Less than 2 hours here, most spent unloading my truck, and I have already been told by my parents that I need to get a new career. Also, I am pretty sure they have no idea what I do and that very few companies in Sonoma County that offer more than minimum wage would take on an entertainment-based web producer for their day to day office work in this economy. at least I have a few days in LA to couch surf and enjoy my last moments of freedom from parental life advice. sigh
Black Friday, aka Buy Nothing Day, was a really big deal when I was in college.
Apparently, by buying nothing, you were subverting the capitalist system. You were sticking it to the Man by not standing in line, not getting that new J. Crew sweater or CD player or whatever. It was the topic of many flyers on dorm hallways and in school buildings. Many of my friends still celebrate this anti-holiday. I know this from Facebook groups.
Yes, your voice as a consumer counts more than your voice as an activist or a voter. So purchase responsibly throughout the year… which is kind of redundant instruction as my friends that are still into Buy Nothing Day already do. So what difference does it make if I get my Keihl’s today or in a week? 20% off, that’s what. (Plus next week I’ll have to drive down to San Francisco to get it, wasting energy, gasoline and time.) I also bought a bagel and an espresso and paid my cellphone bill. I might buy a beer later, pending on how far I get in packing. So all in all, I’ve spent money. And I’m not ashamed. In fact, 2 years ago tomorrow, I bought my car. And I got it for a lot less than had I purchased it a few weeks before or after.
Also, you should listen to Steely Dan today because they have a song called Black Friday.
“Dairyland Greyhound Racetrack in Kenosha, Wisconsin will be closing on December 31, 2009. 900 Greyhounds need to be adopted or they will be euthanized.
Please help me get the word out; there are only 6 weeks to get this done. Contact Joanne Kehoe Operations Director P: 312-559-0887 Or Dairyland Race Track Adoption Center direct at 262-612-8256”
Um, April, this one is for you. Get on it.
So, I don’t know if any of you are in this area. I’m definitely not. My aunt has a rescue greyhound from Ireland though, and she is just the most lovely, caring, sweet and kind dog ever. My aunt has quite a young daughter, and her greyhound Dina is really, really calm and great around her. Just sayin’.
If you’re following me, you’ve probably read the chronicles of Ms. Millhouse Van Kitten… aka the black kitty I rescued last week. I gave her food at my friends’ apartment and we had an instant bond. Within a minute of playing with her, I wanted to take her home. Oh, and I HATE CATS.
My friend Louise, some of her neighbors and I took turns taking care of this kitten for about 4 days when someone remarked that coyotes were circling their area, waiting to take a nibble or a chomp. Having just seen the crazy cat lady ep of It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia, I broke down and took her in (after she was tested for diseases at the vet and given a flea bath). (And I’m already a crazy dog lady.) It took her about an hour to get used to me and to Oliver. We’ve been snuggling as a group ever since. Seriously, she spoons with my dog. Millhouse likes to bat at my iPhone when I read the news in bed in the morning. She even has tried typing on my laptop.
On Thursday, because I’m a moron and don’t know how to take care of a cat other than feeding it and scooping the litter, I took her over to my friend Carrie’s place. (Carrie was a very big cat person and wanted to meet the one kitty who has melted my cold, ice-covered heart.) All was well until her husband’s dog Rocky came bounding in and scared the shit out of Millhouse. She ran up a tree and Oliver ran to me, crying, and pointing to where my cat had climbed. I tried coaxing her out, but no dice. I took Rocky (the Australian shepherd that I often photograph with Ollie) home so maybe she’d come out of a tree. I cried the whole way home. I worked on packing more and more of my stuff and making myself numb to the fact that the one cat I wanted to take with me in my life was probably coyote food.
My friends and I tried very hard to find her. As soon as I got there today to take back their dog and put up fliers, (insert “Have you seen my pussy jokes” here) Millhouse shows up. Apparently she heard my voice and came out from the bushes to see me. I’m. not. kidding. I caught her one house over and she was back to her snuggly self in about 10 minutes. She was even okay with Oliver and my friends’ toddler. I took her home and she’s currently sitting on my right. Ollie’s on my left. Tonight we’ll make a kitty/puppy/spinster sandwich.
So why does this matter other than this cat loves me enough to come out of hiding? I’m moving away in a week. And I’m moving to my parents’ house. Oh and my parents hate cats. Really really hate cats. Got two messages on Twitter from my mom that there’s no way in hell Millhouse can live with them when I put a message out that the kitty was safe and sound.
Fortunately, I have a home for Millhouse. But now I feel like we’ve already gone through so much that we’re meant to be together. Plus? She loves me like Oliver does. And since I am a spinster, I might as well make it official by getting a cat — a cat with a kick ass name.
Why couldn’t I have met her earlier in the year? Or better yet, why do I have move at all?
Anyway, sorry this is so long and kind of sad. I just had to let it out. Also: she’s resting her paws and head on my arm.
I used to make this in college. My friends called it hippie gruel. It’s super easy and super tasty.
Get a giant pot and fill it with water. Throw in a few large tablespoons of chunky peanut butter. Add salt. Add a few cloves of garlic, a large white onion, a few tomatoes, celery and about 3 or 4 potatoes (cut into medium sized cubes). Then add in all the “c” spices — cardamom, cumin, cayanne pepper, cloves, cinnamon (just a tiny bit), curry, etc. Let it cook until the potatoes get pretty soft. Add more peanut butter if you want a thicker sauce. Play with the spices and garlic to taste. Cubes of hard tofu work well in it too, but that’s if you want more stuff in the stew. Lemon can be nice too.
