Still not in the pink, but I'm going to attempt a quick rundown of last night's t.v. highlights. First off was America's Next Top Model, which in my weakened and still cranky state was mostly an annoyance. The three things that still stick in my mind are:

1. Getting all upset that you can't room with someone and then crying that you love them and you're always going to be friends and they'll be at your wedding and all that, when you've only known them for a week or something and you're not very drunk or on ecstacy, is just crazy/creepy. I'm thinking that maybe Ann(?)'s complete lack of personality, demonstrated by her photo shoot deadness, has caused her to latch on so strongly to the contestant with the most personality, like a person with scurvy might crave an orange.
2. If you contestants aren't already aware that modelling is one of the most destructive, evil, worthless professions in existence, and you're apparantly not, then maybe a close look at that hideous monster who looks as though she would be most at home bursting out of some victim's chest in a sci-fi horror movie but is apparantly America's Very First Supermodel will wake you up. But again, apparantly not. This must be what Tyra means about looking 'dangerous'.
3. And third, a lesson in antonyms for Ms. Banks: the opposite of common is not dangerous. Your forehead is not dangerous. I've got a number of snarky remarks beginning with "the only thing dangerous about that forehead is..." but I will not sink to your petty, flaw-seeking level, cause it is all about the love for this man. So let's move on to The Apprentice and Stacy R.'s emergence from the underbrush into the open field.