Dear the lady who reads the local "Marketplace" segment on NPR everday,

You suck. How do you manage to consistently screw up reading hog and soy bean prices? Today you mispronounced the word annual. What's up with that? Also, please sound more excited. I realize that your job blows. I would be depressed if my job entailed reading soy bean prices, but it's not my job. It's yours. So make it fun. Do funny voices, sing them, make them into a rap, recite them in pig latin, SOMETHING. Every time you tell me that the price of a barrel of corn went up 15 cents yesterday I want to punch my ears. Just ONCE could you please tell us that the price of a barrel of monkeys went up 12 cents yesterday, BUT THEY'RE STILL FUN!