This gluten-free cake has "flame-war" decorated all over it in sugar-free icing. I give it two days before the letters hit 75.

Vegans, look in the mirror. Not only are you not heathier than we carnivores, you look like you're two bean sprouts short of a pulse.

I love soy and carrots and most everything else that theoretically doesn't scream when you kill it, but there's pure joy in chomping down on ribs fresh off the grill.

Mmm. Ribbbbs...

Thank god. Pieces like this (and anything written by Blumenthal) make it marginally possible to slog through Video Dog and the other fluff, hoping against hope to find more of them.

My first reaction was to echo the prevailing underwhelmed response.

Now, Sean, I've read your comment as well, which was as tediously unfunny as your video. (And on the slim chance that your faux-touching tale is true, shame on you for exploiting your grandfather to weasel your way out of obvious technical incompetence.)

Viewers will forgive about anything but boredom.

Zzzz.

It was kinda funny for about 30 seconds.

Note to Videomakers: Get convincing voices (if "stentorian" leaves you clueless, go with "deep") next time around, and, for godsake, EQ the chopper SFX with a roll-offs below 500 and above 1800 hz and watch the g-d gain.

Sigh.

Cary's nailed this one. Seven-year-itch it may be, which means it may also be an opportunity for divorce.

Who would willingly--even enthusiastically--abandon a spouse for two years without ensuring that the spouse was in agreement? Only an unhappy partner.

LW, your gut reaction is right. There's more going on than a burning desire to purify water in central Africa.

Sidney nails it again.

There's something off about this one--there is, surely, more to the story.

And there's the odd 401(k) reference, the cheatin' hubby (who cares whether he cheated with boys or girls?), the generally mediocre use of language.

Maybe the LW's family is essentially correct. This is an unreliable narrator who believes she's being persecuted for...success? Certainly the first hubby was no achievement. Completing law school is a questionable achievement. Actually practicing law is morally repellent, with a few exceptions.

It's all reminiscent of that gratingly wonderful character that Tracy Ullman did years ago--Sidney the lawyer?

Sid--is this you?

It's hard to overstate how disgusted I am with Salon. What promised to be an alternative to the status quo media has become just another advertising-delivery method to a relatively-well-educated, relatively-weathy demographic.

I want to throw-up.

...to God, Joan.

Can't you just show Farhad the door?

Yet another example of VD's cutting-edge mediocrity.

Call in the kitties! Call in the kitties!

...minus the overused "poetic."