I think it may have come to that. It's gotten to the point where Gabe is going around with a fake handlebar mustache and answering questions with a weird accent. "'Hoff-lahf'? Vut eeees theees 'hoff-lahf'??"
Farm it out to a third party, someone with ambition and drive. Really...HL isn't exactly the most innovative of narratives, so it shouldn't take a room full of Nobel winners to pull out a decent sequel.
In other news...ah. Masterchef just finished up. And for those of you who don't want spoilers...look away now.
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Because Claudia won.
See? You should've looked away when I told you.
I admit to some...well, a *lot*...of disappointment at Derrick's loss. Then again, Masterchef is somewhat engineered (that's like saying that the Hoover Dam is "somewhat engineered"); I guess the win goes to whoever has the best sob story or the best legs (case in point: last year's winner, the stripper with the huge nose and great legs). So it should come as no surprise that the winner is the person who is the least qualified of the final two.
That's gotta sting, though. It wouldn't be so bad if it was:
"I lost, yeah. But she's an amazing, well-rounded cook who can take something from any given culture and turn it into something outstanding."
No, it was:
"I lost to a Mexican woman who can only cook Mexican food. And she looks like the Joker when she smiles. It hurts, Steve. It really does."
Seriously, that was all she could cook: Mexican food. Let me underline that point:
she's Mexican and was only good at cooking Mexican food. If I had a peso every time she said she was putting her heritage/culture/roots into her dish, I...I would still be poor. Because the peso is the Canadian penny of Hispanic currency.
That may be insensitive. And inaccurate. But I'm beyond caring.
So anyway, it's over now. Hooray.