My new favorite TV program is "So You Think You Can Dance?" This is utterly useless television at its finest.
Last night's was the requisite throwaway auditions episode, but it contained my new role model, Nigel Holt. He was your basic break-dancer with a massive ego, but everything he said was spoken in a matter-of-fact way. Here's a Quicktime video of Nigel dancing.
I can't even be bothered to work up some gall over today's explosions in London. It was too half-assed for comment.
Remember that Florida teenager who slammed a single prop plane into an unoccupied office building on a Saturday?
No? My point exactly.
Of course, that doesn't stop Americans from spinning themselves into fits. What the hell is an "Orange Plus Alert?" It sounds like some sort of product sold on television:
"New Orange Plus!! Now with added readiness!!"
Here's a reason to move to Iowa (possibly the only reason).
I need to become wealthy. Now that my wife has finished with her internship, there is a tiny lull until she starts work in September. In the interim, she is putting her amazing cooking skills to use and I have been the beneficiary of ridiculously good and creative meals. Tonight she is making something that involves Guinness. I don't know what it will be, but who cares? It has Guinness! It's being made by Rachel. You can't go wrong there.
This is a good way to live, methinks. I need to become wealthy so my wife won't have to work. Then I can continue to eat better than celebrities. Of course, that would be a waste of Rachel's talent, for her to stay home all the time.