The Food Network is the Devil

It's Satan in a sweet and savory form. And it goes on and on and on, one recipe after another. It's enough to break anyone's resistance down.

And do they really think that we think that their photogenic chefs actually eat what they make?

The only ones who look like they know what a cake tastes like are Paula Dean and Ina Garten, the Barefoot Contessa.

All the others yip and chirp and flash huge grins over their "yummy" food and then take little bird bites. I find all the eye rolling and over-the-top mugging really absurd. I think they're like professional wine tasters and spit out what's in their mouths -- once the cameras are off, of course.

I'm a bit cranky, I think, and the FN is working my nerves a bit with the constant food porn. For my sanity and safety, I've switched to the Tennis Channel.

Soldiering on through my project. About halfway through the first big chunk. Miles to go before I sleep, though.

Cold better, but still phlegmy in the lungs. YUUUUUCK already. I'm ready to end this.