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Current Mood:  squee-ing my arse off
Music: Held His Gaze by Henning Ohlenbusch

I haven’t done any metas for any of the episodes ever since Friendster put into effect the "review" portion…it just seems redundant if I ranted my mouth off and THEN posted a review. 
I liked this episode not only because we still sort of see the spark between Cameron and House, but because for the longest time (how about 3 episodes back), the show has waned in it’s brilliance (if only a tiny tiny bit)…the whole plot I very much fancied.
First off,  I am so surprised to see Samantha Mathis back…and looking a little older…and not necessarily in a good way.  But she’s still in shape and at least she didn’t resort to massive dosages of botox unlike Ms. Ward (who seems to be the poster girl for it).
There’s always the playful banter between House and Wilson and if one was a slash fan,  that bit of closeless always gives you a bit of  the squee-berts (I just thought of that word just…NOW).  And just to prove that I am very much in love with Hugh Laurie (mostly as House),  there was an odd couple-ish scene between House and Wilson where the latter teases him about his tivoed programs.  My eye (though most of the time, blind) zoomed in on "Blackadder" which coincidentally stars our cerulean eyed  thespian.  Looooooved the eye fuck-age.  He can render me helpless under his gaze…as if an invisible force has pulled down my undergarments and undid my bra.  Whoa!  Keyboard tourettes alert **siren wails**!!!  They don’t call me Chester the Molester for nothin’!
Without further adooddly-yo,  here’s a delightful review of last Tuesday’s episode, "Clueless":

"You’re pleased, aren’t you? You think you’ve proven every marriage is a mistake," Cameron asks. "Do I look pleased?" responds the displeased-looking House. They hold a gaze and their fingers linger just a moment too long as she pays him his winnings - not long enough to start ordering the wedding invitations, but enough to indicate we haven’t seen the last of this warped flirtation.

More after the jump.

Current Mood:  am the biggest bioooootch to ever walk this earth
Music:  Don’t Speak by Leela James

As it turns out,  Katie Holmes soon to be mother of evil spawn gets something out of this whole you-can’t-make-a-single-sound-out-of-that-ginormous-trap-of-yours-while-giving-birth-to-our-child plan by the craziest Scientologist to have ever lived, Tom Cruise.  He is in fact, rewarding her an i-pod, with tunes personally handpicked by him to ease the pain during delivery.  I’m curious to find out what delightful music he has in store for her.  It could be  sound bytes of all the silly things he uttered in all the movies he’s ever been in (i.e "Show me the money"…OR "I’m Lestat bitch!"…ok so the last one was something I just added in)…set to a perpetual loop.  Now that’s love and devotion!

Tom Cruise has reportedly given pregnant fiancée Katie Holmes an MP3 player loaded with mellow music to help her stay silent during childbirth.

The actress has allegedly agreed to deliver her baby in total quiet in accordance with a bizarre Scientology tradition.

To help her, the Hollywood actor, who is a devout follower of the sci-fi cult, has splashed out on a hi-tech iPod and handpicked over 300 tracks to help Katie keep mum.

A source told Britain’s The Sun newspaper: "Tom wants her to listen to music through her earphones so there’s no noise in the delivery room."

More after the jump

Current Mood:  extremely depressed
Music:  Angel by The Weekend Players

Though I’ve mentioned I may have not ample time to post, I can not help but turn to blogging in times like these…

It’s been reported that Mitch Hurwitz, the genius behind "Arrested Development" has axed any hope for a 4th Season.  Fans everywhere (which consists only of a handful of viewers) are getting more fucked up than usual (which again, includes me).

Series producers 20th Century Fox TV and Imagine Television had agreed on a deal to move "Arrested," previously on Fox, to Showtime — assuming Hurwitz was willing to come back. In the end, however, a mix of creative and financial concerns has prompted Hurwitz to move on.

In more disturbing news,  Katie Holmes is prepping for her "silent" birth to her first child.  She will be getting all kinds of moral support in the form of placards made by Scientologists reminding her to "shut the fuck up" during child birth.  I actually am for all this, that is of course if I’m a Scientologist mysoginist pig who takes perverse pleasure in seeing my wife suffer. 

Ok, I’ve said my peace…I’m done…for now.  I was going to gush about last night’s Hatha class (and any yoga class for that matter), but a mean Tom Cruise-like character, er, I mean someone who lives in the very house I call home has a very large cow everytime I mention the words:  yoga, meditation and MOTK.   

Things aren’t going so well at the home front, and I fear I won’t be able to go online as much. If it weren’t for my kids, yoga, my family and friends I would have completely resigned to my depression. I hope I won’t have to go away for long time. But it seems though that my life here in friendster just has to be put on the wayside.

I’m going to miss you all…

Current Mood: Am feeling some pain in my chest, should I stop smoking now?
Music: Army of Me by Grisby

OHMYCHRISTALIVE!

Luckily for them, the barista serving me was keeeeee-yuuuuuuuute. So I’m letting this slide. Plus, he thought I was an undergrad **thinks about giving mentioned barista a big sloppy kiss**.

