Half-Assed Catch-Up Post
I’m trying to adjust to a new work schedule and so my daily television regiment has been thrown for a loop. (Eight to five? Have to wear a tie? What kind of madness is this?) And since I currently don’t own an actual set and have to wait for content to be loaded online I’ve been at least a day behind on everything. That being said, I wanted to make sure I hit a few points before the weekend:
- Gossip Girl — OMFG. There are cliffhangers, and then there are CLIFFHANGERS. In a way I’m surprised this wasn’t the season finale, but I’m also completely relieved. Since the strike-break, this show has gone from being more or less awesome to unquestionably fantastic.
- Reaper — Speaking of a post-strike resurgence, this show has completely solved its problem with being wildly inconsistent (and sadly predictable) in terms of storytelling and it doesn’t hurt that its also funnier than its ever been.
- Top Chef — Love Stephaine. Love Richard (which is odd since I used to hate Richard… though I still find his hair objectionable on every level. Love Andrew. Like Spike. Like Antonia. Dale? Well Dale is in a gotsa-go situation. I mean Jesus Christ man, RELAX!
- 30 Rock — The Jack in Washington plot line was perhaps the funniest thing that show has ever done. (The rest of the episode wasn’t so bad either.) “It’s not a leak, you can see the report.”

Alright, enough with the dancing about. Let’s draw some lines in the sand. But before we do that an quick observation: Ryan is one cheesy mother-scratcher, and I’m thrilled (though shocked) that he got the boot this week (especially given the massive fumbles by both our Hobbit-looking Australian friend and Nikki. Luckily, none of those three are my dog, to borrow a phrase from the once rotund Randy Jackson.
BLEEP
I don’t have a lot to say about the current season of Top Chef as we’re still in that awkward stage when there are far too many contestants to get attached to any one in particular (unless we’re talking about Andrew, who I see as a *slightly* more profane version of myself, except that he can apparently, y’know, cook), but I absolutely had to use this screen-grab of the preposterously hot Padma Lakshmi.
I don’t understand those people who can watch whole sporting events on ESPN Classic from years ago, knowing full-well what the outcome of said event is going to be. I guess for die-hard fans it’s all about the journey, not the outcome, but one has to appreciate a certain level of the unknown in competition. Last night by the time I got around to watching Top Chef it was 4:30 in the morning and I could barley keep my eyes open. I opted to go to sleep and watch it in the morning. Once I got up I started downloading the episode so I wouldn’t have to watch it on television and run into the problem I had last week where since I was recording a later showing the DVR would catch the end of the original broadcast right off the top and thus spoil the outcome. That being said, I couldn’t really do anything on my computer for fear of accidentally finding a spoiler-filled news headline on my homepage. Growing impatient with the download, I opted to just watch it on TV but to be ultra careful. More after the jump…
Enough of this malarkey!
My dear, you look absolutely perplexed.
“Your eggs in a hole were heavenly.”
It seems like the last time we had a new episode of Top Chef
You know you’re going to be in for a hell of an episode when you start with CJ saying to the camera, “I only have one testicle, but I have more balls than those other guys have combined.” Way to spell it out, CJ. You’re a champion in my book. Immediately after the teams find two letters that had been slipped under the door of the loft (a reality show staple as time tested as “tonight, we’re eliminated TWO people”). The letters were the full critiques written by that blogger from the restaurant previews the previous night. Ooooooh, the blogger! Everybody run! Actually, we’d later learn that her criticisms would play a key role in both restaurants’ futures: The Garage took the advice and made the appropriate changes. Restaurant April figured since they had already succeeded that would be enough to get them through the next night’s service. (Spoiler: it didn’t). More after the break…
Whenever the contestants gather at the beginning of the episode for the Quickfire Challenge there’s always the same reaction to the presence of the guest judge: unrivaled awe. While there is no doubt that the presence of these titans of the kitchen should elicit such thunderous praise, I sometimes question whether everyone immediately recognizes the chef, or if they need to be told who it is by producers. The thing is a chef, even a great one, is not a movie star. They are an invisible force behind the metal doors preparing your meal. Sure, if they have a food network show or an endless line of cookbooks the face suddenly becomes recognizable (it also marks the point at which the chef becomes a brand). Then again, maybe it’s because I don’t hang with a lot of top-tier kitchen talent. Still, if I walked into a room and P.T. Anderson were there, I wonder if I’d immediately know it was him.
It’s always fun to see how long it takes in a given episode of Top Chef for the very first product to be placed. This week we started out with some quick reflections of the departure of Joey before — COLD STONE CREAMERY!