The Mr. Bill Homepage - http://www.mrbill.com/

Okay, so my only memory of Mr. Bill was from the revival Pizza Hut did for their TV commercials back in the '90s. But that doesn't mean he didn't burn up those TV spots. Because he did, and they made me happy like a little girl. This site looks like it hasn't been updated since 1994, and that's a good thing. Clips galore. Check it out.

Okay, I liked Chloe's stuff. I really did. But Daniel had the better runway line. All I remember about Chloe's line was that there was a lot of pink, green, and puffy sleeves. Daniel had wider variety and his stuff looked cleaner. But whatever, at least Santino didn't win.

She's creepy, y'all.

And sweet Lord, did it blow chunks. Someone sit Paul Haggis down and explain to him how real people actually talk to each other.

Four more Best Picture nominees to see. I'm not off to a good start.

So Diary-X crashed. My journal, Natural Born Cynic, which I had for just over four years (my first post was about the 2002 Olympics, incidentally), is gone. Disappeared. Left the building. I printed hard copies of only a few entries; the rest were all out there in cyber land, or saved on the hard drive of my PC, which I got rid of once I got my Mac.

So that's that. I'm back at square one. Hopefully I can make this blog look similar to the old one, and I'll get to post long, essay-type entries like last time, along with the shorter, spur-of-the-moment stuff. I actually think it's a change for the better. And there'll be more room for commenting and such.

So...stay tuned.