20040926
union jack meets the stars and stripes
recovery time. woohoo!
their american brothers must be rollin over dying. i woke up today to the TV blaring giggles to trendy funky music. tristan and the barber were twisting earl's dreadlocks and asking... something. the translation on the bottom of the screen went, "how long since you've talked to your dad about it?"
"i don't think i've ever talking to him about it," earl says, "i've got to let him know."
"if you were given a chance to talk to your dad about it right now, what would you tell him?" tristan asks.
earl, with his big, round, brown eyes, the barber wielding a razor close to his jugular to take out errant little strands, turns into the tv, "dad, i'm sorry if i've been a disappointment to you. but for the past five years, it has all been about you, and now i'm doing something for myself. ..."
later dane goes shopping for home effects, knocking over a picnic umbrella, a barbecue grill, and eventually running away with a chainsaw. he returns to earl's pad and arranges bottles of grooming effects on a nightstand that doesn't at all look like a bathroom.
julian grabs earl to show him a red and white shirt with brown swans flying across the back that make their way to the front, to be paired with cream slacks and some leather shoes. he shows earl the 13th of only 17 pairs of an exclusive new york-based gym shoe and some jordans by nike. julian makes earl change into an orange shirt with drawstring jeans and an orange pair of gym shoes, "now that, is absolute new york style," julian says, and everyone drools over the outfit.
i'm sure it was just the outfit that they wanted. coz one of them said, "look at how that outfit just matches your color."
"he said he didn't want the orange because it was wrong somehow," someone said. earl rubs his face in shy, sheepish admission. aww.
dane shows him his new barbecue grill and a lounge area with white gravel and bean bags, and peyton teaches him how to mix a cocktail with peaches, strawberries and pineapple, and ground beef for hamburgers. the fab UK five troop out with their dog, earl shaking his head in happy contentment.
in true british fashion earl calmly slices the fruit and adds them to the punch. he chops some coriander and squishes some mustard onto the beef. he applies product - "feels like beads," he says - exfoliating his face and changes clothes. hmm! i forgot what jason showed him - but since earl's change was just a home makeover, there wasn't much to add to his taste in culture.
"you look like a hundred pounds," one of earl's friends say when they enter his pad. bravo, knowing they air for an american audience, translates speech:
one of = one of a kind
bloke = guy
100 pounds = 180 dollars. literally.
this is only the second queer eye for the straight guy UK edition i've seen, and just like their american counterparts, they're not fun unless they jump on a bed or crack a joke or break something at a store or their host's house. (they always break something.) i'm biased with the brits - coz they're european, ahaha. the editing hides it well, but like all guys both the brits and american queer eye guys would rather participate rather than just watch someone live their lives. ;-)
there's a 'queer eye for the straight girl' coming out, too. sheesh! i remain undecided - can you imagine what kinna squealfest that'd be... the shopping will be endless and it'll be like walking on eggshells if they encounter a host they don't like... ahahahaha... for some strange reason, unless you're ellen or margaret cho, women find it harder to be funny than guys. *sigh.* so strange! ;-)
ok, enough brooding. shopping time! :-D ¶ 9/26/2004 01:06:00 PM
their american brothers must be rollin over dying. i woke up today to the TV blaring giggles to trendy funky music. tristan and the barber were twisting earl's dreadlocks and asking... something. the translation on the bottom of the screen went, "how long since you've talked to your dad about it?"
"i don't think i've ever talking to him about it," earl says, "i've got to let him know."
"if you were given a chance to talk to your dad about it right now, what would you tell him?" tristan asks.
earl, with his big, round, brown eyes, the barber wielding a razor close to his jugular to take out errant little strands, turns into the tv, "dad, i'm sorry if i've been a disappointment to you. but for the past five years, it has all been about you, and now i'm doing something for myself. ..."
later dane goes shopping for home effects, knocking over a picnic umbrella, a barbecue grill, and eventually running away with a chainsaw. he returns to earl's pad and arranges bottles of grooming effects on a nightstand that doesn't at all look like a bathroom.
julian grabs earl to show him a red and white shirt with brown swans flying across the back that make their way to the front, to be paired with cream slacks and some leather shoes. he shows earl the 13th of only 17 pairs of an exclusive new york-based gym shoe and some jordans by nike. julian makes earl change into an orange shirt with drawstring jeans and an orange pair of gym shoes, "now that, is absolute new york style," julian says, and everyone drools over the outfit.
i'm sure it was just the outfit that they wanted. coz one of them said, "look at how that outfit just matches your color."
"he said he didn't want the orange because it was wrong somehow," someone said. earl rubs his face in shy, sheepish admission. aww.
dane shows him his new barbecue grill and a lounge area with white gravel and bean bags, and peyton teaches him how to mix a cocktail with peaches, strawberries and pineapple, and ground beef for hamburgers. the fab UK five troop out with their dog, earl shaking his head in happy contentment.
in true british fashion earl calmly slices the fruit and adds them to the punch. he chops some coriander and squishes some mustard onto the beef. he applies product - "feels like beads," he says - exfoliating his face and changes clothes. hmm! i forgot what jason showed him - but since earl's change was just a home makeover, there wasn't much to add to his taste in culture.
"you look like a hundred pounds," one of earl's friends say when they enter his pad. bravo, knowing they air for an american audience, translates speech:
one of = one of a kind
bloke = guy
100 pounds = 180 dollars. literally.
this is only the second queer eye for the straight guy UK edition i've seen, and just like their american counterparts, they're not fun unless they jump on a bed or crack a joke or break something at a store or their host's house. (they always break something.) i'm biased with the brits - coz they're european, ahaha. the editing hides it well, but like all guys both the brits and american queer eye guys would rather participate rather than just watch someone live their lives. ;-)
there's a 'queer eye for the straight girl' coming out, too. sheesh! i remain undecided - can you imagine what kinna squealfest that'd be... the shopping will be endless and it'll be like walking on eggshells if they encounter a host they don't like... ahahahaha... for some strange reason, unless you're ellen or margaret cho, women find it harder to be funny than guys. *sigh.* so strange! ;-)
ok, enough brooding. shopping time! :-D ¶ 9/26/2004 01:06:00 PM
