On the heels of the death of diet guru Robert Atkins, let us bow our heads a moment in respect of other bizarre things dietetic.
Though I was too young to appreciate them for what they were at the time, I very clearly remember that my grandmother had the complete set of Mid-70s Weight Watchers Cards. My brother and I used to paw through the collection when bored while visiting her house. I think that in my mind, this was her parallel of our collecting baseball or Star Wars cards. From the site:
These cards mystify me. None of them have calorie or nutrition information of any kind, and in some instances it’s hard to tell what’s dietetic about the recipes at all, except that they’re unspeakably grim. And yet also, completely insane. They appear to be from a much kookier era of Weight Watchers.
While you’re in the mode, don’t miss James’ Gallery of Regrettable Food. Oh, and these reviews of 20 cheap beers is, um, mouth watering.

You know Spring has arrived with vigour when ivy crawling the outside of the house becomes overzealous and finds it way into your office. Don’t tell our landlord. This wouldn’t have happened if we had prevented the ivy from becoming enmeshed in the shingles to begin with. But we’re suckers for inflourescence. Amy found the creeper and truncated it outside the house. Life support pulled out from under it, the indoor tendril collapsed a few hours later.