I saw a shark. And jumping over that shark was one Donald Trump, calling himself The Ringmaster and announcing that the circus was in town. Well, he was right about the circus. Celebrity Apprentice has hit the airwaves again. I am hopelessly addicted to any variation of The Apprentice (including plain vanilla, celebrity, and the British version). It's hard to watch a train wreck, but there are isolated redeeming moments that keep me coming back. This season Trump has separated the teams again into male and female. I don't know his reasoning but I would guess that there's less pretense starting out that way. No one is filtering something for the opposite sex. Women get cattier in a crew. Men get puffier in a pack. So here are a few random observations from last night's premier: Gary Bussey is a mess. His inability to turn off his cell phone was reminiscent of Blago trying to use his Smartphone in the last Celebrity Apprentice. Dione Warwick on the register? P...
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