Somebody Else's Nimrod

I slept through SV tonight. I have it on tape, but let's just say I'll be covering my fannish eyes til I have the chance to watch it.

I caught America's Next Top Model last night, and it was surprisingly hilarious. Maybe it's not right, but I find it a lot easier to laugh when Tyra Banks picks on stunningly gorgeous girls than at the typical abuse ladled out on losers on most competition shows. "You need to go down by the dock and see what the hookers wear...and then not wear it," was the advice a fashion consultant gave one of the girls, right in front of all the others. (It's more than a little ironic, though, to see how constantly they emphasize they're looking for a "model, not a street model," someone "glamorous, not trampy," when by middle America's standards, most things the all-exalted models wear are pretty damn trampy.) Tyra Banks is a lot more of a presence than I would have guessed, and her willingness to make fun of her old photoshoots is oddly appealing. If you have an hour to kill, there are worse ways.

I can't believe they may be delaying the airing of "Starcrossed" to July. The hell?