point is, i watched it. both episodes. 2 hours of gayness. moreover, i recorded it as if i could, at any moment's notice, refer to specific index number on the tape and recall that hair product must always be applied from the back of the head forward or that when walking into a room the chest should be sticking out and eyes commanding other eye-contact.

i've set my VCR to record next week's episode if only because i have a teenbeat crush on the culinary "expert" (although i would've done things a bit differently. mainly, that truffles and designer meat WOULD NOT go over so well in a kosher household.

but touch� bravo channel... your fledgling, underdeveloped network with mediocre programming has perhaps tapped into a goldmine of a market. but whatever will we do without all those airings of priscilla queen of the desert?

supposed i should add something meaningful to this entry...

...um...nothing is coming to mind...uhh... how about some new mattsonlyrics?

a tasty morsal:

i'm not looking for some postmodern eden, though i do prefer static to provisional. the elusive voice of pitchperfect reason has this mighty fortress reinacting jericho.

you became my bad excuse for breathing. now that you're gone, i'm feeling short of breath. you've been acquitted of your crimes of treason and eleveth hour appeals are all i have left.

--"l'raison d'�tre"