It’s been a while since I’ve loathed, so let’s get to it. In fact, I promised I’d try and do one on Tuesday and I didn’t get to it. So, in lieu of a Dose today, here’s what you get. It ain’t much, but it’s something.

I didn’t watch Ryan and Trista’s wedding, because I’m not a woman or a gay man, but I did zip on past it with the remote three times last night. Ryan was crying all three times.

Let me repeat that, Ryan was crying all three times.

I’ve been to a wedding where the bride cried so hard on the alter she started heaving and looked like she was going to pass out. I’ve been in a wedding where the groom threw up in the bushes two minutes before we had to stumble out on the altar. But I have never been to one where the groom sobbed like that pansy, poet writing fireman did.

And to think, Ryan was the one I liked.

Speaking of that, I hear that Charlie was like a “sideline reporter” for the wedding. Ryan allowed this? What part of, “Don’t invite the guy who last banged your wife other than you” to the wedding did he not get?

So, I guess I’m loathe to admit that this made me mad.

Speaking of that, the dictionary says you can spell it l-o-a-t-h or l-o-a-t-h-e, I like it with the e myself.

I’m loathe to admit that my sister had to point out to me that I never spell separate right. I apparently always spell it seperate. But I can spell Grudzielanek, so I’ve got that going for me.

I’m loathe to admit that not only do I watch “Celebrity Poker Challenge” on Bravo, but that I find myself yelling at the dumbass celebrities who don’t know how to play poker. There may be no easier version of poker to learn than Texas Hold ‘Em, and it infuriates me to see nitwits who go on national TV (ok, national cable TV–but still) and make asses out of themselves.

A few things from the first two episodes. The best players on each show did not win. Ben Affleck, for all of his faults as a (no talent hack of an) actor, he knows his way around the casino. He did everything right and still lost to the gay, bald guy from Sex and the City. Timothy Busfield got beaten by a “look at what I pulled out of my ass” effort from Richard Schiff.

Martin Sheen was gawdawful, and it was so sweet to see David Schwimmer go down in flames on the third hand. Does anybody actually like this guy?

My friend Melissa went to Northwestern with him and said he was the biggest dick then, and that was ten years ago. Now he’s got more money than God, imagine what he’s like. Ewww.

I’m more in love with Emily Procter than I was before. She can’t play poker, but at least she’s hot about it.

It bothers me too much that the guy who plays “Ed” looks just like Ed from Barenaked Ladies.

Tom Cavanaugh “Ed”

Ed Robertson

I’m also a little jealous of Tom Cavanaugh because he gets to make out with Julie Bowen AND he has a cool action photo of himself in a Reggie Theus-era Kings jersey getting and “and one” on Justin Timberlake.

I’m loathe to admit that we really need to bring back the Babes of Desipio, don’t we?

There was Julie.

And Campbell (of course.) How could I leave my first wife off the list?

And yes, TJ, I know she’s a chain smoker. But you know what they say about women who smoke? They’ll put anything in their mouth.

How much of that was out loud?

There was Brooke Langton. Remember she got the boot when the rumor went out that she was dating Tiger Woods, but we brought her back when he bought the Swedish nanny from Jesper Parnevik.

I was going to add Ashley Williams, the babe from “Good Morning, Miami” because…well…I mean look at her

But I don’t watch the show because it sucks. So if she was a real “Desipio Babe” wouldn’t I watch the show anyway?

Can we leave Mandy Moore off?

And you all remember Jamie Sale, right? The Canadian figure skater who along with her gay boyfriend got jobbed out of the gold medal by the French judge? She’s pretty naked in FHM in January.

But is it wrong that I’m obsessed with how cross-eyed she is. She’s hot, but I get a headache just thinking about that wandering eye. Eww.

I’m loathe to admit that this morning “Stealing Harvard” was on my TiVo and had just started, so I hit the record button before I left the house. When am I going to watch that piece of crap?

I’m loathe to admit that I watched “My Big Fat Greek Wedding”. But, I didn’t like it. So I’m OK, right?

I’m loathe to admit that I laughed out loud the day that I read that Wynonna Judd got a DUI

because that night she was on CMT hosting (not making this up) The 40 Greatest Drinking Songs of All-Time. Suh-weet!

I’m loathe to admit that (gratuitous book plug alert!) on page 75 (the same page that immortalizes Juan Acevedo) of “Oops, They Did It Again: The 2003 Chicago Cubs” (on sale now at Desipio Crap Fiesta!) I admit to liking Joe Buck. But that was then. I said something to the effect that given the choice between him and Chip, I’d take Joe any day. That was the first day Joe began his non-stop barrage of lame Sammy Sosa “cork” jokes, which has since turned him into an object of derision equal to Chip. Just wanted to clear that up.

I’m loathe to admit that I hate USC and Michigan so much that I’m hoping the ground in Pasadena opens up on New Year’s Day and swallows that freakin’ stadium and everybody in it.

I’m loathe to admit that I will miss Dave Veres.

OK, I won’t miss Dave Veres, but I will miss yelling “DK 57!” at him every time he gives up another double.

I’m loathe to admit that I fully expect the Cubs to be the best team in the National League from April until the end of October in 2004. This makes me uncomfortable. But a good kind of uncomfortable.

By the way, speaking of Trista Rehn, wait, I guess she’s Trista Sutter now. Hey, is Ryan Sutter the only one not employed by the Blackhawks? Anyway, Trista is supposed to be what, 30?

If she’s 30, she’s the Albert Pujols of reality TV. She’s 35 if she’s a day.

Look at that photo. He’s going to cry again, isn’t he? What a pansy.

Pink performed at the Billboard Music Awards last night and her pants were on so low that Fox had to switch to a shot of the Billboard logo a few times during her song because they were slipping down in the front and showing her..well…pink.

I’m not going to say anything, but I think the photog saw some, too.

You’ve got to hand it to Paris, when she wants to be, she’s actually pretty.

And you two? You’re on 14:58 and counting.

Anyway, I’m sure there are more things to loathe. But I’m loathe to admit that I’m old and I need a nap.