I came expecting a thoughtful how-to on squeezing more juice out of routine and boring-ness, what I got was an irate classist polemic that just didn't know when to end. It segued all-too gradually from amusing and clever rant to listening to that one uncle rave incoherently for hours about racist bullshit. I daresay he got paid by the word.

Now I know what a half-boiled frog feels like. I couldn't even finish it.