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Just like my soul does whenever I see a text from you.

YES, it’s another Q episode. We’ve actually done this one before - it was, like, the second post on this blog. It’s one picture of Q in a Napoleon uniform and it’s boringggggg. So I’m re-doing it under our new paradigm. 

The episode opens with someone calling the ship for medical help as Bev walks around in the hallway:

Walk walk fashion baby / This is a five-year-old Lady Gaga reference

Look at how well her coat fits! In other episodes, we’ve seen MAJOR volume in Bev’s coats, so this one is a nicely-fitted change. I’d like to see her pair this with some graphic leggings and a nice pump. (Side note: come on, pumps!)

Force field provided by Breakout by Atari

As the Enterprise tries to go help the medical emergency, they are STOPPED in their spacetracks by this force field, which is of course the work of:

"No, like a BEACH BALL but CLEAR. And I said THREEEEE snake heads!!!"

The whole deal with the Q continuum is that they don’t “really” “look” like “anything” but honestly if you had all the power in the universe, wouldn’t you choose to look like a three-headed cobra crystal ball? Sure. Anyway, it’s Q, and he quickly changes back into the human-resembling form we know and loathe:

It’s called a Caesar cut because you put anchovies in it

Here he is working an “admiral’s uniform” that I am pretty sure is just a regular uniform with some wired gold ribbon from Jo-Ann Fabrics glued on. Somewhere, someone is wrapping this ribbon around a styrofoam wreath for holiday decor.

Q, as is his wont, transports the crew to a planetoid to fuck with them. It has two moons (not two suns):

[John Williams theme plays]

Check out Data’s eyes in this shot!! BLU-RAY ALL THE WAY.

Dress code: Napoleon Formal

Of course this is what he’s wearing. OF COURSE. I’m into it, though. That gold scarf/belt, that bright-ass red jacket, those flowing pants. He looks like a white Andre Leon Talley at a Bastille Day celebration.

Care for a Fresca?

That golden sheep medal represents the order of the Golden Fleece, an order of chivalry that’s been around since 1430. You can also see the floppy sheep on Brooks Brothers shirts. In the case of Q, it mainly serves to reinforce his dickery.

Did you piss in this Fresca? You did, didn’t you

Riker is special and Q says he’s going to give him Q powers, so he can give his friends ANYTHING THEY WANT. For example, he gives Worf a Cosmo:

I’M NOT A GODDAMN MIRANDA. I’M THE SAMANTHA. WE’VE DISCUSSED THIS

Tasha sasses Q and he sends her into the penalty box. The magical penalty box.

I think we can all agree that Tasha is the Miranda

If anyone ELSE goes in the penalty box, Tasha gets TURNED INTO NOTHINGNESS. So everyone is real committed to NOT going in the penalty box. And then THESE guys show up:

I just love a man in uniform

Check out those tails! And those boots! I bet these guys are H-O-T HOT!

Oh.

This is what reader Madigan referred to as “pig-lions in soldier costumes, left over from the local high school production of The Nutcracker” and honestly that’s PRETTY on point.

Q continues proving how powerful he is by pulling stunts like:

I served with Data. I knew Data. Data was a friend of mine. Senator, you’re no Data

This just looks freaky but DOES speak well of the makeup department, because this is quite accurate.

Have you ever, like, REALLY looked at your hand though bro

This is when Riker realized that he could have been jerking off with both hands all these years.

The crew does eventually get to help the hurt people:

I’ve got a bad case of Red Arm

I’m not sure, but that lady might be wearing drop-crotch capri pants. Drop. Crotch. Capri. Pants.

Seriously, my arm is like so red, can you help me doctor

Her jacket appears to be crafted from a reversible duvet and a brocade curtain pull. She’s Bed, Bath, and Beyond in human form.

"I need both your wrists at the worst possible angle. Great"

This poor little thing is dead (on the show. Not in real life. As far as I know). Riker can’t save her or her 50 Shades of Pepto jacket. It’s sad.

