Scott's MD-PhD Adventure

Sunday, June 10, 2007

I go to get my coffee before lab meeting, at the closest place, which unfortunately is Dunkin Donuts. And what do I find?

Ugh. No, it's not a fucking word.

At 12:36 PM, Anonymous said...: hate her. HATE her.

see also:

http://osakasteve.com/2007/02/26/thoughts-on-rachel-ray/

“Complain all you want. It’s like railing against the pounding surf. She only grows stronger and more powerful. Her ear-shattering tones louder and louder. We KNOW she can’t cook. She shrewdly tells us so. So…what is she selling us? Really? She’s selling us satisfaction, the smug reassurance that mediocrity is quite enough. She’s a friendly, familiar face who appears regularly on our screens to tell us that ‘Even your dumb, lazy ass can cook this!’ Wallowing in your own crapulence on your Cheeto-littered couch you watch her and think, ‘Hell…I could do that. I ain’t gonna…but I could–if I wanted! Now where’s my damn jug a Diet Pepsi?’ Where the saintly Julia Child sought to raise expectations, to enlighten us, make us better–teach us–and in fact, did, Rachael uses her strange and terrible powers to narcotize her public with her hypnotic mantra of Yummo and Evoo and Sammys. ‘You’re doing just fine. You don’t even have to chop an onion–you can buy it already chopped. Aspire to nothing…Just sit there. Have another Triscuit…Sleep….sleep….’ “
At 1:38 PM, Cowperthwait said...: Uh, did you just refer to Dunkin coffee as "my coffee"?