Blog 2-2: Top Chef Taste Test # 8

Remember when I was sick last week? Or this week? If you don’t, let me refresh your memory with a made up word: coughniffle. I love that word. Seriously. I’d marry it if our society wasn’t so stuck on the traditional values of a man boning a woman. What if I wanna bone a word? Lemme do it, dammit! Y’know what? Fuck society — I’m boning coughniffle right now. Come here, baby! I’m gonna cough the niffle out of you. I don’t even know what that means, but it sounds saucy!

OK, enough boning words (call me, baby!). Let’s review the last episode of the best cooking show about chefs who want to be on top.

Sounds better than "A cooking show where chefs compete against each other every week in order to determine who is the top chef."

Top Chef Taste Test # 8

Episode 14: Finale Part 2

Wow! This is the last episode, eh? It is. I actually knew the answer to that question. But, y’know, I wanted you to feel a part of this blog by answering it in your head. I hope you got it right, because if you didn’t, you’re probably the stupidest person ever. OK, maybe not that stupid. But you’re definitely not as smart as me. And, well, I’m pretty stupid. So, if you didn’t know this was the last episode, I suggest a brain implant. That, or a self-inflicted gunshot to your face. Whichever is easier/cheaper.

So, if you’ve been reading mypast seven reviews, you’ll know this season of Top Chef kinda sucked. It’s not the fault of the show so much as the contestants — they were terrible. The challenges were actually pretty sweet (I really enjoyed the Super Bowl one in particular), but like a shit sandwich, it’s always going to taste terrible because it’s, well, shit on bread. And shit tastes like shit. And that’s exactly what the contestants this season tasted like. Except for Carla — she tasted like Big Bird shit.

Carla tastes like his shit.

The second part of the season finale wasn’t too bad, though. Mostly because they brought back one of my favorite chefs from last season, Richard Blais, to be a sous chef. The whole time I was thinking, “Fuck — Richard should just take the place of one the actual contestants and win the title he rightfully deserves.” Then immediately after thinking that, I patted myself on the back and said I’m the smartest person I know. Which is a lie, ’cause I’m idiot, but since I’m too stupid to know myself was lying to me, I believed it! Go gullible me!

So like most finales, the challenge was pretty simple: cook the best three course meal they can. Which, of course, is asking for too much, because all three finalists can hardly cook one course without fucking up. But, if Richard Blais was a finalist, he could have done it in his sleep. Actually, he’d probably do it better awake (not sure how he’d cook in his sleep), but the point is this: Richard Blais is about 23942394239492394293492942 times better than everyone else this season.

The highlight of this episode, to me, was Stefan getting fucked on numerous occasions. Which, in a way, is fitting because he’s a huge dick. HOSE-A-YAH fucked him over by taking a lot of an ingredient he also wanted to use (boo fucking hoo) and by giving him alligator as the surprise appetizer (which he actually ended up nailing unfortunately). And, the last bit of fucking was his own doing: his desert course sucked ass. Even so, I kinda wanted to try that banana lollipop because I adore bananas! Mmmm — fruit dicks.

I taste like liquid nitrogen.

Carla *really* should have won the challenge, but she’s a total idiot because she listened to Casey from Season 3. Um, hello, did you not watch Season 3, Carla? Casey is hot, yes. Good chef? No. But did I mention she’s hot? ‘Cause she is. So, Casey, listen — I’d fuck you (don’t tell coughniffle!!), but I would *never* eat your food. OK, maybe I would (I love free food), but I’d probably lie and say it’s good. Sorry, babe! So why Carla listned to Casey is beyond me. She must have been wooed by her looks. Wait, Carla’s a chick *and* she’s married. OK, well, she’s just an idiot then. ‘Cause it looks like she could have won if she just stuck to what she does best. Oh well.

She can touch my meat, but I won't eat hers.

