I got to go to the finale of America’s Best Dance Crew Thursday night and man. What a show. I got tired just looking at em go. Those little rascals!
Anyhoo, mostly I just ate cookies from the Kraft services table and made fun of strangers with my friends C-Lock and Sky, but some exciting stuff did happen..
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The Fox Reality Awards were held last night in Hollywood, and those suckas let me, ChickBomb and our good friend and local hero Trisha in to make trouble. We were skeptical at first. Trisha took one look around the room and said “How can you tell who anyone is under all those layers of makeup? It’s like a room of casserole faces.”
Everyone was really nice, like they had no idea we were just going to come home and make fun of them with you. Hullo. Smarten up, reality stars! You will notice that there are zero pictures of Chickbomb in this article. Sorry, but she insists on maintaining her private life. Instead, you will get me, my eight chins, and Trisha. Let’s get to it!
Last week, the Sci-Fi channel threw a Battlestar Galactica Gives Back party in Hollywood. Unlike another show this season which I won’t mention (if I have to hear “This is My Now” one more time I’m stepping on a baby. I’ll do it!), we weren’t pressured into helping needy children or forced to think about malaria or AIDS and no one was asked to actually pony up any cash to better humanity. No Katrina families were saved at this Gives Back event, but for one magical night, a lot of geeky ass weirdos felt cool at a big Hollywood party, and for that I give thanks. It’s the first night I haven’t felt like the bearded lady since I moved here. Drop your inhibitions at the door and come with! No reason to feel insecure, we’re totally the hottest people here! This is Battlestar Galactica Gives Back!
