<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, zzzzzzzz]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, zzzzzzzz]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/zzzzzzzz http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/zzzzzzzz <![CDATA[Bearish 'Runway' Finalist's Hibernation Habits Not Tim Gunn's Definition Of Making It Work]]> And then there were five. Last night's Project Runway was the last before next week's catty reunion episode. (Apparently the African-American girl we have no absolutely no recollection of was really upset about certain things someone said about her!)

In it, two of the remaining designers were to be eliminated before the Fashion Week finale shows to come. We'll never say which, of course, lest some surly, spoiler-averse Runway fan leave a gift on our doorstep of a beloved pet with a stiletto heel jutting through its skull. Given free run of the Metropolitan Museum in which to find their inspiration, some rose to the challenge (Christian's "super super super super super super super chic" Three Musketeer's outfit), and some did not (Sweet P's utterly un-peacock-like Cinderella smock). As for gigglebear Chris, he finished early, earning himself a nice nap—that is, until a deeply disappointed Tim chose to rouse him from his snorey slumber by tiptoeing up to his ear, and shouting, "BUT IS IT WOWABLE?!?!?!" at eardrum-lacerating decibels.

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You've no doubt noticed that Carson Daly's been demonstrably less gut-bustingly hilarious these past few weeks sans pro writers —the bon mots his niece texts him from math class usually fall flat—but the show hit a new low last night when the material-starved talking head, openly looking to kill a few minutes, held a "talent" show featuring members of his put-upon staff. Listen to the tone of voice of everyone in this thing. Heaven's Gate members were peppier.

Writers, stop producing those "Speechless" videos. Fred Armisen, take a breather. Your propaganda is here. Simply ply a lowly scribe with the meth necessary to get though an entire one of these things each and every night, have him pull the most soporific longueurs, and post it on YouTube.



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