Everyone gathers on the bridge for a Family Meeting about Uncle Will’s new weird powers. Q shows up in this:

I find a voluminous hood makes my giant head look smaller

Somewhere between an actual monk’s robe and a Snuggie lies this garment. Q is like, “hey Rikes, why don’t you give all your pals a present!” Riker is like:

ARE THOSE TACOS

The first “gift” he gives is making Wesley 10 years older. That looks like this:

I’m gonna jerk off with BOTH of these

Are you going to sit there and tell me with a straight face that they couldn’t find ONE ACTOR who had BROWN HAIR to play grown Wesley? Or is the implication that Wes would get a California dye job?

These pants aren’t working for me

Beverly isn’t digging it.

The “gift” he gives Geordi, of course, is his sight:

These eyes. Are cryin. These eyes have seen a lotta things through a VISOR but they’re never gonna see another VISOR like I had with you

He’s not into it and asks for his old boo boo eyes back:

SPOOOOOOOOOOKY

I just want to give Levar Burton props for wearing those creepy solid contacts. I’ve heard they’re terrifying.

And then we come to Worf’s present. Worf’s present is:

My liege, I have brought you much fishnet

THIS KLINGON LADY. LIKE IT’S OKAY TO “GIVE” A PERSON TO ANOTHER PERSON. Who was this lady before? Did she have a life? Did Riker materialize her out of thin air? THERE ARE SO MANY QUESTIONS and the biggest one is WHY DO YOU THINK IT’S OKAY TO GIVE WORF A LADY.

(The answer is our fucked-up society and how we’re still not reaaaaaaalllly over the past when women were, quite literally, property. COOL SOCIETY, EVERYONE.)

In any event, she looks fly.

ARE WE FIGHTING OR FUCKING

Unnamed Klingon Present Lady is wearing a delightful combo of a printed leotard and fishnet overlay, accompanied by:

Not the best outfit to army crawl in, probably

I think those are Spice Girls-style knee-high platform boots. YOU GO, UNNAMED KLINGON PRESENT LADY.

The worst part of the Worf situation is that he doesn’t go “oh, you know what, it’s FUCKING GROSS that you gave me A WOMAN as a present,” he’s like “I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS TRICK.” Ugh. Anyway, she is sent back to whatever ether she came from and starts a shelter for ladies who were created by the Q as presents for people.

In the end, Riker doesn’t keep the Q powers, and Q bounces. But he’ll be back.

Oh, Number One. There’s a reason I’m captain. It’s that you’re an idiot sometimes

Also this happened:

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hugonebula:

“Master glassblower and stained glass artist Loren Stump in California has wowed the internet with an extraordinary display of virtuosity. He created a “loaf” of glass, called murrine, out of carefully layered glass rods that, when sliced, reveal a painstakingly detailed work of art in cross-section.

"The most impressive thing about his work is that the resulting image can only be seen in its entirety after the murrini is cut…"

(via Artist Creates Glass Loaves That Can Be Sliced Into Beautiful Portraits Like Bread | Bored Panda)

mistercococat:

coco! what do your cat eyes see?

I’ll start this off by saying: this is a good episode. Just a good, solid episode of television with fine performances by our regulars and guest star Terry O’Quinn (who most of you probably think of as Locke from Lost but I think of as Moira Kelly’s dad from The Cutting Edge). That said, THERE AIN’T NO CLOTHES IN THIS THING. So this’ll be a shortie.

However, this is the episode that opens with everyone’s favorite holiday, CAPTAIN PICARD DAY!

That looks NOTHING like me, NOTHING

Picard is understandably a bit embarrassed about the outpouring of love from the ship’s children:

Aw jeez you guys aw jeez

Picard’s bashfulness is endlessly entertaining to Riker, though:

"I’m Jean-Luuuuuc, I’m the caaaaaaaptain, la la la"

Of course, in the middle of the judging of the kids’ crafts, some admiral calls for Picard:

It’s called the Prince Valiant and it’s a VERY popular hairstyle 

The admirals’ uniforms at this point aren’t TOO exciting. Contrast the above with this one from Season 2 or this one from Season 5. “Hey, you know what would be great? Just some gold piping down the front?” “And what else?” THAT’S IT.” “But I’m an admir—” “I SAID THAT’S IT.” Sad.

