So, earlier today, I finally finished aheming The Inside, after nearly a month of ahemage, only to discover that all of the aired episodes appear to have been recorded from someone's HD tv and the translation to .avi format seems to have transformed them into blocky pixellized cubist hash. The unaired eps seem fine.

This is irking on a level that is difficult to express without resorting to Brobdingnagian levels of profanity.

Apocolypse Now. Broccoli.

This is the way I rate books... except I think I call them spinach books. Don't get me wrong I LIKE spinach, but sometimes I just don't want a book that is Good For Me. Sometimes I want a French Fry book or a Pop Tart book. But I can guarentee I never want a Liver and Onions book.

I like liver and onions too. Which books are liver & onions, Kat?

Moby Dick is Liver and Onions.

Though in all honesty, it's more a categorizing I use when I used to sit on a committee that did nominations for prizes in Childrens and Young Adult literature. My committee nominated then kids voted. And it used to irk me to no end that some of the adults consistently chose spinach books. In reality, if this is a kids' prize, and it was, it was more important to me to choose books that kids were actually reading and enjoying, not books that moved me as an adult or made me cry.

I haven't read Moby Dick. Is Treasure Island close?

I like liver & onions and Moby Dick.

Treasure Island is fun, but its only relation to Moby Dick would be salt water.

Treasure Island, to most kids, is Liver and Onions. To some kids, it's just fun. To me, as an adult who is rediscovering Treasure Island, it's fun... but I'm not a kid.

But it has pirates and a treasure map! Kids these days.

This is irking on a level that is difficult to express without resorting to Brobdingnagian levels of profanity.

Just had to see that again. Lovely turn of phrase.