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So I'm writing this commentary as I'm watching the E! True Hollywood Story of Rachel Ray.  College wasn't a good fit for our friend Rachel, after dropping out she managed the candy counter at Macy's Department Store.  She also failed her first driver's test by running over a cat.  Candy is f!ckin' awesome.

A lot of people don't like Rachel Ray, some say she's a halfass, partially because she's had no formal training as a chef, partially because she's Italian...or Iranian or one of those thick-browed peoples.  I don't know.  But yes, I understand, I agree, her voice is loud, shrill, annoying.  But she's moderately attractive (6/10) and can cook (+3 = 9/10!), and that's awesome.  I'd hit it...if she made me a sandwich.

Popsicles are so good...I...I think I have a problem.  One, maybe two, a day's become a pack...all I think about when I close my eyes is popsicles...how, when, I'm gonna get my next fix.  Sometimes I crush my popsicles down into a fine powder, melt it down with a spoon and lighter, and inject it straight into my veins.  Mmm...you haven't had a Flinstones push-pop until you've freebased it.  Dino's in my skin, man, Dino's in my skin...

Saw Knocked Up.  Go see Knocked Up.  It doesn't quite have that squid-man that made Pirates not total sh!t, or a crazy jazz-dancing scene, but trust me when I saw it's good.

Read Atomsk.  Go read Atomsk.  You won't find it in print but you can find it online or I could hook you up with my copy.  It's short, I read it in an evening.

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