Well, I have watched 3/4 of the premiere of Wickedly Perfect, but I cannot bear to watch another moment of this disasterously dismal display of... you know, I can't even be bothered to think of more words that begin with dis. One of the teams did name themselves The Crafty Beavers, though the only actual beaver featured was the one which kept coming dangerously close to popping into view whenever judge Candace Bushnell was on camera. If the best you can do for a judge who is clearly supposed to be a well-qualified arbiter of good taste and refinement is someone who shows up wearing the classic uniform which they hand out to first-year students at the Acadamy of Stereotypical Streetwalkers - full length fur coat over leopard print top, fishnet stockings, and a skirt that really did only fall just centimeters below where her undoubtedly crotchless panties began - you need to forget trying to get the jump on Martha's own upcoming reality show and just go ahead and whip up another CSI or something. Okay, to be fair, the coat isn't necessarily part of your standard issue strolling ho's ensemble, it was more the sort of thing that your pimp might loan you so your goodies don't get all frosty during your crack break. I didn't stay to see which of the two contestants from The Artisans whose apple projects were deemed the worst got voted off the show, but I can announce that between the competing two-word reviews I've just thought up I am dismissing "Perfectly Awful" and my appropriately lame quip to end this will be "Wicked Bad".