Sidelined with viral bronchitis, I've become a creature of TV, because everything else is like "thrum thrum thrum" in combination with the expectorant, decongestant and margaritas (2 parts green mix, 1.5 parts Sauza Hornitos, 1 part Cointreau). TV is more like, "whee-ah, whoo-wee, wah!" (Name the specific episode of the specific television show I'm quoting, because you are a nerd like me.)
Given a choice between "thrum thrum thrum" and "whee-ah, whoo-wee, wah," I'd hope that you'd make the wise choice. But my wisdom might not be yours.
Anyway, so it's "Project Runway," season 2, episode 3, and they're like, "you gotta do this for ... Barbie." I couldn't believe my ears. I'm like, "There's a Nicene Barbie?" Y'know, in the same sense as the Nicene Creed. That would be incredibly heavy, and yet almost punk rock (or alt-metal?) in its ridiculousness. But, alas, it's My Scene Barbie.