Anyway, this admiral is like “you gotta go pick up Terry O’Quinn now” and Picard is like:

LOL please ignore my embarrassing banner

So they go pick up Terry O’Quinn, who is also an admiral:

We always hang in a transporter stance 

I mean, this is one too many strikingly handsome, gravitas-laden bald men on a single starship, if you ask me. As soon as he got on board, you knew he and Picard were gonna have WORDS:

We got a bald-off, y’all

I like his pips. The cuff detail is also nice:

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh / Oh, oh, oh, oh / Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh / The right cuff 

The reason Terry is here is to help the Enterprise look for the titular Pegasus, Terry’s old ship on which Riker served. Terry and Riker have a PAST and it is RICH with SECRETS. They kick it to the missing ship and who is there but:

Reliable Romulans

This is a fine example of Romulan wear. Not much else to see here. 

Basically, there’s something on the Pegasus that both the Federation and the Romulans want. Terry O’Quinn knows what’s going on. Riker knows more than he’s letting on. I’d recommend watching the episode, but I’ll tell you the SEEEECRET later on this post if you want to know.

We don’t get much else for clothes, but we do get to see Rikes in his exercise clothes after a bat’leth incident. 

I’m injured! AND SEXY

Your diagnosis is: perfectly furred chest

The dramatic reason for this scene is for Riker to say “I knew what I was supposed to do and didn’t do it.” THIS PARALLELS SOMETHING IN HIS PAST I THINK. But the real reason for this scene is for Rikes to walk around with an open bathrobe. Bev knows:

My god, that bathrobe is marvelous

That’s it for fashions, but we do get to see Picard with an iPad, eating sushi:

I was playing Candy Crush

And also this ensign, who’s working a much nicer version of the Prince Valiant we saw earlier:

I make it look gooooooood

Eventually, the SECRET OF THE PEGASUS is revealed, which is a cloaking device that Terry O’Quinn was working on. This is a violation of a treaty, and Riker kept quiet about it (THE PARALLEL MISTAKE, SEE???). The episode ends with Picard arresting Terry O’Quinn and Riker turning himself in, with a nice little scene of JLP and Rikes in the brig:

We cool

Captain Picard day is June 16th! How will you celebrate?

Reader Brandon Z. sent us this recommendation with the following details: “It has Data with a beard, a blonde chick with rather sensible clothes (for STNG), a female Vulcan doctor (=less Pulaski), and a pretty good plot involving sexual repression and transferring of consciousness.”

I’M SORRY, DID YOU SAY LESS PULASKI? SIGN ME UP.

But this is how it starts:

FINE, WHATEVER

You know what though? I’m gonna give one thing to her in this shot: that face looks fresh. to. death. (Late 80s-style, but still.) Pulaski always wears the minidress-ish uniform, which is fine. Fine. THIS IS FINE. MOVING ON.

Data calls Troi and Geordi into his quarters to check something out. This is their reaction.

Uhhhhh…sure, buddy. Sure

This is what they are reacting to:

Deal with it

Obviously the only explanation for this is that Data wants to be Riker.

The main plot of this episode is that the Enterprise receives a distress call from a planet, and an away team goes to check it out. Medical assistance is requested, but instead of Pulaski, Dr. Selar goes. Who is Dr. Selar, you ask?

HEY GURL

Why, it’s just Suzie Plakson, AKA K’Ehleyr, AKA Worf’s Baby Mama, AKA Queen of Jumpsuits. Except right now? She’s a hot Vulcan doctor, because it is impossible for her not to be hot. 

I MEAN.

You are working that haircut that belongs on a 1950s Dennis the Menace type character SO HARD and I am NOT MAD AT IT. Also: blush level is HIGH today, I repeat HIGH.

The person who made the distress call was this lady, Kareen:

I like a sensible wrap vest to pull a look together

Kareen and her boss, Dr. Ira Graves, Respected Scientist, live in seclusion on this planet. Kareen is wearing a lovely ensemble in burnt oranges and rusty mandarins that by all rights should look terrible on her (she looks like more of a Summer to me than an Autumn), but look quite lovely, actually. 

She works for this guy:

Hello. I’m a diiiiiiiiick

This guy, a “respected scientist” literally says, like a minute after he’s introduced, “Women aren’t people. They’re women.” 

FOR THAT REMARK, SIR, YOU DESERVE THAT UGLY-ASS ROTTEN OATMEAL COAT.

