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Snack Foods Nobody Likes 2 – Crunchy Salmonella

As you can see by the picture above, this week’s selection is the unusual Nabisco creation, Chicken in a Biskit.  Not Chicken Biscuits, mind you. No, Chicken IN A “Biskit.” Apparently, the chicken is not a mere flavoring, it’s actually within the snack. Also, it appears that a cracker cannot legitimately qualify as a biscuit, so the manufacturer was forced to create the new term, “biskit.”  I would have preferred that they use the Limp Bizkit spelling (Limp Chicken Bizkits anyone?), but whatever…

To the best of my recollection, I’ve never tasted this snack product.  I’ve never witnessed anyone munching on them, nor have I seen these “biskits” in a bowl at a party or at a bar. In fact, I’d almost forgotten that these odd edibles existed, but an old friend – one of my three readers - suggested them for this feature and I thought it was a perfect fit.

I’m curious about how this product came to exist. I picture some twisted scientist being fired by Tyson or Pilgrim’s Pride and selling his disturbing recipes to money-hungry Nabisco, which happily produced these “biskit” horrors. More than likely, however, Nabisco was simply looking for a way to spice up their cracker line and there was a process of elimination involved. ”Sirloin in a Biskit” sounded too much like dog food and “Fish in a Biskit” sounded too British.

So, there you have it. What do you think of this week’s Snack Food Nobody Likes? Have you ever tried them? Have you ever seen them? Do you have to wash your hands thoroughly after handling them?

P.S. I understand that Frog in a Biskit tastes just like…well, you know where I’m going with that…

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I’ve Finally Found the J-Love of a Lifetime

Let me get this admission out of the way quickly: I watched a Lifetime movie. Not only did I watch a Lifetime movie, but I happily confessed doing so via Twitter. Hell, I even recommended the film to my friends and coworkers.

In the grand scheme of things, I’m not sure what this means. It could be that I am extremely comfortable with my masculinity or it could mean that I’m badly in need of a better filter. Whatever the case, I’m going to continue to talk about this movie and sing its praises. The future of pop culture could depend on it.

What is this important movie you may ask? It’s “The Client List,” starring the vagazzling, Ghost Whisperer herself, Jennifer Love Hewitt, and Cybill Shepherd (a long way from her Maddie Hayes/Moonlighting days) and I think it  may just provide the cure to the aggressive infection that is Reality TV.

More on this “reality killer” idea later. First, courtesy of YouTube, I present a sample of what makes this film so fantastic (please take note of the terrible accents, the atrocious dialogue, the cheap sets and the intrusive, melodramatic music at the end of the clip):

So, now that you have a vague idea of what this film is all about (unintentional hilarity), it’s time to explain why it’s so important. Simply put, Reality TV is over and it needs a replacement. Sure, there was a time when we were all mesmerized by the drama that resulted from “real” people forced to live together in strange places or compete against each other in ill-conceived contests to win money or love. Unfortunately, things have changed. The “real” people are long gone, replaced by professional reality stars, fading celebrities, mindless muscleheads and obvious lunatics. The drama is gone, as we’ve now seen every possible variation of the roomate hookup or roomate fight and every conceivable type of betrayal, prank, breakup or bad decision.

It’s time for the rise (return?) of the over-the-top, awesomely bad made-for-TV movie. Sci-Fi (I’m sorry, “SyFy”) has been ahead of the curve here, cranking out truly horrendous masterpieces at an amazing clip (“Sharktopus,” anyone?) and now Lifetime – a traditional leader in campy TV films – has taken things to a new level with “The Client List” and it apparently paid off. Seriously, it was a hit. Just check out this article on the ratings for J-Love’s masterpiece.

To sum up my point before this becomes a novel:  Terrible movies can and should replace Reality TV. We can laugh at them in the same way we once laughed at Brett Michaels seeking love with a bunch of tramps or thrill at them the way we once thrilled at phony housewives backstabbing other phony housewives. Plus, it can provide an outlet for washed up or terrible actors to practice their craft and earn a paycheck without having to humilate themselves (as much).  Really, wouldn’t you rather see Ray-J or the Kardashians being attacked by poorly CGI’d dinosaurs than pretending to look for a spouse or run a retail store in Miami?

