The Count

I Taint Got No Grits

Here I am in New England and they finally done me in. The two local supermarket chains stopped carrying grits, and I'm peeved, nay, vexed, very vexed. What, all of a sudden grits have cooties? They're too important to carry it? They should be charged with conspiracy!

Harumph! Well, I have to make do with polenta/grits, which is pretty much the same thing, but this is five-minute-cooking polenta and that's just plain wrong... everyone knows grits take 20 minutes to cook. The only image in my head is that someone pre-chewed it and spit it back into the box so that it would cook faster.

Yes, I'm throwing a hissy fit.

Bridezillas

A confession, the Countess and I have a guilty pleasure called Bridezillas on the WE network. It also has a really snappy theme song.

Essentially, each show follows around two of the most shallow, superficial, egotistic and dislikeable women you could possibly imagine as they get ready for their wedding day. Now, I fully understand the stresses of planning and executing a modern wedding, but if these folks weren't so over the top insane and inane they would not be on the show, and the show would not be on the air.

Guaranteed, in one month to five years, these women will be on Jerry Springer... and the cycle of television comes full circle.

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?

I was just reading the umteenth news report about this impending war strike on Iran. I just want to tackle one itty bitty part of it... that's the part, which has been stated by air minded military officers since the day after Orville and Wilbur took to the skies, about how an air attack (always, their air attack will be different from the ones before it) will force a country or an enemy to its knees and they will surrender.