Still a dick

Oh, you thought you could make that look good with some bronze accents? SORRY, IT DIDN’T WORK. AND YOU’RE STILL A DICK. AND THEN YOU DIED.

He did die, in the show.

Basically what happens then is that Dr. Dick transfers his consciousness into Data’s body, and everyone is like “Data, you are trippppinnnnnn.” Then Kareen changes into this outfit:

Are they pants or a skirt? DOES IT MATTER?

Once again, she is rocking those Autumn colors. Maybe I was wrong. Are you an Autumn, Kareen?

Oh.

Okay, maybe you’re not an Autumn. That caca brown is doing you no favors. However: get that thing in a nice berry like Deanna’s wearing or a deep teal and we can talk.

Photoshop level: expert

See? Much better.

Can we get Naomi Watts? She’s still in Australia? Okay

This was just a really nice shot of her good hair. Since Dr. Dick is now living in Data’s body and also since Dr. Dick was apparently pining for his hot young assistant, Dr. Dick in Data’s body tries to get with her (grosssssss) and convince her to live forever with him in an android body. Like Twilight, but not.

She says no.

HA HA CHECK OUT THIS STUPID-ASS BIOLOGICAL BODY

Dr. Dick lives in Data for a little while longer, while his real body chills in a space coffin. But then they get Dr. Dick out of Data and he goes into the ship’s computer. Obviously.

This was a weird episode with not much in the clothing department, but just for good measure:

Isn’t that so much nicer? 

monasticmaestoso:

open the doop, get on the floop. everybody walk the dinosoop

It’s been a very stressful past couple of days but this made me laugh really hard

n0-sudden-revelations:

flatbear:

tickling-your-man-boobies:

dudewheresmycat:

give me the reasons not to reblog this.

they don’t exist

You don’t see many Mumford and Sons gifsets. This is really cool.

YOU DON’T SEE MANY MUMFORD AND SONS GIFSETS

@pleatedjeans

Important. 

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My mom taught me the valuable lesson of never taking candy from a stranger.  I’m pretty sure she never said anything about taking Jell-O shots from a stranger.  Technicality?

I should preface this introduction by saying… don’t be like me.

A few weekends back I was celebrating Jazz Fest with some friends.  There’s a certain spirit here in New Orleans that I’ve never encountered anywhere else. As we left the all day music festival… dusty, sun-tired, and thirsty, we found ourselves smack-dab in the center of an epic neighborhood block party.  Backyard gates were open to reveal full bands playing to the street, people set up folding tables with steaming crock pots selling gumbo, grills racked with meats for sale or not sale, and…. in the midst of the happy chaos… a girl in a neon wig selling Jell-O shots off of a simple plastic tray.

I was like a moth to the flame.  Again… don’t be like me.

It took a whole 2.2 seconds of deliberation before one of my fine friends offered up dollars for the little novelty shots… from a stranger… in the streets.

It was good.  It was green.  It was Jell-O.  The moment felt exactly as it should, so right with a splash of reckless.

My block party Jell-O shot got me thinking about how I could fancy up Jell-O + vodka.  Oh the possibilities!

Would it be too soon to say I’ve found my new calling?  How about… I’ve found my Memorial Day Weekend calling:  super couture Jell-O shots, sans jello, added cucumber and gin.

YES.

Notice that I’m calling these treats Shot Bites and not Jell-O Shots.

While they are small and jiggly and boozy, they are made from unflavored gelatin and not Jello-O brand stuffs.  Using unflavored gelatin give us some breathing room to create flavor combinations that move beyond the Jell-O box.  We really need to move beyond beyond beyond the Jell-O Box.

We’re talking about fresh cucumber juice, lots of lime juice, fresh ginger, strawberry puree from sweet strawberries… we’re going all out!

For these four recipes I used a few different ice cube trays:  

Hexagon Ice Cube Set.

Heart-Shaped Ice.

The Perfect Cube.

You might also consider mini disposable cups, or a mini muffin tin.  Choose your path.

Everything I learned about fancy Shot Bites I learned from The Kitchn.