It’s all good, though, because Stefan thankfully didn’t win. That means, yep, that HOSE-A-YAH is this season’s Top Chef. Which is total bullshit. That’s like declaring me the winner of the smartest person in the world competition because everyone else competing were either inbreds or monkeys. Even Carla winning wouldn’t have been that great, but at least she actually proved she can win a challenge. HOSE-A-YAH proved he’s good at one thing: cheating on his girlfriend with a total bitchface. Good job, man! You also win the title of Top Cheater, fuck face.

So, yeah, the finale kinda sucked because, well, the contestants sucked. Still, I had a good time watching the show and I will definitely watch it next season. I just hope they choose better contestants. Or, they can just do my awesome idea of doing a season where they bring back all the top chefs from previous seasons for an ULTIMATE TOP CHEF! How awesome would that be? Answer: Really fucking awesome. So basically they’d take the top 3/4 chefs from each season and pit them all against each other. Did I say I was stupid earlier? I take that back — I’m a fucking genius.

Final Rating: 7 banana lolipops out of 10

Well, that’s it kiddos! No more Top Chef for me to review. Crazy it went by so quick. Don’tcha worry, though — I have ideas for other things I want to write about on here. It’s just a matter of getting me to stop being such a lazy bastard! Motivate me, people! 

BTW: If you don’t watch Lost, you’re an idiot. Sorry, but you are. That show is fucking amazing. Oh, and if you watch Heroes, you’re also an idiot. That show is fucking terrible. But since I’ve already established that I’m an idiot (except for my brilliant Top Chef ideas), I’m immune to the suckiness that Heroes gives off.

Aight — peace out!

Michael

Blog 2-1: Top Chef Taste Test # 7

*Cough cough cough* I’m sick. That’s why I haven’t updated in a while. That’s also why I wrote “cough cough cough” to start this blog entry. ‘Cause, y’know, people usually cough when they’re sick. Or sniffle. So if you’re a sniffler as opposed to a cougher, replace “cough cough cough” with “sniffle sniffle sniffle.” The worst is when you do both at the same time, or what I like to call, a coughniffle. Ever done that? Probably not. I just tired and it was really hard. You’d have to be really good at being sick to do something so technical. I’m sure someone in a hospital can do it. If so, they deserve a medal. And a cure. Probably the cure more than the medal, unless the medal was made of chocolate. Then the medal — I love that fake-gold chocolate.

Sick skills.

So what have I been doing since I’ve been sick? Coughing (been over that). Sniffling (ditto). Coughniffling (he’s lying — this shit is impossible-to-perform). Watching Top Chef. Yes, I watched Top Chef when I was sick. I also watched a fuckload of Food Network. But, then again, I watch a fuckload of Food Network when I’m not sick, so my state of being doesn’t really matter when it comes to watching people cook crap on TV. I guess I’m really just a housewife without the house. Or the wife. At least I have a blog, though. How else would I review that cooking reality show that y’all don’t watch? Well, I guess I could dictate it out and post the audio on the Internet. Or film myself. Or…wait, I think I was trying to get myself back on subject. Oops — sorry, self! It’s cool.

Sounds better than "Gobble gobble gobble, burp!"

Top Chef Taste Test # 7

Episode 13: Finale Part 1

I can’t believe we’re at the finale already. Or at least the first part of it. It feels like yesterday I started writing these reviews. Yes, yesterday. Actually, no — it doesn’t feel like yesterday at all. It feels more like a couple of months ago. But, still, that’s not that long ago. That’s only long as, well, a couple of months. And a couple of months is about as long a month plus a month, which, if you think about it, isn’t that long. So, shit, I can’t believe it’s the finale. Or at least the first part of it.

Emril's favorite wrestler.

