I woke up this morning with the Floorshow song from Rocky Horror Picture Show in my head. I think that sometime today I may have to break out my feather boa and pop in that dvd and stage my own personal showing. A sure sign that you’ve been to one too many midnight showings is when 10 years since you last went to one, you not only still know what to yell at the screen, but can still do all the right dance moves to the various songs.

Looks like my description of Martha Stewart and Diddy got linked on Entertainment Weekly’s Popwatch page. While I think Martha’s cool and has done some fantastic stuff for home decorating and I love some of the crafts she comes up with, I can’t stand her new morning show. It’s like someone forcefed Oprah a handful of horse traquilizers. She just too…. s..l..o..w.

Survivor was pretty good last night, and the secret returning survivors were exactly who Eddie predicted them to be. The initial challenge was an 11-mile trek through the jungle, the winner of which got the good camp, supplies, and fire, while the losers got to row across the lake and go to their camp. The winning team ended up with all their men severely dehydrated and puking in the bushes, something I really didn’t need to see. You hear me, Mark Burnett? I don’t need to see projectile vomiting while watching the only good reality TV.