For some reason this evening, I am highly agitated. I’m pissed off by Condaleeza Rice and Karen Hughes, though I have no real reason. I watched clips of the two of them, and just got more and more angry with them. I’d rather trust a hungry alligator with a baby bird. Maybe they were just the unlucky people in the news clips this evening. I could just as easily have been pissed off at Rumsfeld, Gonzales, Cheney, and Bush if they had been on the small segment of news that I caught.

I have no idea why I’m feeling so agitated though. Maybe it’s anyone on TV. Right now I’m pissed off at Emeril for always making the same damned idiotic jokes. Dear Emeril, No. It’s not funny when you insist that a certain area of the studio is “not the cheap seats” for the billionth time. The smell-i-vision thing, not funny. The “oh, yeah, baby, it’s a real show” thing, not funny. The “then I said to myself, ‘self'” thing, annoying as fuck AND not funny. Why in the hell would I put food in my pocket and go on the subway (or anywhere else)? And, you know, essence is just a handful of seasonings and herbs. I’m just not impressed. As a side-note, that stupid crisco can looking thing that Doc Gibbs plays is annoying as hell. I mute the TV whenever he picks it up. Love and kisses, tengrrl.

Also, if Alton Brown fell in a blender and the liquefied remainders were poured on the ground for toothless bears to eat, it would not be a bad thing. But that’s only come up because of a commercial.

Maybe it’s just that I hate myself today. I baked a dozen cookies. Why? What was I thinking? Why didn’t I do the laundry instead? Or clean something? But no, I baked cookies and made rice and pretty much can’t accomplish anything exceptionally useful. I can’t seem to succeed. But, and I mean with with complete honesty and conviction, even if I didn’t hate myself, those Emeril jokes would still blow.