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Skating may be waning in popularity, but dedicated fans like us are taking to the blogosphere to tell the tale.

Holy Triple Salchow Batman, who else is going to tell us the difference between a Bauer and a Biellmann!

We’re down to only 8 designers left on season 7 of Project Runway, and I’m feeling bold enough to make a prediction for the final 3.

This was the first week where I could see a reason for them all being “Auffed”. Maybe not today, but someday. Even the top 3 were criticized. Poor Ben was getting “the edit” all night, and once ET phoned home, we knew he was a goner.

The 3 saved ones didn’t get criticized, but they have before. I felt it was like Jay was almost top 3, while Emilio and Anthony were almost bottom 3. Miss Ant is in over his head (Is it the editing, or are the contestants really slow on the runway up-take? If you’re in the bottom 3 and they call you name first, your safe. Duh.), and how much longer can Miss E be protected by Nina.

I think Miss Jay has top 3 written all over him, and he’s Lao. Not fake Lao like Chloe, but real Lao, so I root for him even more. Oh wait, that’s Jujubee from Ru Paul’s Drag Race. Nevermind. Go Pa-hil-a-peens!

Seth Aaron will probably also be in the final 3. Where was the SA tag tonight? I missed it. The jacket was creative, but looked like something Johnny Depp would wear in one of his recent “I’m so talented, I can play crazy” roles. He’s got such a skewered view of the world, SA reminds me of what Calvin would be like once he grew up and stoped hanging with Hobbes.

Has Maya pulled off Eve Harrington to Mila’s Margo Channing? Their creepy twin act weirds me out.. if I have to see one more shot of them side by side grooming that 70s drag hairdo… enough, it’s like “Children of the Corn go to FIT”.

Maya is getting the Kenley treatment. Nina has spoken. She’s been branded a copycat and “young”. And that dress… stylish yes, but unless you’re a cast member of “Ashes to Ashes” it’s not 1981 anymore.

Mila is getting the Rami treatment. Once Kors calls you a one trick pony, you’re on thin ice. Or 3rd.

Amy has two strikes against her now. Daring is for men. Women must design pretty. Am I the only one who watches? Likewise Miss Ant. Pretty is for girls. Men design bold. Think Santino, design a hot mess and you’ll make the final.

So that’s my pick for the final 3 folks: Jujubee, Calvin and Eve.

What’s yours?

Is that even possible?

Yes, say the promoters behind Smucker’s Stars on Ice, who have reportedly “uninvited” Champion Figure Skater Johnny Weir because he’s been deemed not “family friendly”.

SOI is of course the brain child of openly homophobic former Champion Scotty Hamilton, who is known to give tour tenure to his golfing buddies.

I guess Johnny rotten ran over the diminutive star’s dog with his Miata, or whatever it is that gays drive these days.

Well, the fur will fly, at least off ice, as GLAAD sticks it’s pink nose in, and kicks up a sequined fuss. It’s all fun and games until someone loses an Gaga inspired eye piece.

I predict there’ll be tears before bedtime.

Life imitates art.

Not content with simply watching the bizarre antics onscreen, an LA woman took audience participation to the extreme and had a meat thermometer plunged into the neck of a fellow viewer.

A meat thermometer!

Did she think they were watching Gwyneth in “A Perfect Murder”?

The ruckus was the result of her being asked by her victim to not speak so loudly on her cell phone while the movie ran.

Hmm… I wonder whose side Emily Post would take in this one.

I selfishly hope the incident keeps people from attending the overhyped horror film cum art flick.

Apparently not content with running just the asylum, the inmates are now running the movie theater.

Now that Sir Andrew’s follow-up to Phantom, “Love Never Dies”, has previewed to critical jeers, it turns out Otto may have known what he was doing.

Back in 2007, ALW’s little kitten named Otto “accidentally” deleted the entire score to the new musical.

Andy had to rewrite the whole thing!

And now that he did, most theater goers are realizing that that darn cat knew what he was talking about. The play stinks worse than a litter box!

Reports that the feline felon was upset after being denied the starring role are unsubstantiated.

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