So, Rock Star sends Soccer Tattoo Mom Patrice home and none too soon for me, thanks. She was so incongruous to me. Very smiley for a rocker and then Bam! inktopus. I think she’d do better with a Lilith Fair kinda deal.

Ironic that Toby got the Band shout out and also a bottom three slot. And Dilana and Ryan, please take it outside. Like waaaaaaaaay outside. Although it was clear to me that with the global perception being that it was a done deal and Dilana was It, the rest of the show a mere formality before the crowning, the Powers That Be wanted to knock the Studded One down a few pegs or ten just to instill doubt. I think they definitely accomplished that goal. All in all, though, if I had to pick the rocker with the pipes, the chops, and the level of charismatic intensity necessary for this particular band, it’s Magni all the way for me. Sorry, Dilana. Actually, sorry Magni. I’d rather see him head out alone.

Next week, my prediction is Storm goes home. And with the ending in a few short weeks, I think we might see another double elimination. If that’s the case, possibly buh bye Tobster and maybe Lukas. I love the little oompa, but he’s all wrong for ah behnd.

In other reality news (I MAC because I can…) on Project Runway 3, it was Night of the Living Mothers. Or A Mother of a Night. Whatever. Wow, what an interesting challenge. And by interesting, I mean tortuous. My Friend Timmmm wasn’t kidding when he said things were going to get tougher.

So everybody got everybody else’s mother or sister and most of these women were pluuus size models, which was an all new challenge for some of the designers. At the top, for me, was Uli who dressed Kayne’s mother. I thought she should have won it. But it was shock! Vincent who pulled out the win, with a dress for Uli’s mom that I can only imagine must have been much more impressive in person as they all loved it and I thought it was frumpy and oddly shaped. I will say that Vincent was marginally sane and, when compared with Tattooine Jeff, downright rational. Michael rounded out the top three, designing a reversable dress for Robert’s sister and once again impressing the judges. I heart Michael. Both Kayne who designed for Michael’s mom, and Laura who designed for Jeff’s very chic mom, missed the boat, as did Angela who designed for Laura’s mom. Angela got slammed the most, although, for all it was a bit odd, I thought it looked kind of cool, whereas the other two weren’t All That.

This leaves My TV Boyfriend Robert and Tattooine Jeff in the bottom. We find out that Jeff was a junkie and an alchoholic and has turned his life around, but I think America will join with me when I say that this does not give him the right to be an absolute ass and talk down to his model, Angela’s mother, who I never really saw as being all that difficult. He was an impossible asshole (until there were judges around, of course) and Angela’s poor mother looked all kinds of disaster in that dress and said so on the runway. I had zero problems with her throwing him under the bus. I would have backed up and driven over him again. And was it me, or did his neck seem to do an Alice in Wonderland kind of thing and actually get longer during the show? Very odd.

Robert, on the other hand, designed well for his model, Vincent’s sister, but once again went the safe, conserative route, and despite the fact that for many, many reasons, Jeff should have been bounced out, it was Mr. Barbie who took the walk of shame off the runwway. Clearly the entire room of designers was terribly sad to see him go. I think even Tim was a bit verklempt as well. I know I’ll miss him. I loved him and Kayne together. No one, on the other hand, would have missed Jeff. Ah well, his week is coming. He’s hovering the bottom three almost weekly for a reason.

Next week…more torture! Oh, and Laura is expecting child number 6. Am I the only one who cannot see her as a mother of one, much less six? It just escapes me completely. I’m thinking nannies. A staff of them. (And the footage they always show of her kids being total nightmares…cracks me up. Staid and elegant Laura with her absolute fear of sweats and mini vans, trapped in a house full of boisterous, lunatic fringe kids. Amuses me. I can’t help it.)

Tomorrow we’ll announce the SHaQ Attack winner! And if I can get my act together and get pictures, you’ll get a Special K and the Gang update.

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