Time will always slip through

I decree today to be Random thought Leap Day. Because, you know, I have the time, energy, and motivation to post just about that often.

First up, Maybe I shouldn't post so often. Otherwise, I'd get people sending me pictures of their naked bodies, like Rachy does. Sometimes I swear she only blogs in order to keep that river of sweet boobie pictures flowin' in.

And speaking of naked pictures, I've been watching a hell of a lot of porn lately. Kindof. Well, it's Food Network, but still... I know you guys understand exactly what I mean.
Look, I was off cable for about seven years, and only recently got back on the pipe. When I fisrt sat down to re-acquaint myself with cable it was like the end of 2001: A Space Odyssey when Dave goes through the Star Gate. Oh sure, I now realize that it's pretty much the same crap on TV now that it was back in the day... except for the Food Network.
I get that in order to keep viewers coming back again and again, you have to cultivate a visceral experience for them, much like pornography does. Except that Food Network has to hold your attention for at least half an hour, but porn only has to make it interesting for a couple minutes.
So yeah, it's food porn, but it's industrial-strength food porn. And my entire point in this mini-dissertation is that the other night when I was getting ready to play my Iron Chef drinking game, (e.g. drink once when Alton declares that the Ice Cream Machine is on, twice if he does it overly enthusiastically) I heard Alton offhandedly mention umami. I am not ashamed to admit that I got a bit of a stiffy from that.

I've seen a couple groups of kids out selling Girl Scout Cookies this week. I pray there's none of them around when I get paid, or I might as well not even bother going to the bank to deposit it.