In today’s economy, I find it hard to believe that a TV channel like Food Network is able to keep all of its current programming and exist as a channel (although if there are even a thousand bored college students like me, they should have no trouble through January). Once January’s over, though, they’ll have to trim some fat (shoot me on-sight if you see me). Hopefully that fat will land itself in a place where it can grow into something immoral and mostly devoid of cooking advice. A tacky porn site. These are my ideas for the big switch:
Roy and I read a lot of books. In fact, it’s almost all we ever do. Usually we only read top notch masterpieces by the likes of Hemmingway, Riekki, Vonnegut, Shakespeare and Seuss. But, every once in a while a book so bad will make its way into our extensive library, where we are invariably forced to read them cover to cover, that we will actually wretch in our leather easy chairs. These are the worst nine of those books.
Close, but no cigar, Ms. “I’m From Alaska and Refuse to Fix My Teeth”