Top Chef usually does a good job of making the finales really awesome. This year, they brought in Food Network favorite Emril Lagasse to be the guest judge. Y’know, that lovable oafish chef who likes to add GAHHHHLICK to everything while saying funny phrases like, “bam,” “let’s kick it up a notch,” and “grab a plunger, because my food is the shit!” OK, I made that last saying up, but everything else is true. Emril is a pretty cool guy, so I was stoked to watch him judge the contestants. Oh, they’re apparently in New Orleans, too, hence why Emril was chosen (he’s a big New Orelean’s chef).

So, to be honest, I was *really* sick the night I watched this episode, so I kinda don’t remember anything that happened. For instance, for some reason Jeff came back. Why? I dunno. But he came back. He was just as monotone as ever, too. Maybe even more so. I think the excitement of being brought back somehow made him even *less* alive in front of the camera. You could slit a kitty’s throat in front of his face and he probably wouldn’t even flinch. Instead, he’d give that that patented blank stare, followed by a brush of his hair. Then back to blank stare. Then he’d say: “I really like kittens.”

I'm so excited to write this caption.

But I do know that Jeff was brought back for a second chance. Pretty cool, eh? Yeah, well, except for the fact that he *had* to win the elimination challenge in order to stay in the competition. And, if he won, they would have cut *two* chefs! Pretty awesome rules. Too bad he didn’t win (though he did come really close!). Instead, Carla won. And Stefan almost got kicked off. No, today isn’t opposite day: What I just said is true! Carla won the challenge and Stefan almost got kicked off. Wait, I don’t think today is opposite day. Fuck, it may be. Unless it *isn’t* opposite day? And by it not being opposite day, it means that it is in fact opposite day? Ouch — my brain hurts!

Yeah, but Carla won! Kooky, bug-eyed Carla — gotta love her. I do now. I used to hate Big Bird, but I’ve totally warmed up to her. She’s totally ridiculous, but given that Stefan is a man-penis and HOSE-A-YAH is a man-pussy, I really don’t have anyone else to root for now that Fabio is gone (*tear*). I’m not totally confident she will win, but I’m definitely hoping she does. I *realllllly* hope Stefan does not win. Unlike other cocky and talented chefs from past seasons (Hung, Richard Blaze, etc.), I don’t think he deserves it. Plus, I want to see him cry an ocean when he loses. Then I want to swim in it. Luckily, I only have to wait *one* more day before I find out if he loses or not!

Aight — I guess I’ll see y’all in a few days to recap the last episode of Top Chef. Try not to cry as much as Stefan will tomorrow.

Peace out,

Michael

Blog 2-0: Top Chef Taste Test # 6

Howdy, folks! I’m in Texas right now. That means I get to greet you with stupid southern slang, y’all. See! I get to say shit like “y’all,” too. This is really great. Except for the part about being in Texas. Other than it, it’s really awesome. I can’t wait until I get to make love to cow. Moooo! Oh, wait, that’s Oklahoma — my bad!

False advertising.

Now you’d think that because I’m in Texas right now, I wouldn’t watch Top Chef and do my weekly review. Well, of course you would think that, because you’re an asshole! Seriously, why you gotta be so mean? Give me a little credit. So what if I didn’t know Oklahoma is the state where you fuck cows! How am I supposed to remember that? It’s not like I fuck farm animals all the time…anymore. Eww! Did I just say that? I did? Why? It’s gross. Who wants to hear that? Don’t answer that, sicko! Move along — this isn’t the bestiality you’re looking for.

BTW: I love farm animals. Just not in the “fucking” kind of way. But I do love reviewing Top Chef to a crowd of peeps who couldn’t care less about it. Because, if you cared, I wouldn’t care. And if I didn’t care, I wouldn’t share. And if I didn’t share (or care), the Care Bears would fuckin’ maul my ass. Not that I couldn’t handle them — remember, I once killed a bear with my bare hands. Fact!

Sounds better than "Chopped."

