Midgets

Why does TLC have so many midget shows? Midget documentaries are boring. They do everything average-sized people do; they just need a ladder to do it.

If it's not the little people, it's the big families. They have the Duggers, who should really consider a vasectomy. What are they up to now? 19? But then there are all these shows about multiple-birth families. You'd think TLC would have learned their lesson with Jon and Kate, but now it's Table for Twelve, starring the Hayes family with their two sets of twins and a set of sextuplets. Let's hope show biz doesn't get to them, but if it does get to them in the same way it got to Jon and Kate, at least TLC could have one last special where the Hayeses spill their guts about the destruction of their once happy lives.

Who would ever want a camera crew following them around 24/7?

Silly people.

The Mysterious Odor

Making myself comfortable on my bed, I unwrapped my bandage, revealing my iodine-stained arm. I had donated plasma over three hours earlier, and the hole still bled a little, but that's typical. I think when I pull off the gauze, all the dried blood gets pulled up with it, reopening the wound. Either that or I'm a hemophiliac. While I dabbed the drop of blood, and contemplated what item to check off my to do list first, I smelled a faint unpleasant odor. I held my arm up to my nose and inhaled. It smelled like iodine. That wasn't it. Oh, well. I ignored both the smell and my homework and checked my Facebook for the third time today. Derek Lemmon commented on my photo. I smelled my arm again. Iodine. I looked down at my legs crossed under me. I leaned over till my nose nearly touched my right foot. Mystery solved.