Mumbly
Maybe there's a whole Madame Tussaud wax figure in my ear, but I couldn't hear what the hell Molly Parker was saying.

And so, once again…
we have a player that clearly should have been in the final three by virtue of solid performance over the course of many episodes knocked out while we, the viewers, were left to yell, "No-o-o-o-o-o-!" at our screens. (Literally, in my case.)

Spike is a Doody-Head
The only way Spike should have been in the winner's circle is if all the diners got to eat the soup out of one of his precious hats.

Just wait until next week's show, in which Jen sculpts a twelve-foot tall statue of Zoi out of mashed potatoes and liver, all while chanting, "Zoi is love. Zoi is love. Zoi is love."

When I first moved to New York from Seattle, a "knowledgeable" friend told me that, unlike back home, there was no good beer here. He was full of shit.

Holy Shit
That's really goddamn annoying.

Gotta disagree, Kingink. I love Adam Hughes (when he's not just doing a Playboyesque cheesecake pin-up) but Kevin Maguire draws the best smirk in the known universe. God, I loved this book.

Yeah, I, too, am often struck by revelations about actors who aren't in the movie I'm watching. Like, I was watching Casablanca and it hit me how lame Rob Schneider is.

*sigh*
I really wanted to like this movie, but it's just not well written. There's not enough of a plot to keep a toddler interested and the comedy isn't nearly funny enough.

That picture might be, in some way, mildly intriguing, if I hadn't already seen the movie and didn't know how utterly unsexy and soul-crushingly awful it is.