Top Chef Taste Test # 6

Episode 12: The Last Supper

So my Ma fucked up TiVoing this episode and didn’t record the first 20 minutes of the show. Hey, don’t complain — my Ma recently had shoulder shoulder and currently has a RoboCop arm. Seriously — her arm sling thingy is fucking awesome! It has this cold pad that hooks up to an ice chest and cools her shoulder when she’s hurting. The doctor even said that, while wearing it, she’s a legally qualified half android. I’ve been trying to get my Ma to use phrases like, “Drop it, creep!” and “Dead or alive, you’re coming with me!,” but she’s afraid people might think she’s one of them evil “exterminators.” Plus, her RoboCop accent is pretty terrible — she sounds like a drugged-up New Yorker who just had a root canal. But at least she’s doesn’t eat baby food for subsistence. Seriously — RoboCop needs to watch Top Chef. Good thing I did!

I'd buy that for a dollar.

So, like I said before my RoboCop tangent, my Ma recorded the episode late so I missed the first 20 minutes of the show. Which means I didn’t catch the Quickfire Challenge. Bah, who cares, though? We’ve already established you don’t, so I guess I don’t either. But I imagine they probably cooked some food in a quick, fire-like challenge. And I’m sure Bitch Face Leah whipped up something terrible, whining in the process. And HOSE-A-YAH probably said something about how he’s “the fish guy” while routinely fucking up whatever fish dish he made. Fabio probably made his obligatory funny by fucking up some idiom with his broken english. Stefan most likely verbally masturbated about how awesome he is all over the viewers’ faces, ’cause he’s a huge dick. And Carla probably made no sense by blabbering ridiculous phrases like “Hootie-hoo!” while looking all crazy at the camera with her big ol’ bug eyes. So, as you can see, y’all probably missed nothing.

The Elimination Challenge, while creative, was really fucking depressing. Check this out: The chefs were tasked with cooking the “last supper” for a bunch of superstar chefs. Because it’s fun to think about the last meal you wanna eat before you croak. Well, I guess it is if you’re morbid. Or immortal. Or a RoboCop. But I think all the meals the superstar chefs chose were super lame. Come on, let’s think about this for a second — if you can choose your last meal, why would you only choose *one* dish when you can choose *multiple* dishes? Duh! I mean, shit, if I could choose my last meal, I’d totally request a badass buffet, complete with foods from around the world. Smart, huh? Of course it is! If you ever get to choose your last meal, you owe me big. Wait, if you have a last meal, you’ll be dead. Hmm — howsa ’bout you owe me now? Works for me — I expect handsome checks in my mailbox in 3-5 business days.

So the only notable thing about this challenge was Stefan overcooking his salmon. That, and Fabio kicking ass after he broke his finger. I have to say I’ve become quite a fan of Fabio. He’s by far the most entertaining chef on the show (second only to Bird Bird (AKA Carla)) and is pretty decent in the kitchen. I hope he wins the competition. OK, that probably won’t happen. Fan favorite? That’s more likely.

Everything else that happened was totally predictable: HOSE-A-YAH fucked up seafood, Bitch Face Leah fucked up everything, and Padma fucked up my hormones (yowza — her dress was hawt!). Even Bitch Face Leah (finally) getting kicked off was predictable. Same with the end credits. I mean, fuck, who didn’t see those coming?

I may be a Jew, but I have to admit this painting is pretty sweet.

I’m stoked for the last two episodes, though. The competition is a little one-sided, but hopefully Fabio or Carla can pull it off. If not, they can at least win the competition of entertaining me. Not sure how that makes them winners, though….

Aight, cowboys and cowgals, I’m going to mosey on out of here and fuck a cow — Oklahoma, here I come!

Peace out,

Michael

Blog 1-9: Facts of (my) Life

Why, hello there — I didn’t see you! Just kidding, I did. Just kidding again — I can’t see you through the Internet. Just kidding again — I *could* see you if you had a web camera and we used some nifty service like Gmail’s video chat. So, to recap: I can’t see you, but I could, it depends, the end.

Don't mess with Texas. Unless you have $10-$1000.

