Rachel Ray Sucks!

How did this woman get a talk show? She talks out of the side of her mouth like she's had a stroke or some sort of crippling palsy, and she can't stop scratching herself: her ears are a favorite place to dig around while talking to the likes of John Stamos or Marcia Cross. Today she was going at her scalp pretty good (it was on at the gym, I was a captive audience). Plus none of the food she prepares even looks appetizing, despite the fact that she smothers everything in cheese. I love cheese, but I can't stand Rachel Ray!

Kids, don't try this at home, but if you do, write about it here

Oh, lord. This is definitely my new favorite website. Hours of entertainment.

Please read this if you think you need to break the law or see a doctor for something to help you get a buzz.

OK, seriously, I tried this as a teenager, though with not nearly as much nutmeg as this person used. We were told you had to toast it first, which I did one afternoon after school in the oven. I then wrapped it in foil and hid it until the next morning. My mother always made me hot chocolate in the morning, and I waited until she left me alone in the kitchen to dump the contents into my mug. Well, it wouldn't mix in with the cocoa, and I panicked while trying to stir it in and heard my mother come out of the bathroom. I rushed to the sink and poured it all down, just as my mother came into the kitchen, yelling at me for dumping out the hot cocoa because "it had a skin on top" (this was the excuse I gave). If only there had been something like Erowid then, I wouldn't have had to waste my mother's nutmeg, or hot chocolate.

Don't Encourage Frank Gehry!

People.

Please stop taking so many pictures of this building. It's ugly.