Today I got to watch the food chain in action. I arose at 5.45 to release a bunch of ladybugs on my aphid-infested rose bush. A little while later I glanced out the window to find Isis. She was crouched in her kitty cave eyeing the male swallow, who was perched on the porch light eyeing the ladybugs, who were eyeing--or at least creeping toward--the aphids. Just like the Discovery Channel.

On Top Chef this week it was pretty clear who was going home the second that annoying jerk started shooting off his mouth about how he had this challenge in the bag. Lisa's pretty calm over the past few weeks but then her rampant paranoia reared its ugly head. I have nothing to say about Hell's Kitchen because I can't stand any of them.