Someone Thought of the Children!

In today's "News I Really Need to Stop Caring About," Britney Spears and Kevin Federline's drawn out custody battle is over. Kevin Federline has sole custody, and Britney gets two visitation days a week, with one overnight.

We live in a world where Kevin Federline is a fit parent. Just let that soak in for a bit.

Okay... While I think this is for the best, I am a little sad for Britney. Her life recently has been rough. Yes, it's her own fault, but I still feel for her.

Here's hoping she gets back on track.

Let the Snip(p)ing Begin!

Ah... Project Runway... How I have missed thee!

Let's skip the obligatory "I love Tim Gunn " exclamations. Because they go without saying.* Especially when he give us his comments on this year's crop of designers.

So far, I've got nothing much to add. I like to wait till the second episode, mostly because I can't keep anyone straight.

However, Suede? Needs cut off the fauxhawk. I am DONE with the fauxhawk. I never liked it to begin with, and now they're EVERYWHERE. For no other reason than the fauxhwk, Suede is at the bottom of the pile.


*Mr. Gunn, if you're reading, I make excellent martinis and even better conversation. Email me!

UPDATE: My fauxhawk hate has not failed me. Suede is, in fact, a tool.

I'm Gonna Need Another Cosmo or Four

Okay, so Sarah Jessica Parker apparently reads my blog and is now intent on torturing me. A sequel to the Sex and the City movie is in early develpment. Touché, Silver. Touché.

The One Where They Gratuitously Reune

So, thanks to the success of the Sex and the City movie, there's talk of a big screen Friends flick. Do we really need this? The answer, in case you're hesitating, is "no."

I mean, I figured that we'd get some sort of reunion at some point. TV viewers love a "Where are they now?" program. (And by "viewers," I mean me.) I just feel like there's this faux-stalgia for late '90s/early '00s programming. People seem to think (erroneously, if you ask me) that 2005-ish marked the end of good television. And they're ready to eat up anything that hearkens back to that golden age. Thus, you get Sarah Jessica Parker's horse face blown up to ten feet on the wide screen. (Oh, yeah. I went there. I just don't understand why people think she's pretty. Sue me, Parker. Go ahead. I dare you.)

In any event, I know they're going to make the movie. I think it's pointless, but whatevs.

And, really, who am I kidding? I'm gonna shell out $10.75 to see it just like all the other schmucks.

Even MORE "Saved by the Bell"!!!

I don't think I have the energy to even think about the possibility of a SAG strike (since I've just spent the past month convincing others that there's no way that would happen) or to discuss the further changes to the Dirty Sexy Money landscape. Instead, I will squee about Raising the Bar.

Yeah, I know. It's yet another legal drama. But this one has two Saved by the Bell alums: Mark-Paul Gosselaar and Natalia Cigliuti. Obviously, MPG was the one and only Zack Morris on original recipe SBTB. NC played Lindsay, SBTB: The New Class's answer to Kelly. (And if you count the return of Zack's The College Years-style long locks, then that's one more former SBTB star.)

My excitement level is unnatural, mostly because I pretty much have no idea what this show's about. Something about former law school classmates? Or something? The cast is pretty awesome, though. Gloria Ruben? Jane Kaczmarek? I'm there already.