rachel ray, you sell-out, you shut your mouth

now i am talking on the phone AND blogging. "blogging." nerrrrk.

i find that more and more i have little to say in writing. is that true, or just laziness, or the zero lack of forums (fora? flora and fauna? mr tumnus?) to put what i'm thinking and feeling into words. when i get home it is nice to be quiet, or to just think--nope, scratch that--to just listen. there we are. or nowhere at all.

poor sandra lee. her show has been cancelled on foodtv. it's not that her food looked good anyway (because that shit looked like......yeh), or that her tablescapes (for real, that's what they're called) were anything that would draw me into someone's home rather than looking for a polite escape, but she just......looked like a giraffe. no no, i mean she just had that certain something.......like the way she would say "and then it's cocktail time!" or "now let's put some of that delicious syrup on the brown apple betty!"

man. i hated that show.