and they’re had a problem with every damn one of ‘em. Now half of the executive staff is missing and Phyllis is leaving, too. On one hand, the writers keep telling us that publishing a magazine is hard work; on the other, they’re showing us a magazine can publish itself. Once again, good job, writing staff.

Tyra didn’t even have the common courtesy to intro Olivia to the police detective? “Thanks to her, you’ve got a date”? Oy. Nothing like making “her” feel like the fifth wheel on a wagon.

I was LMAO when they played that cheesy French music as they showed Ashley at the café in Paris. I half expected Pepe LePew to stroll down le boulevard.

Isn’t it fantastic that Daniel is so worldly that he not only knows a photographer in Paris, but he’s being asked to do another art show? Of what? Crappy pencil sketches? Ugh. I’ve seen more talent in 5th graders. And THEN he says he’s “too busy” to sketch? Sure he is. He has a crummy little job working for Mommy--what is it he does at the magazine again, because it certainly isn’t photography?--and yet he’s willing to turn his back on the tons of money he could rake in from the art world because he‘s “too busy“. Yeah, uh huh, sure. Maybe if he wasn’t too busy, he’d have his own money to go to Paris, and wouldn’t be asking Mommy to take him.

Kevin makes $10k a WEEK running a lousy coffee house? Wouldn’t that be a gross of about $520,000 a year?! And Daniel swallowed that bullshit? Dumb and dumber. Ok, I’m off to buy myself a coffee house…

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