Serve it in a bowl with some kind of tasty bread. Or use a bread bowl. It goes well with sourdough, though I personally hate sourdough. It serves a lot, based on how much of each ingredient you use.
(Sorry I don’t have a real recipe, but I don’t cook that way, I think a variation on this may exist in the Moosewood Cookbook — like I said, my friends called it hippie gruel. They also ate it in droves.)
Here’s how Moosewood makes it, I don’t think you need the honey or the buttermilk. Also, all the vegetables make it way better. But this might help with proportions.
1 cup good plain peanut butter 2 tablespoons honey 4 cups boiling water 1 to 2 tablespoons peanut oil 2 cups minced onion 10 large cloves garlic, minced 2 teaspoons salt (Use less, if peanut butter is salted) 2 to 3 tablespoons minced fresh ginger 1 teaspoon cinnamon 2 teaspoons ground coriander 1 teaspoon ground cardamom 1/2 teaspoon cloves 2 teaspoons turmeric 1 tablespoon ground cumin 1 teaspoon dry mustard 1/2 teaspoon cayenne (maybe more—to taste) 2 cups buttermilk (at room temperature)
Place the peanut butter and honey in a medium-sized bowl. Add about half the boiling water, and mash with a spoon until it becomes smooth. Whisk in the remaining hot water and set aside.
Heat the oil in a soup pot or a Dutch oven. Add the onion, garlic, salt, and ginger. Saute over low heat for about 10 minutes, then add the spices. Continue to cook and stir for about 5 minutes longer.
Stir in the peanut butter mixture and cover. Bring to a boil, then turn the heat way down and simmer for about 20 minutes, stirring occasionally.
Just before serving, heat the soup again (if necessary) and whisk in the room temperature buttermilk. Serve right away, with a small spoonful of Banana Topping in each bowl.
This list is pretty much accurate except that Emo Phillips has always been batshit insane and his long-standing joke that he makes $3.15 every time Pee Wee’s Big Adventure runs is pretty fucking brilliant. Also: Pauly Shore is quite funny if you take him away from late 80s/ early 90s shit star marketing.
Today we had a substitute who has never used a SMART board before. She began to write the word “assignment” on the board. After writing the letters A-S-S she realized she was using a dry erase marker, not the SMART marker. Now, our SMART board permanently has the word ass on it. Way to go Mrs. B. MLIA
what the hell is a smart board? if it’s like my phones, it seems counterproductive as a teaching method. also… all children should use an abacus as pen and paper make them weak.
“If I cannot destroy a big high-rise anymore, because terrorists blew up two of the most famous ones, the twin towers, what does this say about our world?”— Roland Emmerich, director of 2012, in an interview with The New York Times
In the episodes of Gilmore Girls, where Hep Alien is auditioning for new guitarists and out of the blue Sebastian Bach comes in and they’re weirded out because he’s old, but they let him in the band because Laine feels bad for him, in that world…did Skid Row exist? I mean, every other band existed? And, I mean, he isn’t just some guy from some unknown band. I mean, someone line David Bazan (first name that popped in my head, dunno why) came on and was like a really good folk singer (should’ve picked a better name, but bear with me) no one would know any better. But Sebastian Bach isn’t unknown. People recognize him, my mom did. I don’t know. That’s always funny to me, in TV shows, how pop culture exists even though they are inside of it. I don’t know why I’m talking about this. It’s stupid. Also though, on another episode, where the guys & Laine are talking about ”guilty pleasures” music, Laine says Simon and Garfunkel, most musically conscious people I know really LIKE Simon & Garfunkel in a totally unironic, guilty way.
I may just hang out with folkies though.
I’m stopping now, thinking too far into television. I’ll just go back to watching TV now.
I always thought of it like this (and I did ponder this a lot while working on the show)… yes, Skid Row did exist in the world of Gilmore Girls. And so Sebastian Bach also existed. Which means the character of Gil looks exactly like Sebastian Bach.
So why has no one in the band made that connection?
Well why has no one in the band made the connection that Sophie looks a hell of a lot like Carole King? Or the Troubador like Grant-Lee Phillips (well actually we weren’t in any scenes with him, but you know what I mean). Maybe it’s that sometimes we overlook the obvious. That we’re so focused on our Rock and Roll or the drama in our relationships that we just can’t see these special things staring us right in the face.
But I think the big question is… why does Gil look exactly like Sebastian Bach? Why does he talk about having had a band once that didn’t work out… how does he just happen to have an “in” at CBGBs for a little teenage garage band? And why is it that his name just happen to be the first three letters of the show itself?
I think the character of Gil is more of a mystery than it seems on the surface. In fact, I think all of these musical characters have a magic to them that lives outside of reality.
Which is kind of cool. I don’t know.
what about the fact that you KNOW lorelei watches the kids in the hall and never once noticed that the night manager of the inn looks EXACTLY like bruce mccullogh. i’d at least expect michelle to have said something like, “he smells like cabbage” or at least some side reference one of bruce’s characters. he could have left sookie’s house after bruce became the nanny and screamed “laura!” oh well.
i loved gg’s stunt casting and always thought it was brilliant that carol king was the record store owner and sebastian bach was in the band. and it was really cute that they made an o.c. reference when dave left to become seth cohen.
meanwhile, on the same note, (oh crap i made a pun) why didn’t anyone in hep alien noticed that friggin geddy lee was at lane’s baby shower?
oh yeah and why the hell didn’t paris fight tooth and nail to be in skull and bones? she was obsessed with the puffs, why wouldn’t she be obsessed with yale’s secret societies?
also: i always wanted paris and kirk to get together.