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Apologies for my lateness to the party, but we don’t have cable, and it’s taken me two centuries to download Top Chef, series 2. Having watched the finale last night, I’ve come to the conclusion the judges are inept morons, and that Marcel should have beaten Ilan by a country mile. He’s my hero. Thank you, Marcel, for your presence on a TV show so many miles beneath you.
MARCEL VIGNERON: GENIUS.
Now, back to that rent-a-cop sit/lie jail-beating civil rights story I was working on.
WHAT? They took I Love Lucy off the air??
(Sorry, Matt… couldn't resist.)
What the hell. Marcel is a pompous ass and Ilan was obviously the more talented. Marcel can take his foam and crazy scientific beakers to Crazy Science Experiments and apply over there. Who wants to eat that crap?!
Just wait 'till the scientists create the food replicators. We'll have the beautiful nexus of Top Chef and Battle Bots.
Marcel cooked with creativity and insight. Ilan was a bully who only knew how to chuck saffron at a dish. He massacred the Hawaiian ingredients, humiliated himself by colluding in Marcel's assault by Cliff, then fought tooth and nail to get Sam to sabotage (I think-it's personal opinion, not fact) Marcel's last meal by "forgetting" the fish. So much bullshit. And Padma called Ilan's dish "flaccid and limp." But really, she was saying, "you're a schoolboy. Marcel is a man!"
And Steve: Pay for my TiVo and I'll blatantly get it! 'til then, next up, I'm gonna blog about this hilarious new show, 30 Rock.
People, it's till. It's a separate word from until. It means the same thing, but it's a separate word. No apostrophe.
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Final was thief vs. thief. I wish the kitchen had exploded.