I found my soulmate.
Well, my culinary soulmate.
Miley already holds a soft spot in my heart from my penchant for bubblegum pop, but this really just takes the cake.
Teeny bopper pop + Ketchup = <3
And no, there's nothing odd about it. "It's just good."
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Ms. Krabappel.
Alksngfaslknganklangawktnaklgnasklngag.
Over the last couple of days I've been exhausted for some reason. I don't know if it's re-adjusting to the raw groove after 2 days of bliss or what but I've been feeling like a big bowl of crap soup.
Cold, non-cooked, gazpachoey crap soup.
I attribute a lot of this to no alcohol. I went to a work thing the other night, and was the only sober one in the room. Being in a room with a bunch of buzzed or drunk people is totally not fun unless you are one of them. Having to explain to them why you aren't one of them over and over again also isn't that great either.
Blah. I need a nap.
Over the last couple of days I've been exhausted for some reason. I don't know if it's re-adjusting to the raw groove after 2 days of bliss or what but I've been feeling like a big bowl of crap soup.
Cold, non-cooked, gazpachoey crap soup.
I attribute a lot of this to no alcohol. I went to a work thing the other night, and was the only sober one in the room. Being in a room with a bunch of buzzed or drunk people is totally not fun unless you are one of them. Having to explain to them why you aren't one of them over and over again also isn't that great either.
Blah. I need a nap.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
I Left my Heart(burn) in San Francisco...
Wow.
Never has death tasted so good.
I went up to SF for the weekend because a few months ago Virgin America had RIDICULOUSLY cheap tickets going up North. I guess you get what you pay for because they sucked ass this time.
Not only was our flight going up delayed, but the flight coming back down was delayed too! In addition to that, the Red (in-flight entertainment) system was dead for the 2 rows that we were sitting in so it was awkward elevator music and thumb twiddling for the most part. Oh, and apparently the reading light for the window seat forces you to read like Stephen Hawking since it's pretty much in the lap of the middle chair. Lameness all over.
But back to SF.
I basically went on a 36 hour binge eating tour of the city. The temple, that is my body, probably got shock treatment from all of the junk that I ingested over the short two day period. To be honest, I felt a little sicky, but that could have just been the carafe of sake I drank on Saturday night.
It's nice to know that even during the off season, I can still party like a rock.
Never has death tasted so good.
I went up to SF for the weekend because a few months ago Virgin America had RIDICULOUSLY cheap tickets going up North. I guess you get what you pay for because they sucked ass this time.
Not only was our flight going up delayed, but the flight coming back down was delayed too! In addition to that, the Red (in-flight entertainment) system was dead for the 2 rows that we were sitting in so it was awkward elevator music and thumb twiddling for the most part. Oh, and apparently the reading light for the window seat forces you to read like Stephen Hawking since it's pretty much in the lap of the middle chair. Lameness all over.
But back to SF.
I basically went on a 36 hour binge eating tour of the city. The temple, that is my body, probably got shock treatment from all of the junk that I ingested over the short two day period. To be honest, I felt a little sicky, but that could have just been the carafe of sake I drank on Saturday night.
It's nice to know that even during the off season, I can still party like a rock.
An "I'm F***ing Ben Affleck" for an Eye
Jesus.
As if it could get any better. Here is Jimmy Kimmel's rebuttle to the Matt Damon video from a little while back. I still give Sarah Silverman the props for the original (the "You Got Served" part brings me to tears), but freaking Jimmy brought the big guns out for this one.
My boyfriend as the random delivery guy............ priceless:
As if it could get any better. Here is Jimmy Kimmel's rebuttle to the Matt Damon video from a little while back. I still give Sarah Silverman the props for the original (the "You Got Served" part brings me to tears), but freaking Jimmy brought the big guns out for this one.
My boyfriend as the random delivery guy............ priceless:
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Trailer Trash: Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull
Behold, the first look at the movie that I am dying to see the most this year.
Nothing fancy, just good old fashioned fun.
Nothing fancy, just good old fashioned fun.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Ice Cream Sundae with a Turd on Top
I never fell into the whole Alicia Keys thing, but after last nights Grammy's performance I am a believer.
The remix she did with her hit (and massively overplayed) song "No One" was brilliant. Maybe it was the Gospel background, the Timbaland like backbeat, the bevvy of classical violins, or just the familiarity of a chord from U2's "With or Without You," but I was ready to scream "Sing it, Sister!" at the top of my lungs.
