Rodents should not be on the menu in Top Chef.

Excited for next week too because I’ve always loved the mise en place race.

Yep, I was wrong. I guess I just conflated him with Tom, since they were both working on molecular gastonomy-esque preparations.

If Buddha gets eliminated at some point, how tempted will Padma be to say “Please pack your molds and leave”.

Out of the rankings entirely:  Kerry.  

I don’t give a shit about Rowling, nor do I have a parasocial relationship with her; I’m not entirely sure where you get that from my post. I don’t really much care what happens to her, really. I was just musing on the use of online harassment as a moral corrective. No-one has ever said “Oh, look, here comes a mob of…

I’m not sure I agree with the harrassment Rowling (or really, most people on the wrong end of a cultural issue) has received. Mind you, it’s not because I pity her or feel she’s been victimized or canceled (the trans community has suffered far worse), but because I just don’t think it ever does anything to convince…

(say in your sort of scenario where basically everything ends up being acquired by a hostile outsider who wants to oust the family as managers).

The similarity may be more than a coincidence.

Given the laughter that came after his suggestion that he might end up as a Number 2 (to Kendall, presumably) is probably a good indicactor that he’s not rising much further. And considering Tom, his benefactor/tormentor, seems to be adrift, the odds seem longer. I suppose I could be wrong, but this is probably as far…

So it’s kind of like an extreme version of Jason Rohrer’s The Castle Doctrine:

Kish is also on Fast Foodies (with 2 other TC vets) on truTV (also HBO Max, too, I think). I’ve checked out a couple episodes because I liked the guest celebrity, but I’m not sure I can wholly recommend; it seems to have a desperate “please make us a viral hit” vibe to it that turns me off a bit.

Everytime I’ve seen a story about this place, I just can’t see the point. They do the edible gold thing on their sundae, too, which...unless the flakes are candied, they are just an expensive version of those silver edible pearls you can decorate cakes with. I guess you’ll get the fun of seeing them in your poop…

If there’s anything I’ve learned from comics, it is that you can infinitely carve off pieces of a continuity and expand them into a a full series. Some of them are great*, some of them are middling, some of them are just completely pointless.

Nope.  That’s it.  TV is done.  We had a good run.

It’s like the satanic speed metal band, Slayer. A Slayer song now and then really gets the blood pumping, but I have never been able to listen to an entire Slayer album. At some point I shout “enough!” and turn the friggin thing off. Beau Is Afraid is a Slayer album.

I’m normally not super-nostalgiac for physical media—it takes up a lot of space and it’s a pain to pack and move—but stuff like this makes the case for it.

I mean,bananas are served with most Somali pasta and rice dishes:

“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, the problem with a lot of television, particularly American television, is it goes past its sell-by date.

I sometimes do that, but my bathroom isn’t all that far from my living room (small apartment), so I can mostly hear the dialogue (only with the sound of a waterfall muting the occasional line).