Please let me know if you support this idea. We can start an e-mail campaign or something. I mean it.

Anyway, before I wrap up, here’s a sampling of some particularly outstanding dialogue from “The Client List.” These quotes could be great fun at parties or useful for entertaining friends and family during the holidays, so enjoy:

  • “We’re gonna call you Brandy ’cause you look like you go down real smooth.”
  • “The little blue pills keep us in the black!”
  • “You know what gum with nicotine tastes like? Gum with nicotine.”
  • “I’ll tell you what’s crazy…Me, sittin’ here bored and horny while Sam’s got three rooms goin’.”
  • “I got to say, Sam’s been busy as popcorn…”
  • “I can’t go home and “Idol” auditions aren’t for another six months (DRAMATIC PAUSE) Will you pray with me?”
  • “Ever since this happened, people think they can tell me anything. Checkout girl at the Sav-A-Lot told me she doesn’t like to do it doggie-style.”

And, finally, a quote from Cybill Shepherd’s character that probably sums up what you’re asking yourself right now about “The Client List”:

  • “Is it just disgustin’? I’m picture’n disgustin’.”

Yes, yes it is. And that’s precisely why we need more movies just like it.

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Intervention for Little People Survivors in Tiaras

On Saturday, my wife was out of town for a baby shower and I had a “bachelor” day. This consisted largely of me laying on the sofa and consuming things like pieces of Tyson pre-cooked, “grilled” chicken strips wrapped in Sargento Colby Jack cheese – my own, low-rent variation on the infamous KFC Double Down.

The day was not all sloth and gluttony, however. In fact, I was able to squeeze in a productive afternoon of watching reality/trash TV. It was while taking care of this important duty (staying up-to-date on popular culture is mandatory for…well…this blog, I guess) that I noticed a trend: Reality-heavy networks like TLC, E, Discovery, etc. are apparently so devoid of new ideas that not only are they copying each other, but they are creating endless variations on the same themes.

For instance, I saw promotion for this show, which apparently premiered recently:

So, first, there were multiple shows about one, lone tough man dropped into hostile environs to fend for himself – Survivorman, Man Vs. Wild, etc. Then, more recently, there was the launch of Dual Survivor, in which two total opposites work to survive in the wild while engaging in lively arguments caused by their opposite-ness. Now we have man and wife (or girlfriend, whatever) surviving the wilderness and engaging in repetitive domestic quarels.  Wonderful.

This is just the tip of the iceberg, however. There are now multiple “little people” shows – Little People, Big World; Little Chocolatiers; Pit Boss. There are multiple shows about making baked treats – Cake Boss, Ace of Cakes, Amazing Wedding Cakes. And, of course, there is the amazingly-depressing-but-growing ”mental illness and/or addiction” genre – Intervention, Hoarders, Hoarding: Buried Alive. 

Thankfully, there is only one Toddlers and Tiaras.

Anyway, here is my pitch for the next round of reality knock-offs. Feel free to vote for your favorite:

  • Little People, Big Hoarders – Little people who are literally buried alive in their own stuff and forced to find a phone to call for help.
  • Toddler Intervention – Baffled toddlers cry while therapists and family members berate them for their chronic thumbsucking, security blanket use, or love of sugary beverages.
  • Pervs Vs. Wild – Parents, judges and audience members from Toddlers and Tiaras are dropped into savage jungles, arctic wastelands and unforgiving deserts and left forever.

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The water was deep, but not the thoughts

I had a lot of time to think when I visited the beach recently. So, naturally, I put a lot of mental energy into pondering matters of great import to mankind, such as:

Is Grease still the word. Is it still how we’re feeling?

Is “douchebag” now the most popular and lucrative job in America? From reality TV stars to faux social media experts on Twitter to the entire staff of TMZ, douchebags are everywhere and they are making serious money. Should universities (or at least Junior Colleges) offer degree programs in douchebaggery?

Is the soft-spoken and vaguely creepy English guy who created the Dyson vacuum cleaner the most unappreciated genius of our time? Could he be the key to solving the oil spill crisis?

