This is the year, my friends. This is the year. Happy '07!
Nothing's sadder than a disposed-of Meativity on a snowless Minnesota Christmas morning... Which even the squirrels don't seem interested in.
No doubt some of you recall the beauty of this Thanksgiving's Meat Turkey.
In celebration of Christmas, my lovely wife's family decided to step it up a notch. We've spent the last hour or so crafting what I believe to be a beautiful and complex homage to the holiday. I present you with:
The Meativity.
(More photos available here and here. Apparently, my crappy cellphone camera is not the only machine that can capture photos of magical artistic creations.)
Merry Christmas, friends!
It pains me to admit it, but this is a pretty great SNL effort.
It has naughty words, FYI.
I was at a Barnes & Noble a while back and saw a book title that so accurately described my sometimes feelings about this town: Another Bullshit Night in Suck City. I would read the book, but I'm scared it would take the shine off of what has become a beloved catchphrase 'round these parts.
So I finished The Road. De. Pressing. Good, well-written, all that crap. But so bleak and sad and ick. But still good. In fact, I've reread a few parts since finishing it, to make sure I didn't miss any of the devastating details. Thank God our next book is Tom Sawyer. I'm about fifty pages in. My mind is craving its lightness so very, very much.
As I was unlocking the door to my apartment building about five minutes ago, a mother and son asked if I had the key to our garbage and recycling area. I figured it was just another of the many small families I haven't met in my building.
Nope. They were collecting cans. And were very appreciative of my opening of the trash area for them.
*sigh*
It's another bullshit night in suck city.
At least I'm going to Minnesota tomorrow with my lovely wife. Sometimes it feels like Minnesota is made of candy canes and gumdrops.
Most times it feels that way.
Blah.
PJ and I have been on Book Club hiatus since we were hamstrung by the heart-ripping Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. We decided to get back to it and are currently working on The Road by Cormac McCarthy.
It.
Is.
Phenomenally.
Depressing.
Whee!
The Devil Wears Prada received three Golden Globe nominations:
- Best Actress in a Comedy or Musical for Meryl Streep
- Best Supporting Actress in a Comedy or Musical for Emily Blunt
- Best Picture: Comedy or Musical
Yay, Emily and Meryl! They're both so damn good.
Show us a victory.
Submitted by dearbarbz.
How odd that this would be the request for today.
My lovely wife decided to bake some lovely treats for a small gathering we're hosting to celebrate the release of The Devil Wears Prada on DVD. (did you buy yours yet?) One of the lovely treats she decided to make is Corn Flake Wreaths. And you know how they have those little red hots on 'em? The "berries" that are hard enough to crack your teeth? Well, I was given the assignment of "picking some up" while I was out today.
Let me say this: NYC is a place where you can do almost anything. If you want to walk in the woods, you can. If you want to get some rare cigar or something, you can. If you want to see where George Washington bade farewell to his troops after the Revolutionary War, you can.
You cannot, however, find these stupid red hots.
I kid you not: I spent a total of three hours today looking for them.
Three.
Hours.
After hour one, it was truly a mission. I was not going to stop until I found them. Thank goodness I'm unemployed.
If you're sent on a similar mission in this suck town, please let me be your martyr and just head straight to the Food Emporium in Union Square. They're at the back of the shelf behind the Assorted Fruit Flavored Decors under the icing.
And I reign victorious.
EDIT: The Lovely Virginia and I have been checking the DVD out. I am entirely creeped out by how much the guy who dubbed my lines in Spanish sounds like me. It's very, very weird to hear lines you improvised getting interpreted into another language by a guy who sounds almost exactly like you.
