I know that some of you tune in to The Spoonbender for my insightful and astonishingly brilliant take on the day's news items, and I know that others love me for highly erotic prose. Still others are obsessed with my body, for it is highly sexy.

Today, though, I'm going to take it downtown. So pull your aqualine noses out of your fancy schoolbooks, my highly educated and vaguely poncey readers, and drop the pretentious accent -- I'm about to sing the praises of The Restaurant. It's NBC's new reality show, and it's a hit in my book.

It should be understood that, since I got TiVO, I watch most of the reality shows. Why does that need to be understood? I don't know. Perhaps so that you'll fully grasp the depth of my despair. Regardless, I eagerly anticipated The Restaurant because I like restaurants and reality shows. And believe you me, the season premiere had both -- restaurant and reality show.

I realize now that my best intentions, the only thing with which I began writing this post, weren't enough. I don't care to review the episode because, in retrospect, it wasn't all that great. It was good, and I enjoyed it, but it certainly doesn't warrant reviewing.

I am, ladies and gentlemen, spastic.

Analogcabin @ 9:56 AM
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