Will I ever have the guts to admit to my foodie friends that I don’t know what ‘confit’ means?

How physically ill would I become if I were  forced to see the movie “Charlie St. Cloud”?

Why do some advertisements for TV shows still say “Check your local listings”? Do they even have “local listings” anymore? Why can’t they just tell me when the show will be on instead of giving me a homework assignment?

Is the phrase “We’ll be back after these messages” officially extinct in the DVR era?

And, finally, will we ever see shorts like these in the NBA again?

Me, pondering.

Me, pondering.

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Right-brained Ramblings

I had planned to blog about my meal last night at Bud & Alley’s in Seaside, Fla., but I’ve decided against it. First, I was (thanks to some gentle “encouragement” from my wife) enjoying the moment and the company rather than documenting and, therefore, I have no pics to share. Nevertheless, I will note that the meal was good. Not fantastic, but good. A couple of things stood out: the “Jerk Shrimp” that came with my Grouper and the appetizer of Sweet Potato Fries. Bud & Alley’s serves some of the best Sweet Potato Fries to have ever greased my fingers. Granted, I’ve only had them at maybe three places in my entire life, but I’m confident that these are worthy of high praise. So, if you come here to “Truman Show-ville,” try ‘em. You won’t regret it.

Now, a quick intermission while I refill my glass of Firefly Sweet Tea Vodka. Please to enjoy a photo from my trip that I feel adequately illustrates of my relaxed state of mind…

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There. Glass refilled. Are you feeling the relaxation yet? Good, because now I’m going to take a right turn (that’s right, right) and discuss something completely different: The rise of right-brained thinkers. Oh, and also black holes.

For some reason, coming to the beach makes me contemplative. Maybe it’s the fruity, alcoholic beverages I sip on while working on my tan (or, more accurately, working on a patchwork of incongruous red skin blotches where I failed to adequately apply sunscreen). Or maybe it’s the kind of books I bring to read. A few years ago, I brought The Elegant Universe: Superstrings, Hidden Dimensions, and the Quest for the Ultimate Theory by Brian Greene. This, combined with a little vodka and the rhythmic, mesmerizing crash of waves, had me thinking deeply about time, the possibility of time travel, and, of course, the meaning of life.

Long story short: The Elegant Universe was a bit too deep for a weekend at the beach, but it didn’t kill my desire to bring books that makes me think. This year I brought A Whole New Mind: Why Right-Brainers Will Rule the Future by Daniel H. Pink. I’m only a few chapters in, but I’m riveted. Quick summary (that doesn’t do justice to the book’s well-considered and researched thesis): Thanks to a combination of factors – abundance, outsourcing and automation – we are moving from the Information Age into the Conceptual Age. During this age, those who are “R-directed” or “right-brainers” will be the ones highly sought-after in the business world. For various reasons, I believe (and deeply hope) that this is true. I will probably post again on this book and topic, but, right now, I need some dinner. Need a little something in the belly to soak up the booze, you know.

In the meantime, buy  and read this book and feel free to share your thoughts:

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Road Trip with Tony

So, after an evening of gourging on Theo’s Pizza  and reruns of Tosh.0 (I enjoy Daniel Tosh despite the fact that he apparently made a bad joke about New Orleans once), I’m heading to bed.  I’m hitting the road early tomorrow so I can spend a relaxing weekend on the Florida coast (tar balls be damned) and I am more than ready. I’m also ready to do a little reading on the beach and that’s why I’m bringing Tony:

Sure, he can rub some people the wrong way, but, if you’ve read Kitchen Confidential, you’re aware that he’s one hell of a storyteller. I was going to wait a while before picking up a copy of his new book, but when I heard it had a chapter nameed “Alan Richman is a Douchebag,” I knew I had to read it immediately. As any self-respecting New Orleanian knows, Alan Richman is, in fact, an amazing douchebag. Just look at him:

Magnum P.I. he ain’t, but he seems to be trying with the shirt & stache.

So, to all of my non-existent readers: Have a great weekend. Watch for my Tweets and posts from the road. And, if you go out to eat this weekend, don’t be an Alan Richman.

*photos from New York Magazine

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