Oh, I'm sorry.
Did I say I thought Dancing With the Stars was a giant cheese-fest best described as the "Portal to Oblivion"?
Goodness. That sentiment is so last season.
As usual, events move quickly in the Whiplash World of Johnny Weir, and I am racing to keep up, gasping for breath and looking a bit flushed, as if something far more interesting and athletic than blogging was going on here .