EPJ, I'm guessing some of our art critics wouldn't know Marcel Duchamp unless he was wearing a jacket with STP labels and drove a car endlessly around turning to the left. (Great performance art idea BTW.) The problem isn't the definition of art. It is the necessity of some people to decide that only their definition applies. Portions of the Sistine Chapel ceiling were painted over because they were deemed unworthy, so who can say what is art?

I'm guessing it won't be on Fox.

I'm sorry. No. This is obviously the work of space aliens.

I was in the press box during the 1964 Rose Bowl Game. Dr. Pepper had set up a table of coffee urns filled with hot Dr. Pepper for everyone to try. I was one of the few brave enough. It was great! I have prepared it this way off and on during cold weather ever since. Try it, you'll like it.