Dancing with the Obscure

I know the surprise hit of the season has been this show (don't you want to be John O'Hurley's mistress?), but my son and I have been addicted to another show - the fabulous Dance 360. The DJ drops it, the beats are fresh and the dancers bust it loose. It's on WB (natch) at 5.00, and is awesome. The contestants are a bunch of kids who are trying desperately to be 'street' and who say things like 'Yo! Who says white girls can't dance?'. I think secretly they are all students at Miss Ponsonby's School Of Genteel Etiquette and Dance, because the whole thing is weirdly wholesome - is it the out-of-date, mannered slang, or the fact that one of the hosts is a Nickelodeon alum, or that the prize in the dance-off is a paltry $360? Who knows?

Well anyway, the show has had the side effect af making my son and I dance badly around the house hollering 'Tag your man, tag your man, tag your man', and that can't be a bad thing.

Billy Bob Thornton disturbs me. I guess because 'Bad News Bears' is coming out, he seems omnipresent. He reminds me scarily of my ex, his looks, his persona, and most of all, his unsavory aura that you could go and have an innocent lunch with him and end up spending three days in a rat-infested sleazy motel drinking Jack Daniels out of a dirty tooth-mug in your underwear.

And here's a piccie of the cake from last week: Cake : Book