Now I'm addicted to you, Blogger.

I swore I wouldn't let it happen. The only blog I've stayed faithful to is my sister's because I like to keep up with her life and she's an amazing writer. (Her blog is massively popular in the "mother" blog community.) But I told myself, "Nay, I will not spend hours reading blogs, mouth slack, unshowered, unshaved, convincing myself that this is entry is the last one I will read."

Sigh.

I finished reading Chris blog last night. The good thing about dudes' blogs, they seem to be much shorter. Only took a couple hours. Great blog. Read it.

As if the addiction to reading isn't enough, I now want to blog every other thought that comes into my head. (At least, I did yesterday.) This is probably a byproduct of not having much to do and reading so many blogs I feel I need to catch up on posts. Meh.

I have noticed a common theme in some blogs lately, and I am excited that I now have people to discuss my television obsession with.

Top Chef

Can't get enough of it. Was anyone else ill when they found out there was no new episode last night? I looked it up. They're only airing two more episodes this year. I want to punch Bravo, how dare they do this to me?

I think I don't enjoy this season as much as the first. No, I definitely liked the first season better. For one, most of the contestants were actually likable and were both fairly honorable in how they approached the contest and weren't so eager to stab each other in the back. I cheered when Harold won, I might have cheered more watching Tiffany lose, then cry like the little brat she is. The whole line she gave Harold about "my back just ran into your knife" made me yell at the TV, which I don't do. It's not the TV's fault. Harold had integrity, man. I was also shamelessly heartwarmed during the reunion episode when Stephen showed personal growth and apologized to everyone he'd been an ass to.

This season? Not so much. So many of these chefs seem to want to stay in the middle of the field and not be noticed, while pointing out everyone else's failures. Marcel? Yeah, he's obviously compensating but at least he's going out on the fringe and not making something he's been doing for years. Betty? H-A-T-E her with her death's head rictus of a smile. She's won too much based on her bubbly first impression, but the last couple times watching her I want to throw holy water on her or something, see if it steams. Everybody seems more concerned about complaining about the challenge, other people, etc, and don't get into the task at hand.

I feel so dirty talking about reality television. I should go shower. And shave.

Oh yeah, I heard from Vince this morning, looks like we're on our own with our little project. I kind of prefer it that way.