Phew! Anyway, I just wanted to update to let y’all know I’m flying out to Texas in a few minutes to shoot guns, ride horses, and shoot horses while riding guns. Should be fun. Or not. Probably not. But, hey, at least I’ll get to use sayings like “hee-haw!” and “I can’t believe people actually fucking live here!”

Before I go, I figured I’d share some stupid facts about me. 25, to be exact. If you have Facebook, you probably know where this came from. If you don’t, you still probably know where this came from. And you should quit Myspace already — that shit is soooo 1999.

Anyway, here’s the facts:

1. I’m really a robot.
2. Just kidding — you’re so fucking gullible.
3. I do like robots, though. Especially ones who are cops. Named Murphy. Speaking of, when I was a wee little lad, my pops took me to see RoboCop in the theater. Remember: RoboCop is a gory, hard-R flick. And I was, oh, about 5 or 6. Which is probably why the mutated dude at the end traumatized me enough to make me leave the theater and pretend to play the Star Wars Arcade Game until the movie ended. Now I love mutated dudes. Would marry one if Prop 8 didn’t pass.
4. Did you really believe me when I said I was a robot? ‘Cause, I mean, I could be.
5. Seriously, I’m not a fucking robot. Get it out of your goddamn head.
6. I collect cereal boxes. I’m not sure how many I have at the moment, but I definitely possess more than a 100. Also, a robot would never collect cereal boxes.
7. Unless it was a robot designed specifically to collect cereal boxes. Did you ever think about that? I haven’t. Until now. Fact.
8. I once played the caterpillar in my Middle School production of Alice in Wonderland. I got to sit on a giant mushroom, too. While wearing blue makeup all over my face. This was before the Blue Man Group, mind you. So, in a way, I’m the first Blue Man. I’m suing.
9. Excluding RoboCop, I’ve only walked out of one movie in my life: Funny Farm. It delivered the farm, not the funny.
10. I like waiting in lines at theme parks because it requires you to come up with creative conversation. Plus, I like waiting. I’m very patient.
11. That was a lie. I’m very impatient.
12. For a short time in my life, I watched Nickelodeon GAS (Games and Sports for Kids) exclusively on television. To the point where I had the daily lineup memorized. I don’t have the official numbers, but towards the end of the channel’s life, I believe I was the only person watching it.
13. I was once slated to appear on the MTV dating show “Next!” but had to cancel to take the job at EGM. To this day I regret passing up the chance of meeting the love of my life. I mean, fuck, I could be married right now. Instead, I writing stupid facts on Facebook. Next!
14. These are the only comments I received on my senior thesis devoted to videogame journalism: “Having no interest in videogames, I’m inclined to read no further. The word is you worked hard on this, so that will have to suffice.”
15. I sometimes malfunction when water is thrown on me.
16. I have a mad crush on CNN’s Heidi Collins — she is pretty like my mom.
17. For about 3-4 months, I went on a raw food diet. Meaning, I didn’t eat any cooked food. Think that’s weird? Well, it gets weirder: One of my main meals was raw chicken. Hungry?
18. I sleep with the knotted-up remains of a Sesame Street blanket I had as a kid.
19. When I was a toddler, I used to dance to Michael Jackson’s Thriller on vinyl. And my ma has pictures to prove it.
20. I can’t watch The Goonies without crying.
21. I once killed a bear with my bare hands.
22. When I listen to music on my headphones, I simulate cymbal crashes by nodding my head in different directions. And I look like a total idiot in the process.
23. Whenever I ride an airplane, I always grade the landing on a letter scale.
24. My dream is to be in a metal band that sings about cute things like kittens and dismembered corpses.
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Unrequited love.

Peace out!

Michael

Blog 1-8: Top Chef Taste Test # 5

Yikes — sorry this is so late! I promise it will never happen again until it happens again. How does that sound? I’ll tell you: Almost as awesome as this.

