From The Riches to Rags

People (Buddha knows who reads this, mole people, I imagine), I've discovered a terrible thing. They really are right when they say you can know too much. On a random Google search for "The Riches", I found out that there will be no third season -- no more The Riches. All I was trying to do was find a picture of that snazzy and sexy Eddie Izzard and his ragtag family of gypsies. (The daughter is ridiculously pretty) As I was a shut-in for the last few days due to a near deadly combination of the flu and strep throat, I was able to amass around 15 hours of viewing pleasure. I had only four more episodes to go, and this is how FX repays me for my dedicated viewership?! Not only that, I loved the show. I really, truly loved it. I was in love with it. (I hear there's a difference between the two) My plan now is to plead with the network to bring back the show by flippin' tricks or stalking Mr. Izzard. The latter, I will do regardless.

In other ridiculous and outrageous news and steering clear of cutting down Canada, the New York Times printed today a German court decision to ban long names. At first, I was alarmed, as I did not know my precious Deutschland was suffering from a long name pandemic. Of course, I'd be pissed, too, if Karl-Theodor Maria Nikolaus Johann Jacob Philipp Franz Joseph Sylvester Freiherr von und zu Guttenberg was continuously absent in class.