Meta-blogging

I realize that over the past several days I have reverted to the trend of psuedo-daily commentaries which really just express my dissatisfaction with a certain concept in Seinfeld-esque fashion, rather than a three times weekly exorbitantly long treatise on the things I have done connected witht he food I ate in the process. I don't really have any thoughts on which one of those is the better strategy for internet journaling, but at least I am self aware, which is thought to be beneficial in many cultures.

In the realm of a food eating thing, Katie is trying to encourage me to write psuedo-restuarant reviews, as I would do were I a restaurant critic. This is all sponsored by her increasing dissatisfaction with my raving about how much I would rather do almost any job other than my own all the while never making an attempt at any of them and was specifically inspired by the retirement of the current food critic for the New York Times and the interview about the shortcomings of the job. I still have a hard time believing that there are shortcomings in the job, but maybe I am wrong. I am also not sure I could ever be a decent food critic even if I tried, both because my writing style emphasizes the word fuck and comparisons to buttsex a little gratuitously for your average reader (not to mention that the phrase "cock-throbbingly good" when describing calimari doesn't necessarily equal "wonderful" for many people) as well as the fact that I tend to like everything. You can't be a very good fat guy if you meet alot of meals you don't like, but you probably have to dislike something to be an adequate critic. The chances are pretty low that I would be in a restaurant which had food I didn't like, since a meal at Mickey D's is still a good treat for me.

That doesn't, of course, mean that I can't differentiate bewteen a standard cold egg-roll and an incredible gazpacho, but that I think you need to be able to seriously criticise, hence the title critic rather than professional eater guy. I really wish there was a job title of "Professional Eater Guy," because I would be so fucking hella qualified.

Peace,

MB-K