So That Happened

Dear Alton Brown,

May I call you AB?  Okay then.  

AB, you know I have nothing but deep, hateless love for you.  I've seen every episode of Good Eats and Feasting on Asphalt/Waves/Foam: the El Bulli Edition (okay, that last one may be a figment of my imagination), and I have all of your books.  Friends bring me magazines from places near and far if they have interviews with you.  I've even met you (twice! eee!) and managed to stay cool and not completely geek out in your presence.  See?  Nothing but love, which is why it pains me to do this:

Long hair?  Really?  

Really?

Is this the kind of comparison you want?  

Tough lovingly yours,

Me

I Love Tim Gunn, Part Eleventy Zillion and Fifty

I usually refrain from getting political in this space - not because I don't have any opinions (I do), but there is just So Much Noise from all sides during this election that I choose not to add to the mix.  Not only that, I'm surrounded by the election at work and it's nice to give myself a break from it once in a while.

That said, please allow me to share this with you - the divine Tim Gunn speaking out against Proposition 8:

Vote No on Prop 8.  Please.  For you.  For me.  For my dear friend Frank, who is marrying his partner this weekend.  For everyone.

Thank you.

I Hate People, Part Eleventy Million and Three

Or, This Is Why People Have Twitter (Which I Don't, In Case You Were Wondering):

Location: The doctor's office
When: Yesterday
The Players: A woman in the waiting room and me.

The TV is tuned into Regis & Kelly, but instead of Regis there is a guest co-host.

Woman: Is that Joe the Plumber?
Me: No, it's Michael Chiklis (or, as it sounded in my head, IT'S MICHAEL FUCKING CHIKLIS OH MY GOD WOMAN I HATE YOU).
Woman: (laughs) Oh!  They look so much alike.
Me (in my head): DIE!

AWESOME.

Please to admire...the Predator Pumpkin from Villafane Studios.

My mind...it cannot handle the immense amount of awesome.  It just can't.

Hi There

I haven't fallen off the face of the earth, although it might seem like it being that I haven't blogged in some time.  I want to.  I really do.  But life have gotten in the way - a death in the family a few weeks ago and other assorted issues - and so I haven't.  I'm sorry.

If only something existed to make things easier...

(Photo taken by me in a downtown L.A. elevator earlier this week.)

And Now For Something Lighter...

...who doesn't appreciate a good Rickroll poster?

And I may secretly love this one a wee bit more than the others - shh, don't tell!

This Story Makes Me Sad

I'd like for you to read about the Taubs.  In case you haven't heard of them, here's a summary: Chana and Simon Taub married, bought a large, beautiful home in Brooklyn, and subsequently divorced, but neither party wanted to move out of the house.  The fight between the two has become so acrimonious that they have gone as far as to put up a dividing wall inside the home with nothing but plywood - not to mention a whole lot of anger - separating themselves.  Imagine that!  A Wall. Right Down. The Middle.  Of Your House.

Now, I'm not saying that they should kiss and make up, but when two people pour more money into suing and countersuing each other than what the house is now worth and generally being mad as hell and dragging this case through courtroom after courtroom for years, doesn't there come a time when you become too tired to fight?  I wonder if they have ever reached that point but refuse to acknowledge it.  How can one be so angry for so long?  I'll be the first to say that when I get mad I get M.A.D., but I can't hold onto that type of anger for an extended period of time because it's just too damn tiresome, plus I have other things to worry about.

I don't know the Taubs personally so their issues don't affect me, but having known of their ongoing squabble for years, I am at the point where I am tired for them.  

In Which I Thank The Lord for the Night Time

I'm seeing Neil Diamond...TODAY!

Sorry - I couldn't resist.  I'll be at the Hollywood Bowl tonight getting my Neil on.  I for one cannot WAIT to see 1) who else will be there, and 2) the merchandise on hand.  If there's a fitted ladies' t-shirt with Neil in silhouette (and please please please let that be true), I am ALL OVER IT.