In case you missed it, the reality show genius that is "Project Runway" is now back for it's seventh season. Bring on the chiffon, the silk charmeuse and a bunch of other fabric names gained from my level of fan-dom. As much as it may make people question my sanity, I have no qualms admitting that I've seen every episode of the show at least once, and mostly twice.
Technology marches relentlessly onward like a glacier, or at least a drunken freshman who NEEDS some pizza. We admire it, we rely on it, and those of us smart enough bet on it (if only Michael Vick owned a few Aibos instead of Rotweilers he'd be a fantastically wealthy man instead of a fantastically wealthy ex-con).
