Whew, almost didn't make it! I got all wound up last night in the last hour of the last Project Runway and forgot my rant. Shut down my computer this morning saying "doh!" as I remembered my rant, but too late. I came late to Project Runway and am sorry now that I missed so much. I'm not into the reality shows, you know, except for an occasional foray into Survivor, and a peek now and again at some of the wierder ones (I confess I love Dawg the Bounty Hunter). However, seeing as how I am peripherally in the fashion industry, this one was fun. As usual I rooted for the hated Wendy Pepper - I liked that she was upfront about cutting everyone's throat from the get-go. I knew she wouldn't win, but I rooted nonetheless. I hated Kara, especially wen she pretended not to understand her breaking the rules about the shoes. I was glad when one of her models almost took a header getting tange=led up in a dress. The guy who won, though, Jay. I knew he'd win the second his models stepped on the runway. This finale would be the water-cooler topic here at Joann's except we don't have a water-cooler.
SHAMELESS SELF-PROMO
I am in an art show again, this time in Pacifica at the Sanchez Art Center. It's hanging until 4/9. I don't have the deets here at work but I'll post them later.
FASHIONABLY LAID (hee hee)

My sister and I have become huge afficionados of dog shows. We watched Westminster over the last two nights (unfortunately since several hundred miles separate us we weren't actually together) and it was quite fun and educational. They give a good overview of how each dog relates to people, like how the Scottie displays obvious superiority to its people, and Bull Terriers will join you on the couch after an active puppyhood. I have a hard time believing that dogs are all the same species. Look at a Chinese Crested next to a Neapolitan Mastiff and you'll see what I mean.


Chinese Crested


Neapolitan Mastiff (this was the breed that plays Fang in Harry Potter)

How can these both be classed as "dogs"??? Cats don't have as much variation. Long hair, short hair, long face, squishy face, but all around the same basic size and shape. Definitely cats. Even the Big Cats pretty much look like cats.
Here is another example, and then I rest my case:


BARK LIKE A DOG
off the leash and on your bone!!!

I was in Borders the other day and picked up the book "He's Not That Into You" which is an extension of a bit done on Sex and the City. After reading some of it I wanted to go home and put my head in the oven. According to the folk who wrote this book, no man I have ever been involved with in my whole life has been into me, present honey included (present honey has, after 4-1/2 years, something going, but he is most definitely not into me by the definitions presented). Actually, if a man treated me like the men who are into one is supposed to treat one, I would probably think he was a stalker or a nut. Anyway, on that note, Valentine's Day is coming. I had a date sort of near/on V-day once, I think, when I was about 20. I don't get cards from anyone but family and the occasional girlfriend. I send them dutifully every year, because hope springs eternal. I was much relieved to hear that my sister never has dates, either - this year is the first and the guy thought she was telling him the hotels would be booked because of President's Day, so even the new Mr. Perfect is semi-clueless. My sister is a gorgeous creature who has men hovering in her vicinity at all times, so hearing that she has also been bereft on V-day was a boost to my esteem. It's all a hoax I know but I'm such a hopeless romantic.
STUPID CUPID

My mom and I went to the Golden Gate Kennel Club Dog Show at the Cow Palace last Sunday. I always love the dog show, especially this one - it is a "benched" show, which means the dogs are on display for the weekend, and not just bouncing around the show ring. The best part is that you can pretty much fondle all the dogs. I enjoy the judging, and can't imagine having to choose a "best of breed" from the morass of identical golden retrievers. My mom said they looked like computer cut-outs. I was petting all the dogs, and noticed my mom wasn't petting any of them and when I asked her about it she said she was afraid she would weaken. She found her weakness in a wonderful wire-haired daschund. We did manage to get out of there puppy-free.

We followed up with a visit to a Samoan eatery out there on Geneva a couple blocks toward Bayshore from the C.P. gate. Interesting food, and if you are gastronomically adventurous, worth a visit. Lots of meats and starches. I would go closer to a traditional mealtime than mom and I did, because it is cafeteria-style and some of the food was a little tired at 3:00.

None of the dog handlers were dressed like this. Maybe dog shows would be better attended if they did. (p.s. this is one of my personal favorites of porn, although too stylish for cut-to-the-chase types.)
DOG WALKER