What is it with the mockery in the comments section? I know I demanded some attention, but I was thinking more of adulation.

I wasn't expecting adulation, mind you, but I was thinking of it. Sort of wistfully. I should mention that there are 15,000 (or maybe 32,000*, I never really did learn to read that stats program) people waiting impatiently for me to return to political blogging. Some of them regularly said nice things to me.

(*That's not actually true. There were only 8,000 different people. Or maybe 15,000. I read the FAQ for the stats program, but it didn't really help much.)

(And some of them were mean to me.)

But seriously. I'm feeling marginally better, but I think it had better be a while, a long while, before I repeat Tuesday's fried-food and carbohydrate binge. I seriously over-estimated my body's ability to absorb that kind of food any more. I've been eating "healthy" for a year now and I think my stomach forgot how to process the grease from a deep fryer.

Stupid stomach.

As my indisposition eases, my disposition improves. (I hope I never get anything seriously wrong with me. I can't imagine the plunge into bitter depression I'd probably have to endure if I had any actual problems.)

(Although, if the mockery continues, I'm going to eat some French fries and an entire pie and then come here and blog at you.)

So, what have we learned since yesterday?

The show "Cooking Lessons" was a "one-hour romantic dramedy about the exploits of a female food critic based on the book "Cooking For Mr. Latte: a food lover's courtship." For those of you not in the know, this was the show Peter Wingfield was in. Sadly, "the completed pilot was not given a series order by CBS at its upfront presentation."

So much for seeing him this year. Not that I was fascinated by the pilot. While I can see that a cooking show might be entertaining to watch, I'd rather see him in a role that actually uses some of his abilities.

Also, I have a finicky distaste for any show advertised as a "dramedy."

Anyhow, we won't be seeing it.

I tried Hawaii last night. I still like Ivan Sergei but what is it with everyone in the show forgetting to shave? Are we supposed to think of them as gritty tough guys because of the stubble on their cheeks?

Whoever told IS to cut his hair made a mistake. I'm no more a fan of stubble-headed guys than I am stubble-faced ones.

I watched the show for 20 minutes, then turned it off. It was, in the end, just another CSI rip-off. (I might have kept watching it just for IS and MB if I hadn't been trying to write OaT. I'm having enough trouble with the characters' voices without confusing myself by the same faces in different roles.)

In other, lesser news, I figured out one of the problems with the story. My "plot" involved the guys, especially Victor, being pretty unhappy for a week or so. I've never yet written a successful scene with a character who's unhappy, much less 70 or 80 pages. What was I thinking?

So much for that.

Last night I reviewed my plot outlines and all my notes with an eye to removing any abortive attempts at drama and replacing them with my usual brand of idiocy and discovered, not at all to my surprise, that 98% of what I've planned so far is sheer, unadulterated crap.

I imagine that that's what comes of trying to write beyond your own abilities although part of me suspects that the depression that went along with yesterday's physicial malady could be partly to blame for the verdict.

I'm afraid to open the file and look at the actual story, though. I mean, part of me also knows that you can't make trash into diamonds by just pretending you've changed your mind about what you want to write.