Why is it that last week when I was preparing for finally having the internet at home, I was reading the New Yorker and planning to get up to speed on working artists, highlighting (with an actual highlighter!) names of painters to look up - and then I get the internet, and what do I do?

Watch the catch up episode of CYCLE 16 (America's Next Top Model), and discover the winner just now by doing a damn google search... 

Wouldn't have guessed, the non-role model girl - however, Louise Brooks style, still sexy after 80 years.

Still gonna watch the rest of the season, cause I have the house to myself and a six-pack of Miller Light pounders.