je suis la jeune fille

And making this too

Wed, 25 Nov 2009 15:01:17 -0500

And making this too :

Fried Brussels Sprouts with Walnut and Capers

Making this for Thxgvng

Wed, 25 Nov 2009 15:00:00 -0500

Making this for Thxgvng:

Skillet Apple Pie

It's come to this

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 09:53:12 -0500

Last night, I returned home from New Moon (don’t judge, I just LOVE to unpack the effed up psychology of the Twilight phenomenon; ask me about male sex objects and I’ll give you 30 minutes of analysis, I can’t even get into the camera gaze/KINO EYE because that’s a mindfuck), curled up in bed with my kitty Oscar (aka Ozziepants) and happily Post-It’d my way through the holiday issue of Food Network magazine. Good fucking god.

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Fri, 20 Nov 2009 12:00:06 -0500

Is the response I got after sending this email to my friends I have talked into seeing “New Moon”:

“I can handle Ninja Assassin but Avatar(d) might be a stretch…. can i bring you a delicious baked good or something on Monday to ease the pain of all the sexy vampires???”

I guess “sexy vampires” is too much hotness for their work servers to handle.

LIFE's Sexiest Men of the '50s, '60s, '70s

Thu, 19 Nov 2009 09:40:00 -0500

LIFE's Sexiest Men of the '50s, '60s, '70s:

Good grief, it’s like a slideshow of every male obsession of mine.

YOU GUYS. This is my zucchini plant on the day that I bought it,...

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 09:28:29 -0500

YOU GUYS. This is my zucchini plant on the day that I bought it, October 18th. Today is November 18th and this morning I ate the first zucchini grown by said plant! I can’t find my camera charger to take a photo of the plant now but it is a humongous beast. Luvs it.

Robert Mitchum in “Out of the Past” (via tothemaxxx)

Fri, 13 Nov 2009 14:37:00 -0500

Robert Mitchum in “Out of the Past” (via tothemaxxx)

This makes me all swoony and shit.

Fri, 13 Nov 2009 10:39:11 -0500

This makes me all swoony and shit.

Healthytown, Population ME

Fri, 13 Nov 2009 10:13:00 -0500

I randomly stumblred upon all these weightloss tumblrs and I obsessively read them ALL in the past 2 days. I don’t know what’s so addicting, the chipper ways they talk about 6 mile runs and accompanying smiling, sweaty photos, or the crazy transformations (one of the reasons I occassionally watched Biggest Loser when I had tv). Maybe it’s just because those happy kids are just so heartwarming.

Anyway, I’m trying to also make an effort to be more healthful and exerciseful. Yeah, losing weight, whatever, that’s cool. I certainly won’t be mad at that. I’ve been so unsuccessful in that particular endeavor that I can no longer care about numbers and sizes if I want to be a sane human being. More importantly, exercise improves my mood in an almost a scary fashion. To the point where I’m like, I should do this more often so I’m not such a beastly biotch. And eathing healthy also feels really great and is super delicious.

Here’s my last 15 hour rundown, in case you care, which if you don’t, whatever, don’t read it. Like I am fond of saying, this is my blog and I do want I want. Last night I went to a ballet class, then had wahoo, quinoa, roasted veg, and salad for dinner, with two frozen fig bananas (sweet, mini bananas we grew in our yard!)for dessert. It helps when your parents cook! Oh, and I also had a Corona Light and a bag of Jungle Chili plantain chips when I stopped to get gas after ballet. This morning, I took the dogs on a run/walk/hike number that was my first extended cardio since my horrific injury. Fuck it was hard, and honestly the only reason I went was that I wanted to listen to the running playlist I made last night. Having a rambunctious 75 pound dog that thinks he is a tiny little puppy on the end of a leash is handful, and it’s kind of amazing how he literally pulls my ass up the hills. Buster desperately needs a ton of exercise because he gets super insano crazy when he doesn’t. And he’s not a self motivator either. So we’ll have to motivate each other. Seriously thought I was going to puke when I got back home, but then “Just Dance” came on and suddenly I was ok. Had toast with provolone and pickles for breakfast (don’t ask, I love it, gross). And later I’m having leftover quinoa, roasted cauliflower, black beans, sweet potatoes, tomatoes, mushrooms and cabbage. On second thought, tumblr food diary for me is probably a bad idea because of all the strange shit I eat.

Mood swingin'

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 09:59:42 -0500

I was in a great mood yesterday afternoon. I have to state this to the world because it happens SO INFREQUENTLY. Not that I’m an unhappy person, but just because I’m not one of those “HI IM SO HAPPY LIFE IS WONDERFUL” people. I’m not perky, but good for those people who are. Aren’t you fucking special and happy. Anyway, I’m not sure if I was in a good mood yesterday because my morning started out like crap and then the rest of the day turned great or because I took three Yaz the night before. Hmm?

Um, Subway. That “spinach” wrap is a color that does...

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 13:46:11 -0500

Um, Subway. That “spinach” wrap is a color that does not occur in nature. I’m disturbed.

The Playlist Pimpage

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 00:36:52 -0500

Here’s a roundup of some stuff I’ve written for The Playlist recently. If you aren’t reading The Playlist, and you have any passing interest in film, well, you should be. The contribs and our editor in chief do a fantastic job highlighting foreign, art-house, under the radar projects, in addition to all the big stuff. The reviews are legit and there’s tons of news and fun things like that, in addition to hilarious editorializing and commenter fights about Wes Anderson and Terry Gilliam. And I do an okay job copy editing, and occasionally writing. CHECK IT:

In which I get my vent on about bloated, outdated junkets (used to be my industry, so I have a lot of steam to blow off and a lot of insidery knowledge).

