On TV

So in between the Olympics, I’ve been watching Project Runway. So far, this season has been fairly tame until this week’s challenge — make an outfit for a drag queen.

Oh my. It was interesting to say the least. Especially when one of the drag queens yelled out for Tim Gunn to call her. That was hysterical. But most of all, the challenge was just fun. Campy. Over the top. And just what the show needed to get me hooked again. I hope the producers have some more fun, zany challenges in store. 😎

If I had to guess at this point, I’d say the top four final designers are going to be Kenley, Suede, Terri, and Korto. Anyone agree or disagree? 

On a side note, there’s only about a month left until the new fall TV season starts. I’m probably most excited about Gossip Girl, Chuck, and How I Met Your Mother. Chuck and Blair! The other Chuck! Casey! Barney! Robin! Oh, how I’ve missed you guys.

I’m pretty blase about everything else. Heroes could be good with the new focus on villains, but they seriously need to cut down their characters. I just don’t see how they’re going to give anyone screen time considering how many folks are on the show now.

Fringe and Dollhouse look interesting. So does My Own Worst Enemy. And I really wish NBC was airing Friday Night Lights this fall instead of waiting until next year. But at least it didn’t get canceled all together.

But the start of the new season means I need to hurry up and finish Assassin 2, write a rough draft of Assassin 3, and think about some other new writing projects I’ve been mulling over. Because come Sept. 21 or so, my time will once again be sucked up by my favorite shows.

I swear I’m cutting back this year. Really, I am. I need to spend more time writing and reading and less time watching television. I think I was watching something like 11 shows last year. Yeah, I know. I need help. 

What about you guys? Which shows are you looking forward to?

What else is there to say about Michael Phelps? Wow. Just … wow.

I think one of the great things about his story is that it shows that hard work really does pay off. Phelps had a dream, and he worked hard for years to make it happen. And it did.

Publishing is a tough business to be in, but I’m humbled when I think about Phelps’ training regimen. All those early mornings, long days, and late nights. All the pressure he’s been under to perform. All the people talking trash to and about him. I can’t imagine how he’s held up through all that.

People say there’s no such thing as magic in the world. But this past week has definitely been magical for Phelps.

For the most part, I think people make their own magic, their own luck, their own mojo. But every once in a while, I also think something else steps in. Call it magic or the gods or destiny or karma or whatever, but I think it’s there. And it was smiling down on Phelps this week.

Wow. Just … wow.

if all these Olympic athletes really eat fried chicken sandwiches from McDonald’s and drink massive amounts of Coke. Because I’ve seen tons of commercials the past week were they do just that.

Even I feel my arteries hardening when I eat McDonald’s or chug down a Coke. So would an Olympic athlete, whose body is a freakishly fit temple, really pollute his buff physique with grease and carbonated beverages?

Somehow, I doubt it …