Forever sorry
I'm a shocker, aren't I? It seems like every second (infrequent) post includes an apology for my extreme lack of updates. But I'm very busy, you know. At least half of the week.
Oh dear.

Things I've not covered (and said I would)
a) Saved By The Bell. Yeah, I suck. But I still will talk about those gems from Bayside High at some late stage ... seriously. Like, maybe when somebody 'donates' the two DVD sets to me that have come out. Ha. Worth a try.
b) The Logies.

Oops. Okay, I stuffed up big time here. I even wrote notes. But then I never did anything about it. And, given that it was several months ago now, there seems little point. But I will say this: I HATE Eddie Maguire.
Much as I love Rove, he needs to find the funny (I have no idea how he got the award this year, people).
Down with the Poo!

(Though Delts looked lovely and I am getting, albeit reluctantly, used to them as a couple).

There's a Blair in there
Poor old Blair McDonough. Sure, he's the most succesful of the Big Brother losers, but he's fast gone from flavour of the month to ... somebody nobody really pays any attention to anymore. And that's even with his undie ads.

Even the Neighbours producers don't seem to know what to do with him, and after months of him walking around bumping into things, decided to make him a copper. And yet, most of his scenes still involve him chasing after Toadie and Connor. I mean, Connor? Seriously?
Not helping, is the fact that his lovely ex Delta (or, as Eddie Spudhead would say, "Deltra") wrote a song which all but labeled him a dirty ho.
This is what poor Blah had to say when asked if he was the subject of "Not Me, Not I"; "[Laughs] I don't know. I might be, then again I might not be. If I was, I don't care and if I'm not, I'm glad as well."
Hmmm. Wasn't "I Don't Care" the name of her first single?
And, when asked if he and Delts keep in touch;
"No. Not at all."
Oh dear.

All praise THE WONK!

Some, foolish, ignorant types don't understand my love for former Sabrina "star" Melissa Joan Hart. You see, they don't understand how crazy she is, how wonky her eye is, or how big an alcoholic she is (ahem, all admirable traits, if you were wondering).
The high point in MJH's career thus far (I mean, after you disclude her stalking of Nick Carter, reviving Soliel Moon Frye's career and starring in the world's least seen but greatest - in it's sadness - reality show) was her episode of MTV Cribs in which she showed her insane obsession with Shirley Temple, and her hiding places for bottles of gin around her home.
I love her. Stupid cow that she is.

Mercury Snore

Even with that new guy, nobody really cares about Mercury 4. I'm sure quite a lot of that has to do with the fact that Cole is so weird looking. Some of it may also have to do with their snoozy songs. I don't know whether I should love or hate them for their version of Bobby Brown's clasic "Every Little Step", because it's equal parts good and bad. But I guess Bobby is a write-off nowadays anyway, isn't he?
(He's still my hero ... in some sort of way)
Luckily, however, we have found our first subjects for Celebrity Extreme Makeover! Hooray!

My Cousin Vinnie

Remember Vinnie Patterson, Summer Bay's loveable scamp who married Leah Polous and then may or may not have perished in a jail fire after being framed by his dodgy dad for fraud?
Me neither.
But it turns out he, or more accurately the man who potrayed him, a certain Mr Ryan Kwanten, has turned up on an episode of Eliza Dushku's new show Tru Calling, which starts here on Seven this week.
And if Ryan's new Hollywood career isn't setting your pants of fire, you will no doubt be delighted to here that Chris "Nick Smith" Egan has landed a part in what sounds a hell of a lot like a Troy TV movie rip-off. I presume he doesn't play the horse.