I realize that I am putting myself at severe risk of being labeled one of those people that just talks about television shows all the time. But I have to say this: Iron Chef America fucking rules, except for all of the judges who apparently do not have a tastebud to share between them. Especially that food critic they got, who held his utensils in a toddler's ham-handed fist and whined about the stupidest things. If you are concerned about the dangers of eating bay leaves, Sparky, you have to make the decision to not put them in your mouth and chew on them. It is that simple. Just because it is a decorative garnish does not mean that you have to eat it.
I complain about this food critic because I am bitter. I am bitter that the Batali/Sakai Happy Love Team lost out to the Flay/Morimoto team of Pain and Agony. I just hated them SO MUCH. And also can Bobby Flay PLEASE stop CUTTING HIS HANDS OPEN. I mean, honestly. I am sure he has had SOME practice with knives in the past. Even if it appeared that he has had no experience with how to use a blender. (sigh) I think, although I am not sure, that I feel like one of those people that gets upset when their sports team loses. I have never been one of those people, but if I had to describe what I would have imagined one of those people felt, it would have been this. Maybe if Batali and Sakai had won, I would have run around yelling "WOOOOOOO" and tipping over KitchenAid mixers.
And just so I can talk about something that is not a TV show, my IT guy just walked past my desk, having a discussion, apparently, about glory holes. The worst part is I think he was thinking about a COMPLETELY different kind of glory hole than what I was thinking of.
Also, something really gross that I had never seen until just now: Spotty mouse balls. Seriously. I just had to clean my mouse. And the mouse ball looks...diseased.
I really try to leave you with the best mental images. Muah.