The Type A List

The other night, I thought I would have to kill Turtle. Or at least give her a stern talking-to. I mean, we're very fond of her, but her taste in trash television would make you weep. Of course, what she does in her own private life is her business, but when she infects my man with her bad habits, that's where the indulgence comes to an end. Oh, the horror of coming downstairs to find him watching Logo's The A-List! Logo's one of those sad channels that runs like a dozen different commercials in the course of a day and half of them are for their own shows, so I've seen the preview for this more times than I've watched that same six seconds of the Zapruder film. And every time, the reaction has been the same: Et tu, Logo? The worst part is not even that the show revolves around a bunch of vain, vicious, vapid famewhores. It's that they're boring vain, vicious, vapid famewhores, thereby completely undermining the entire raison d'être of reality television. There's no point even making fun of them because it's too shallow a pool to even dip into for a good Two Minutes' Hate.

Or so I thought. That was before I discovered the Project Rungay boys are blogging The A-List. It's not enough to get me to waste another minute actually taking in the non-drama of an episode, but at least it means the forty minutes of my life spent watching various bits of it were not in vain. Four is all you need to get a read on the "personalities", so now I can look forward to rich dividends in the form of hilariously bitchy recaps without ever having to leave the comfort of the computer. Maybe I even owe Turtle a thank you?

You betcha!

Dad and I saw this actual sign as we passed through the town of Twin Rivers:



If you're wondering why I never blogged about what I ate in Wisconsin, it's that there wasn't much to say. I think Nuphy was harsh when he called Door County "the culinary armpit of America" because of some bad fish he had thirty years ago. But rest assured, those in search of bad fish will not have trouble finding it.

Dörren är öppen

Idag kväll skall jag börja läsa Låt den rätte komma in. (På engelska--jag är inte så ambitiös att försöka läsa det på svenska!) Jag planerar läsa var kapitel på den lämpliga dagen. Jag borde läsa slut på den trettonde november.