gastropoda

My consort and I are probably the last viewers in America to catch up to the British version of “The Office.” And it’s too bad I know this is impossible, but one segment seemed to have been drawn directly from Planet Food. That would be, of course, the one where the losermates are all clowning painfully to raise money for suffering somewhere. In both cases, hearts were probably in right places, but it didn’t even have to be labeled Chuckling for Chad to get the joke.

I don’t know why I never noticed this, after 24 years in the business, but something about the idiocy piling up on the series of tubes flashed it into my brain in neon. Food spelled backward is the best reversal since god and dog. And jeebus, does it fit some of the overextended pap producers I read these days (one thanks to this BS detector). Too bad Andy Warhol is not around to reassure us everyone will be blogging for only 15 minutes.