Hello, commenters! Ready for some live-blogging action? I sure am. In fact, like Kevin, I want to "bond on a fat kid level" with every one of you. So let's all summon our chubby inner child, shall we?

Ah, watching Project Runway and posting comments about it: What activity could possibly be more interesting? Other than putting jodhpurs on a pregnant chicken, that is? (Oh Malvin, how we'll miss you).

Welcome to the weekly web party that's as frivolous, sweet and pointless as a watermelon carpaccio. And also as tasty…yet tasteless too! Why not pull up a chair and imbibe?

Gather round, Gawker commenters, for another edition of The Greatest Live-Blogging Show on Earth. Wanna be a part of it? Well, to paraphrase Timothy Leary, just "turn on, tune in and drop by."

Top Chef Masters is over, and Top Chef Minors has arrived. This is good, because baiting minor-league chefs in a live blog is much more fun than master-baiting. Let the minor-baiting begin!

This is it Project Runway fans: Our long, forced fast from our favorite TV fashion-fight is finally over. Tim Gunn & Co. return tonight, and so does our commenter live blog of the proceedings.

We've got a big night of live-blogging in store, commenters: Two shows, back-to-back, spanning over two hours. Just thinking about it is making me sweat like a mountain goat at the beach.

Welcome back to the reality-show live blog that's both non-vegan and nothing-intolerant. Here, you can post meaty, cheesy or seedy comments to your heart's content.

Well folks, we're down to the Fab Five finalists: Frenchy, Smarmy, Sassy, Dorky and Snorey. These are the master chefs who can make a stomach sing with joy — but hopefully better than this one does.

Moments from now, Henry Louis Gates and a Cambridge police officer will finally fix racism in America, forever, over beer with Barack Obama. The cable news networks are, of course, already going nuts. We, of course, are already drinking.

Well, folks, it's finally here: The Final Six Smackdown! Flanders, Fishballs and their fellow first-round winners are back — and they're packing knives and taking names!

Welcome back, folks. Before we get started tonight, I'd like to take a moment to fondly remember Erica (a k a The Viceroy of Value), who recently departed the airwaves, perhaps never to return.

It's time once again for the commenter live blog where everyone is stellar. Here, all Sneetches — star-bellied or otherwise — are welcome to join in and post glib, bitchy quips about Top Chef Masters.

Well, a fortnight has passed since we last met, thanks to Bravo's pre-empting of TCM with The Fashion Show last week — a bid to trick us into watching their lame Project Runway replacement. Hope you didn't fall for it!

Michael Jackson died. And today is the huge, public memorial clusterfuck. On this post we'll be sharing, in the comments, our reactions to the event as it unfolds on every television network ever. Join us!

Hi there. Is everybody ready to talk about Chef Fight Club? After all, the first rule of Chef Fight Club is, "Everybody talks about Chef Fight Club," right?

Happy last Wednesday of spring! It comes only once a year, and you probably don't want to waste the rest of it doing something inane or frivolous. So why not join our commenter live blog instead?

Hey, you! Ever read a live blog and thought, "hey, I could do that"? Do you love to drink and talk about food (or to eat and talk about drinking)? Well, this could be your lucky night!

A week has passed since the commenter gang gathered to live-gab the season finale of our favorite foodfight. Thought you'd seen the last this little live-blogging luau (and my hyper-alliterative prose), didn't you?

Mardi Gras is over in New Orleans, but that doesn't mean we can't keep partying on the streets of cyberspace. Is everyone ready for our season-ending live blog blowout? Laissez le blog en direct rouler!*