Live Blogging Project Runway, Week 9
MisterHippityL · 09/10/08 07:30PMHello, you asstastic people! Are you ready for another asstastic hour of group live-blogging madness? Oh, am I saying "asstastic" again? Sorry. It's become my favorite new word, ever since commenter downlow used it (aptly) to describe Leanne's winning design last week. Now it's my catchphrase - my "fierce," if you will. Everything lately is asstastic! Everything but me, that is. I'm actually kind of a sad chicken this week, because Stella is out. (Fortunately for Tim Gunn, she didn't brain him with her hammer when he called her "ebullient" - what kind of adjective is that for the "heroin Cher"?) I'll miss Leatha, and I'm sure you will too. But don't despair: I wouldn't be surprised if she and her boyfriend appeared in their own reality show soon. They could call it simply: "Stella and Ratbones." With a name like that, how could it miss? I'd watch a show called "Stella and Ratbones." Wouldn't you? Anyway, here are three asstastic "things to watch for" as we live-blog tonight: Girl power! Expect the women to keep kicking ass tonight, on the way to what I predict will be an all-female final three (or four). To paraphrase Helen Reddy: They are woman, hear them roar! In numbers too big to ignore (five out of eight victories to date)! In tonight's preview, I glimpsed this message scrawled on a chalkboard in the women's apartment: "Bad Ass Mutha Fuckas In The House!" That pretty much sums it up, doesn't it? Double auf heaven! As I mentioned last week, the final faceoff of this season's three (or four) finalists will occur in New York's Bryant Park this Friday, but eight contestants remain. This means they must multiply some eliminations, and stage several "decoy" shows on Friday, to avoid spoiling surprises. So news that two designers will be auf'd in tonight's team challenge should come as no surprise. Let's hope the losing team is Blayne and Suede - Blayne, because he called Mary-Kate Olsen a "fashion legend" last week; and Suede, because we've had to look at that fauxhawk long enough. The fauxhawk must go. Life imitates snark! Remember when I joked that, given all the recent guest stints by charismatic past entrants (in unflattering contrast to this year's crew), they may as well stage a joint appearance by Christian Siriano, Jay McCarroll and Santino Rice to the strains of "We May Never Love Like This Again"? Well, it turns out that something very close this is actually slated to occur tonight - off by one person and, probably, minus the song. When the moment comes, we'll all just have to sing it ourselves, OK? Well, that's enough from me. Let's get ready to liveblog, all you bad-ass mutha fuckas! Tonight is gonna be asstastic! (P.S.: We miss you Jerilyn! Come back under a new name soon!)