Project Runaway From the Black Guy

As LID readers already know, Project Runway is back and better than ever! Already we've seen challenges to design a dress for Miss America, a dress made out of materials in the contestants' apartment, and one based on dogs. But have you noticed that Michael, the black contestant who has a street attitude but designs beautiful pieces, gets hardly no props on the show? If it wasn't for the runway scene, we wouldn't know anything about him! He gets no sound bites, no "talking to the screen while in the private room" moments, and I'm starting to wonder if they even let him stay in the same apartment as the other contestants. Where's Jesse when you need him? I'd be pissed if I was Michael and saw how much I was cut out. So in the spirit of helping a brotha out, here's a little smidgie about my man Michael (also known as Ralph Ellison's "The Invisible Man" in the book of the same name).

Shout out!

You know who you are!

As this image suggests, LID readers, most of The Dizza's friends are violent, eager and willing to pummel a mutha. So don't mess with my crew, son!

The Dizza Turns 29

Not yet...but tomorrow! Yes, July 25 is the magic day, when good falls over the land and peace is felt on earth (hear that, Hezbollah and Israel? Don't make me fly over there and put the smack down like Supafly!). Understandably, LID's loyal readers have been clamoring for something to send The Dizza. And those of you who have been with me since the start know the answer immediately...why, Kenneth Cole of course! I'm not picky, it could be a pair of socks, a headband, whatever...I've even got a Kenneth Cole keychain, for cryin' out loud. Although I won't be mad at anyone who sends over an IOU for that smooth Michael Kors belt I've been clamoring for.

You know what always got me, though? I never got to share a birthday with a cool celebrity. Some people get Jaimie Foxx, Halle Berry or Bill Cosby...I get Estelle Getty and Iman (do you even remember who she is?). Big whoop. A 300-year old actress from the Golden Girls and a washed-up supermodel.

Anyway, I still have to figure out where I'm going to eat tomorrow. Since I just switched jobs and don't have any vacation time, I can't do the "fly to New York City, eat and fly back" route, tempting though it may be. Maybe I'll go to East Side Mario's, a great restaurant next door in Livonia that's set up to look like NYC on the inside, complete with a replica of the Brooklyn Bridge that crosses overhead from one side of the restaurant to the other. Hopefully I won't run into East Side Luigi or South Side Mario, two rival drug lords of East Side Mario...I'd hate to see a knife fight go down right when I'm biting into my linguine...