Here are the basics:

Fresh Juice and Sweet Tea Shot Bite Math

1 cup liquor + 1 cup non-alcoholic liquid + 2 envelopes (5 1/2 teaspoons) unflavored gelatin

Let’s talk about this math.  This formula represents the maximum amount of alcohol we can use to create these shot bites.  Any more alcohol will mess with the gelatin and our Shot Bites won’t set up properly.  Heed the math.  For each of these recipes, I used about 3/4 cup alcohol because I tend to like a less boozy bite (aka college was ten years ago).  We can just replace any of the missing alcohol with whatever non-alcoholic liquid we’re using. On that note, you could leave out the alcohol completely to make these bites family-friendly.  Remember, 2 cups total liquid meets 2 envelopes of gelatin.  With that math, you can make so many delicious things!

First up!

Sweet Tea.  Ginger Lemonade.  Bourbon!

Sweet Tea and Ginger Lemonade Shot bites start with lightly sweetened tea.

This is a layered bite so it requires two juice mixtures and a bit more time.  Totally worth it!

Powdered gelatin is added to the tea.

Softening the gelatin over the iced tea creates waves.  I like this part.

With a bit of heat and a good dose of bourbon, we’ve got our bites!

You’ll need: The Perfect Cube Tray

To make Ginger Lemonade, you can use store-bought or homemade lemonade.

I juiced a few lemons I had on hand and added a bit of fresh ginger and sugar to sweeten.  Judging by the honeycomb inspired ice cube tray I used, I should have used honey instead of sugar.

Ginger spice!  Not the Spice Girl… actual spice from ginger.

If you’re making this recipe for both Ginger Lemonade Shot Bites, and as a topping for the Sweet Tea Shot Bites, feel free to double this recipe.

You’ll need: Hexagon Ice Cube Set

Strawberry Margaritas just feel like they’re too good to be true.  Make it into a Shot Bite and that’s it… I’m moving to the moon.

Strawberries are so lovely right now, we’re just blending them with a bit of sugar and water to create a pale pink strawberry puree.   Add fresh lime juice and we’re in Margaritaville (sorry/not sorry).

Smooth strawberry puree with lime.  Ready for the gelatin and a bit of heat.

You’ll need: Heart-Shaped Ice Tray

Can green juice also be just a little boozy?

You know the answer… YES!

I used my juicer to make a simple cucumber and green apple juice.  Lime too!

If you don’t have a fancy juicer, you could totally grab a store-bought green juice and be just as happy!

You’ll need: The Perfect Cube Tray

Ladies, let’s discuss The Confidence Code. There’s the book, of course, and a lengthy excerpt appeared in The Atlantic a few weeks ago now. (Full disclosure: I have not yet had a chance to read the book yet, and suspect I won’t for a while.  But the article is chock full of things to discuss — particularly among overachieving chicks like us.) Some questions at the start: Would you generally call yourself confident, or not? Do you consider yourself competent, particularly compared to your male coworkers or classmates? Have you found that your personal assessment has changed through the years (perhaps as you got farther away from school)?  And here’s the important one: what changes have you made in yourself to address these challenges? What changes have you seen friends or coworkers make?  (A flip side to the question: can you describe your most confident female friend or coworker?  How can you be more like her?)  (Stay tuned tomorrow when we have a more specific discussion about imposter syndrome — let’s try to keep the discussion today focused on confidence.)  We’ve had some other great discussions before about Lean In, as well as our own Corporette take on where you think you’ll be in five years or ten years (inspired by a NYT article following up with women lawyers from 10 years ago) — I also think this book ties in a bit with Harvard Business School’s recent drastic efforts for gender equity.

Some highlights from The Atlantic excerpt of The Confidence Code:

• Women wait for perfection:  “Underqualified and underprepared men don’t think twice about leaning in. Overqualified and overprepared, too many women still hold back. Women feel confident only when they are perfect. Or practically perfect.”  Yes.  Perfect is the enemy of good — and done is better than perfect.  From another section: “Women applied for a promotion only when they met 100 percent of the qualifications. Men applied when they met 50 percent.”
• Overconfident, incompetent people get ahead:  “Infuriatingly, a lack of competence doesn’t necessarily have negative consequences. Among Anderson’s students, those who displayed more confidence than competence were admired by the rest of the group and awarded a high social status. ‘The most confident people were just considered the most beloved in the group,’ he said. ‘Their overconfidence did not come across as narcissistic.’”
• School and life have different barometers for success: “As Carol Dweck, a Stanford psychology professor and the author of Mindset: The New Psychology of Success, put it to us: ‘If life were one long grade school, women would be the undisputed rulers of the world.’ … And yet the result is that many girls learn to avoid taking risks and making mistakes. This is to their detriment: many psychologists now believe that risk taking, failure, and perseverance are essential to confidence-building. … What a vicious circle: girls lose confidence, so they quit competing, thereby depriving themselves of one of the best ways to regain it. They leave school crammed full of interesting historical facts and elegant Spanish subjunctives, proud of their ability to study hard and get the best grades, and determined to please. But somewhere between the classroom and the cubicle, the rules change, and they don’t realize it. They slam into a work world that doesn’t reward them for perfect spelling and exquisite manners. The requirements for adult success are different, and their confidence takes a beating.”

For my own $.02: I would call myself confident, but only to a point — I hold myself to fairly high levels of success and often feel like a failure when little things go wrong.  Am I competent?  As a lawyer I would rate my competence (or perhaps, more accurately, my confidence in my competence) somewhere in the middle of the pack, at least among the folks I’ve worked with and graduated with.  As a blogger I would rate my competence much higher, but only because I know what my numbers are (traffic and money), and assume they’re good compared to most other bloggers.  Still: I know I could be doing more, making more, bringing more traffic, and these things haunt me.

To me one of the most interesting things about this topic is how the equation changes once women leave school — I call it “gold star confidence.”  I’ve always been plagued by these insecurities, but they would abate once I got my gold star — my A in the class, my 100 on the paper, my good-enough LSAT/SAT/AP test score.  I would think something like, “well, apparently my effort was good enough, even though *I* know I could have done more” and take that with me into the next round of classes, or to the next paper.  On the flip side, once I began working (first as a journalist, then later as a lawyer), there were no gold stars.  Particularly in BigLaw, there was just a lockstep paycheck and bonus with the rest of the lawyers in my class.  My confidence got weaker without the constant stream of gold stars, and any “wins” we experienced seemed completely attributable to a group effort.  As I’ve said before, part of the reason I like blogging and owning my own business is because I can focus on numerical metrics for success and give myself gold stars.

If we’re just focused on confidence, that it’s really fascinating to think of the most confident people I’ve known.  In my younger years, I think, I accepted confidence more easily — the older I get the more I view it warily. For example — if you have not read the Atlantic excerpt yet, go and do a word search on “Rebecca” and read the bit about the two hypothetical employees, Rebecca (quiet and careful) and Robert (bursting with ideas, many of them wrong and dumb).   I have TOTALLY known many, many Roberts through the years — mostly men, but a few women. And of course they’re the ones who get ahead.  But I don’t think to myself, “ah, he’s brilliant!” or “he deserves that promotion more than Rebecca!”  But I admire him for his lack of self awareness, and ability to loudly stumble onto one or two great ideas, and, I suppose, for his lack of shame at wasting people’s time with the bad ideas.  But then, I’m not sure I would want to live in a world full of Roberts — the Rebeccas are necessary to, you know, get stuff done and get it done right.  So maybe we need the Rebeccas to stop enabling the Roberts — and, fine, fine, be a teeny, tiny bit more like them.

When I took the confidence quiz, I thought I was answering smartly (ha! I am absolutely certain that I am neutral about rugby!) but still got “low confidence.” The quiz suggested tips such as “get focused,” “be grateful” (which I totally agree with — but seems like chick advice), ban NATs (negative automatic thoughts), and face failure.  Many of these tips are things that I’ve already been trying to implement, but instead of “boosting my confidence” I’ve been thinking of it more as, “keep moving forward – like a shark — because there is no time for self doubt and lack of focus.”

I’m curious, ladies — what did you think about the article?  Do you identify with the Roberts or Rebeccas more? Do you suffer from low confidence — and if so how are you addressing that?

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What an amazing time we live in.

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Here’s a thing I wrote for work that you guys might like. Keywords include: Tron Ballet, American Beauty on Ice, and French Dirtbag Gallagher. I LOVE EUROVISION.

Sometimes good guys win.