There's no watercooler in my office. And my boss isn't even in the office today. But let's all pretend we're standing next to one and talk television anyway.
Project Runway: It's all about Christian. Is everyone up on that? Because he's fabulous. I realize I've only experienced a few minutes of him, but I've already decided he needs a talk show. Either that or he can come live at my house and be my new best friend. We'll do each other's hair and watch Dirty Dancing on Saturday nights. It'll be awesome. And I feel kind of bad Simone got eliminated before the ripped dress girl. Because ripped dress girl appears to be on the fast track to going home anyway.
Survivor: Peih-Gee, stop. Stop talking. Stop having opinions. Stop trying to be in charge. Just stop. And why in the name of Jeff Probst were you trying to be in charge during the ball bouncing challenge when your drum had the smallest top on it? Bigger drum = bigger surface area to bounce the ball on = back off if you have a small drum.
Amazing Race: I couldn't handle the Asian dad. Seriously, his daughter has the patience of a saint and remarkable tact handling their conflicts. I would have told my dad to shut up and then refused to talk to him the rest of the day. The Goths are officially one of my favorites. I don't even know why. Maybe I just wish I could go by the name Vixen, too.
America's Next Top Model: Yawn. Of course Ambreal got eliminated. It's been a long time coming. And Heather's moping was annoying. Ambreal gets ripped apart every week without yelling at anyone in the shower. But Heather's not winning anyway. My friend thinks she will because it'd make a nice after school special kind of moment because she has Asperger's. I think she's really pretty but awkward and her awkwardness will eventually be a problem.
The Office: It's hard to decide which was better, the "Ryan is hot" diary entry, the 11 photocopies for everyone to read or shoving Toby's lunch tray off the table when he tried to sympathize.