Just caught the last Top Chef episode on the DVR last night, and oh, the pain. Dale, though prone to bouts of frightening immaturity (see: punching locker, grabbing crotch threateningly), went far too soon, especially considering the caliber of some of the remaining contestants on the show: Hate hate hate! How can anyone look at [...]
I have a love / hate relationship with television, with perhaps a touch of the Stockholm syndrome. No, more like rubbernecking. I won’t go out of my way to get cable or procure a television or anything, but if it’s there, I watch it, whether it be something genuinely entertaining and witty, like a “Six Feet Under”, or something that induces cerebral tumors, along the lines of “I Love New York”. As a last resort, I will flip over to the Food Network to irritate myself out of boredom.
Why the Food Network, you say? Well, in the last few years or so, during my intermittent spans of television watching, I’ve noticed a bit of a transformation: everybody on the Food Network is damn annoying, insane, or an unholy concoction of both.