Then John Mayer stepped into the picture.
WHY...............WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY John Mayer. Why ruin something that was so damn near perfect with his down syndrome ass.
I actually don't really hate his music ("Your Body is a Wonderland" is too damn cute not to love), but John Mayer himself (or his public persona) totally grosses me out. Plus, he didn't even come out and really sing, he just played a guitar riff. ANYONE can play a guitar riff. Anyone but John Mayer.
Nevertheless, her performance is still pretty amazing (minus the fake piano playing in the middle of the song).
The remix she did with her hit (and massively overplayed) song "No One" was brilliant. Maybe it was the Gospel background, the Timbaland like backbeat, the bevvy of classical violins, or just the familiarity of a chord from U2's "With or Without You," but I was ready to scream "Sing it, Sister!" at the top of my lungs.
Then John Mayer stepped into the picture.
WHY...............WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY John Mayer. Why ruin something that was so damn near perfect with his down syndrome ass.
I actually don't really hate his music ("Your Body is a Wonderland" is too damn cute not to love), but John Mayer himself (or his public persona) totally grosses me out. Plus, he didn't even come out and really sing, he just played a guitar riff. ANYONE can play a guitar riff. Anyone but John Mayer.
Nevertheless, her performance is still pretty amazing (minus the fake piano playing in the middle of the song).
Thursday, February 7, 2008
RAWr!
It's that time of year again.
Lent.
Since every year I try to up the ante a little bit, I've decided to do something stupid and try going raw this time around. It's been like 4 hours and it already massively sucks. I'm going to be a little more lenient on the schedule of it all (yes, I will be cheating inbetween), but the goal is to do 40 days of vile weed before my birthday. Upon which I will gorge myself with all of the sins of the edible world. mmmMMmmmm. Sin.
Lent.
Since every year I try to up the ante a little bit, I've decided to do something stupid and try going raw this time around. It's been like 4 hours and it already massively sucks. I'm going to be a little more lenient on the schedule of it all (yes, I will be cheating inbetween), but the goal is to do 40 days of vile weed before my birthday. Upon which I will gorge myself with all of the sins of the edible world. mmmMMmmmm. Sin.
Friday, February 1, 2008
Rock Me Amadeus
Ratatouille is one of the best movies of 2007 in my opinion. Sure, it was fun and cute, but at the very end also instilled a great comment on society. Man, I love this movie.
In many ways the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and theirselves to our judgement. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and easy to read.
But, the bitter truth we critics must face is that, in the grand scheme of things...the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something...and that is the discovery and defense of the new.
The world is often unkind to the new talent, new creations. The new needs friends.
Last night I experienced something new, an extraordinary meal from an singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about the fine cooking, is a gross understatement -- they have rocked me to my core.
In the past I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto: "Anyone Can Cook". But I realize only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere.
It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau's, who is, nothing less than the finest Chef in France.
In many ways the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and theirselves to our judgement. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and easy to read.
But, the bitter truth we critics must face is that, in the grand scheme of things...the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something...and that is the discovery and defense of the new.
The world is often unkind to the new talent, new creations. The new needs friends.
Last night I experienced something new, an extraordinary meal from an singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about the fine cooking, is a gross understatement -- they have rocked me to my core.
In the past I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto: "Anyone Can Cook". But I realize only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere.
It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau's, who is, nothing less than the finest Chef in France.
Too Cool for School
I gotta admit. Matt Damon is one cool dude.
I may hate his Bourne movies and always kind of disliked him for being overrated in the hotness department, but the man has a great sense of humor.
An inkling of it came out in 2004, when he had that totally out of the blue cameo in the awesome, and unappreciated, movie "Eurotrip."
But this recent work of art takes the cake.
"How do you like DEM apples! ...Get it? Because I'm like talking about her breasts..." Priceless!
Note: It only took Kristin 4 years to land another movie. Go Chun-Li!
I may hate his Bourne movies and always kind of disliked him for being overrated in the hotness department, but the man has a great sense of humor.
An inkling of it came out in 2004, when he had that totally out of the blue cameo in the awesome, and unappreciated, movie "Eurotrip."
But this recent work of art takes the cake.
"How do you like DEM apples! ...Get it? Because I'm like talking about her breasts..." Priceless!
Note: It only took Kristin 4 years to land another movie. Go Chun-Li!
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