So, lets get straight to it. I’m sure you’re at the edge of your seat. Or at least the middle. End? Just pretend you’re excited. OK? Thanks.

Sounds better than "Wok Out With Your Crocks Out."

Top Chef Taste Test # 5

Episode 11: Jamie Got Fucking Screwed (AKA Le Bernardin)

Man, what the hell happened last week? Seriously, tell me! Tell me what happened. Oh, wait, you don’t watch the show. Well, why not? It’s a great show! You should really watch it. Then you can write this and I can go back to watching stupid cat videos on YouTube. Speaking of, this one kills me. What a stupid cat! I just want to punch him for being so stupidly cute. And eat him. Haha! Just kidding — I don’t *really* want to eat him. That’s gross. Plus, I like the taste of dogs better.

This isn't annoying.

Just kidding again. I don’t like to eat dogs, I promise. Unless they’re coated in coconut — then I’d want to eat at least 1 or 75 of ‘em. That goes for just about anything, really: kittens, babies, cardboard, poop, it don’t matter — put coconut on it and I will scarf it down. No joke. Except the part about me lying about eating anything that has coconut on it. Apart from that, yes, no joke.

So this episode started off kinda crappy with a ho-hum Quickfire Challenge. Basically, the chefs had to cut fish. Because, y’know, cutting fish is really exciting to watch. Actually, it’s not. I was being sarcastic. It was really boring. And gross. Fish guts, like most intestines, don’t look really pretty. Like, I wouldn’t want to makeout with them. That cat I showed you earlier? The one who stupidly boxes (seriously, he is such a idiot)? I’d totally makeout with him. ‘Cause at least he’s cute. His guts, though? Nah. Sorry. I’ll pass. Thanks for offering, though.

The only redeeming factor of this challenge? Watching Bitch Face Leah quit during the middle of the challenge. That’s right — she fuckin’ gave up! Quit. Threw in the towel. Put up the white flag. Signed off. Clicked the “X” button at the top righthand corner of her Internet browser. Got the idea? No? You sure? I just listed five examples of quitting. Well, you know, what? I’m quitting — like Doug would say, I’m outta heeerrreeee!

But unlike, Bitch Face Leah, I’m still going to finish this blog. ‘Cause I’m not a loser. Actually, that’s debatable. Let’s say “quitter” then. Yes, that works better: I’m not a quitter. Onward we go! So what else happened? Hmm, they probably cooked some food — this show *is* called Top Chef, y’know.

Bitch Face-approved product.

I’m right — they cooked food. Actually, their Elimination Challenge was to recreate dishes from the guest judge’s restaurant. Pretty cool challenge, I guess. But all the dishes had fish. So if you like chicken, beef, pork, veal, buffalo, lamb, boxing cats, or dogs, you were totally fucked. Luckily, I like fish, so I wasn’t fucked. But they didn’t cook my favorite fish, salmon, so I was sorta fucked. More like dry-humped, actually. So I got off OK. Jamie, however, got majorly screwed.

Seriously: What the *hell* were the judges thinking? They kicked off Jaime, one of the better chefs on the show. And they kicked her off over Bitch Face Leah who GAVE UP in the Quickfire Challenge earlier in the episode. Not only that, but she totally didn’t understand the dish she was trying to recreate. And yet she stays on the show. I was shocked. I wanted to punch someone in the face. And this was before I had seen that stupid boxing cat. My god, seriously, what is up with him? Does he think he’s a boxer? Well, listen up fuck face: YOU ARE NOT A BOXER! YOU ARE A STUPID CAT THAT I WANT TO PUNCH IN THE FACE! As for Bitch Face Leah, I hope someone punches her in the face someday. Preferably me.

Final Episode Rating: 3 boxing cats out of 10

That’s it, folks. BTW: Lost was awesome again last week. Love it. Heroes was crappy again last week. Love to hate it.

Peace out,

Michael