In which I get to talk about Footloose, High School Musical, Dirty Dancing, AND NEWSIES. Holy confluence of awesomeness, Batman.

In which I feel “meh” about the ‘Brief Interviews With Hideous Men’ trailer and poster.

In which I pimp my fellow Wessies Boy Crisis and the “Dressed to Digress” vidya.

In which I talk about Cary Fukunaga’s Levi’s Ads

In which I bring you a Nike Ad directed by David Fincher

Enjoy, lovelies!

Nyam Nyam

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 00:17:00 -0500

Nyam Nyam:

lambdashanks:

Check out my friend Nari’s food show!

Very cute food webisode featuring KIMCHI (I know someone who might be interested in this…). Also, I just love that the name is NYAM NYAM. It’s Korean for NOM NOM (I made that up).

I just cooked and ate this dinner, and it was really delicious...

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 19:45:00 -0500

I just cooked and ate this dinner, and it was really delicious and easy and I made it up myself! So now I will share this recipe that I invented for your enjoyment and because this is my blog and I do what I WANT!

1- Start boiling salted/olive oiled water for pasta

2- Thinly slice half an eggplant into rounds and then cut the rounds in half. Liberally salt the eggplant cause it kind of makes it sweat a little bit and it becomes floppy and loses it’s yucky chlorine taste. Believe me, I have ruined many a dish by not cooking the eggplant properly and then it tastes like chlorine and you spend 20 minutes picking all the eggplant out and throwing it away. So salt that shit! Tom Colicchio says so.

3- Heat a splash of olive oil in a pan and layer in the salty eggplant when it gets hot enough. Pour some more oil on cause eggplant soaks that shit up and otherwise it will be stiff and taste like chlorine. YUCK. Salt it, cause why the heck not!? Oil and salt! DELISHIS.

4- If the water is boiling, put the pasta in (duh). I used whole wheat cause I’m healthy like dat.

5- Rough chop about three cloves of garlic, a few mushrooms, and some red onion and toss em in with the eggyplants. Or whatever the heck you have and feel like tossing in. Tomatoes? Sausages? Bell Peppers? Those might be good!!!! Cook until it is brownish and mushy and carmelizedy.

6- Drain the pasta when it’s done and reserve like half a cup of the hot, salty, oily, starchy water.

7- Remove eggplant, mushroom, garlic, onion mixture from heat and toss in a handful of ripped up or rough chopped basil. Stir that shit around.

8- Pour the veg mixture over the pasta. Throw in a healthy scoop of ricotta cheese if you feel like it (I did) and then pour in a little of the pasta water and mix it all up.

9- Put it on your plate and eat it!

Another component

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 14:49:09 -0500

I figured out another necessary component: french fries, definitely french fries.

Fuck Yeah Adrian Pasdar

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 14:46:10 -0500

Fuck Yeah Adrian Pasdar:

Wow, just wow. Adrian Pasdar is a meme. Mind = blown.

Sunday night. Barbie pink toenails and Carver from The Wire.

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 21:03:46 -0500

Sunday night. Barbie pink toenails and Carver from The Wire.

The fact that my perfect Saturday night involves homemade pizza,...

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 19:06:38 -0500

The fact that my perfect Saturday night involves homemade pizza, wine, puppies and kitties, an embarassing Blockbuster rental I would not watch in the company of another human on the flatscreen (holla at a housesitting gig), and no idea where my cell phone is means I need to work on fighting my Asperger’s Disorder, right?

Ok, I just bought these online

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 14:27:31 -0500

Ok, I just bought these online:

Yes, the men’s Dickie’s Hickory Stripe Bib Overalls. What is with this male model though? He is cracking me up. These are for my cute gardening outfit. I refuse to garden unless I have a cute outfit!

Happiness through material goods

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 14:01:00 -0500

Since I have had a crappy week, and got some disappointing news, and generally have an overall sense of feeling sorry for myself ickiness, I’ve decided to reward myself with some kind of expensive purchased item. Yes, I have fucked up ways of dealing with emotions. Get over it. It’s actually very good that I no longer work in Rockefeller Center, as it was way too easy to mask my emotions with retail therapy there. Many a day when shit was making me :( or :| or :\ or :& (whatever that last one is), I would dash out and furiously pace around the block, landing at H&M or J. Crew, caressing the merino sweaters or chintzy synthetic fabrics, then I would black out and end up back at my office with a $25 headband or a handful of cheap necklaces. And I wonder why I got rid of literally 10 huge garbage bags of clothing and crap when I moved out.

Anyway, I just don’t know what to get. Meh. Whine. How unsatisfactory. I don’t want to actually go to a store and try stuff on (too much effort). And what I really need is a new bathing suit and there’s nothing like trying on bikinis to send a fragile psyche over the edge. Better not chance it.

Perusing Amazon accessories is not helping. Also, the point is IMMEDIATE satisfaction, not satisfaction two weeks from now when this shit arrives in the mail. Blergh. Now this inability to make a frivolous purchase is going to further exacerbate my sense of incompetence and failure. WAAHHHHH. I better go to K-mart and buy a bunch of cosmetic products and Hanes cottonwear before this crisis reaches a boiling point.