Current Mood:  **coughs**  someone gave me this cough and I have a feeling the germ transfusion happened during Bikram and I’m seeking retribution
Music:  Secret by Howie Day

Damn American Idol…made me miss class, which is ok considering I am sensing a strong smugness from MOTK.  So sod him, despite all my attempts to open my heart chakra and be patient…
Anyhoodle,  am just enjoying Katherine Mcphee’s performance…I am a BIG fan of Ella Fitzgerald and I was so glad that she did the song justice.  Here she is, singing "Come Rain or Shine".  She is so darn pretty too!

Current Mood: cold has now been escalated into a cough but will however persevere, especially during kapalabhati breathing (must not care if snot flies across the room)
Music: We used to be friends by the Dandy Warhols

Have immensely enjoyed last night’s Hatha class with fave teacher, Anahatha. I just love her to bits!
The class was as always surprisingly intense but then she always incorporates something sensual to the practice and one can not help but feel a little “frisky” after stirring from savasana. Which benefits both my husband and I **grin**.
Am proud to have made use of muscles that I didn’t know could actually move…my butt cheeks have finally gotten the “face lift” it so much needed. Damn she’s good!
My body used to have a flexibility of a two-by-four, and in the beginning, reaching for my toes was as impossible as getting my wild and chemically damaged mane to look less frizzy. I am proud to not only reach for them, but if prodded enough (in a few months time…I wish) I could bend my body enough to see my own behind.
I guess it all started when I took MOTK’s class…it helped that I had a mild crush on him which has encouraged me to dedicate myself to the practice. There was always something to look forward to: the praises, the new poses that I could actually execute…I loved that my teacher notices the change in me.
And it’s not just the physical aspect of the practice that has won me over, it’s also the mental and spiritual euphoria I feel when we meditate and give thanks to ourselves and to others…and channeling that love and appreciation and applying that to my everyday activities has helped me become less…how you say…psychotic?
I have gained so many friends, my self-esteem has definitely risen to an ultimate high, and I have found a niche that I feel most comfortable where I am loved and accepted.

Current Mood: still stuffed up (when is this effin’ cold gonna go away??!!??) and ppppppppiiiiiiised off
Music: Henry the Octopus by the Wiggles (yes I said it! I am listening to the Wiggles!!!)

Just found out that my nephew has run away from home…and the worse part about it is, his own fuckwit father didn’t even care enough to look for him…FOR 4 days!!! What a major asshole!
He hates him so much that he doesn’t even care if his son goes to jail…or disappears for good. If I had a good mind I’d call the police on him…for negligence and abuse. Yes, I said it! For emotional and physical battering. I’m not self righteous, hardly even a prude…but when a parent gives up on a child who has done nothing but been obedient despite going through hell and back, I can’t help but wish the worse kind of karma for him. I know what to get him for his birthday, I’ll buy him a gigantic dildo…so he can go ahead and fuck himself. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Current Mood: craving for tiramisu cheesecake (and no I’m not pregnant!)
Music: Taylor by Jack Johnson

I’m coming down with something, and under normal circumstances this would piss me off, but I am an aspiring anorexic so I guess not putting on a few ounces is…good.
So I’ve been holding out on posting anything negative about the couch trampling dwarf, Tom Cruise (who isn’t the best actor out there by the way Mr. Richman…Gedde Watanabe trumps psycho Tom anyday!…even though I haven’t seen that fool anywhere…hmmm…where’d Gedde go?)
But I ain’t gonna waste my time typing…I will however copy and paste an interesting post from Tyler Durden’s blog (obviously not his real name):

“Tom Cruise blackmailed Comedy Central to cancel Wednesday night’s airing of the ‘South Park’ episode about Scientology by warning that he would not promote ‘Mission Impossible 3′ if they did. Comedy Central and Paramount Studios are both owned by Viacom. Paramount is the studio relying on ‘MI3′ to be their summer blockbuster. The Scientology episode first aired last November, and was set to rerun Wednesday night, but was mysteriously pulled at the last minute. Reports say Cruise went straight to the top and warned he’d boycott the promotion for ‘MI3′ unless the episode was pulled. ‘South Park’ creators Matt Stone and Trey Parker have been given a strict gag order not to discuss Crusie or his actions.

The bad news is that Comedy Central is a bunch of pussies. The good news is that the execs at Paramount have no memory, and don’t seem to remember what Tom Cruise was like when he promoted ‘War of the Worlds’. He just barely doesn’t need to be kept on a leash, they should lock him in a freezer, not book him on Oprah again. His insanity has gone untreated for another year, so the odds of him doing the Today show wearing a crocodile head for a hat and the pants to a suit of armor are somewhere around 110 percent. “

Current Mood: **head ready to explode**
Music: Flowers by Fauna Flash

Am caught entangled in the American Idol web…gaaahhhhh…though I’d like to say this is the most eclectic group, with the best looking contestants too. Forget I said that last sentence…my favorite happens to be one of the best voices I’ve heard in the history of the competition HOWEVER also has a mug, uh, let’s say that only his own Mum can love. But all that melts away when you listen to him sing…while you veer your gaze away from the tv screen. Oh my god, that’s mean **smacks own face**!!! He shares to viewers that he’s a diabetes sufferer as well as a little…deaf. So he’s basically Stevie Beethoven…’cept he’s only a little deaf (and not blind like Stevie Wonder…just checking…didn’t think you’d get the Stevie reference).
Here is a sample of his latest performance, singing his own rendition to Mr. Wonder’s “Knocks Me Off My Feet” . A little shaky at first, but he makes up for it at the end. Awesome…just awesome…