"...you grill it until the [mortadella] is nice and crispy, and when you put the bundle in your mouth... well, I believe Martha Stewart nearly had an orgasm the other day when I was on her show, and that is a blessed thing."
"There's a trend in Italy toward fast food, because teenagers don't want to have to eat perfect tortellini every day for dinner. What the fuck are they thinking?"
re: Iron Chef America: "You don't have to beat someone all the time, but it's certainly better than losing to them."
He was personable, though clearly in a rush. Appreciated his healthy disdain for Sandra Lee's Semi-Homemade -- he didn't even bother to get the name of her show correct (making fun of Food Network's desire to get you to buy Cool Whip & strawberries: "I don't get that show. Almost Homemade? But she's very popular.").
Those orange Crocs did not work at all for me in person. At. All.
He's still my favorite, though.
French fries with smoked tea finishing salt. Mrowr.
Terribly disappointed by the film of The Golden Compass. The whole thing was cut like a highlight reel -- all action, zero contemplation -- with scenes (such as in Mrs. Coulter's lodgings), presented as actual montages, chirpy music and all! How one is supposed to be able to form an emotional reaction to this material in spite of all this is a mystery! The terrible dialogue didn't help much, either. Was somewhat hoping for a make-up kiss of sorts when Daniel Craig would do his "thing" at the end, but then the movie just ended. Pffft!
Interesting that the US version credits "Northern Lights" as the original source material, as I'm not aware of its having been printed here under that name. Am pleased by that, of course -- you're looking at the woman, after all, who special ordered the first Harry Potter movie from Canada in order to get her philosopher's stone fix.
Am working my way through all six hundred-odd pages of Absolute Sandman #1, and have come to the realization that I'd really like to draw a comic myself. Just one page would be enough. Maybe one of these days...
It's May, and Seattle is sunny at last, & plastered with pink:
Here's to our first snow-free month of 2008. Please?
Odds & ends, because it's all I feel up to:
Could tell that Elizabeth: The Golden Age wasn't exactly to a level with its predecessor, but it was too easy to lose myself in its costuming and set design. Those dresses! (swoon) ... sadly, all Clive Owen's subplots were dead weight, I felt, and I'm pained in saying so as I love Clive Owen dearly.
Alan Moore love fest continues: Top 10 #1 was great, eagerly awaiting book 2; League of Extraordinary Gentlemen #1 a fun read though more of a simple diversion.
<3 Heart Station, as expected.
Officially filled up on $4 gas last week, but too shellshocked to come to terms with it 'til now.
Didn't warm to Helena Bonham Carter as Mrs. Lovett until her final, heartbreaking duet with Toby. Anthony and Johanna? Ugh. Johnny Depp, unsurprisingly, continues to amaze.
Am not feeling like jumping on GTA IV's bandwagon with the rest of humanity. Truly, when would I play?
These little guys were hanging out with their mother just outside my building's rear entrance (am not sure why, but immediately the cover of Beatles For Sale came to mind). They hadn't been there long, at least not in this state -- you could still see eggshells on the ground. Was immediately flush with newfound sense of renewal, and v. timely so... and oh, but they look cosy, don't they?
Just looking at them made me feel warm, too, and loved.
Thanks for the well-wishes, all. Really, and truly, mean it...
Hit my deadline & have been laying v. low the past few days, a happy feeling indeed! Sweeney Todd is sitting next to the television, waiting to be watched. Finally saw Juno. Persepolis was just so good, must see movie version stat -- if I can find it. Elsewhere on the to-consume list: Top 10 #1, Absolute Sandman #1, Heart Station, Lost Odyssey. Plan to try to fit as much as possible, plus relax, the next five weeks, inasmuch as one can do that whilst preparing to move.
Need to admit, though I feel uncool doing so, that I don't really get Daniel Clowes.
So very, very busy. Apologies. I'm still on the wagon, I swear!
Things should be far sunnier post-Friday.
~ was dismayed* to discover I'd fallen out of the top 100 on the Rock Band vocal career leaderboards. Am resolved to brush up on my Blondie & make myself relevant again. Have just discovered that there's a new Utada Hikaru album out, which must be attended to post-haste. FInally, I'm feeling the itch to host my own blog again, but deflated by the thought of converting all my templates to Wordpress. There must be a better way...
*not really.
Did I mention how much I hate taxes? Finally, thrillingly done, but at a cost -- apparently the window of time spent doing them coincided exactly with a window of unseasonably beautiful weather. This is the usual story of my life.
Had a brief conversation with a lovely barista at Aberdeen Centre's Starbucks, where the following vital information was gleaned:
- Mango tea frappuccino will never arrive because apparently it already did, and due to an abject failure in north American test markets was a no-go. Test markets which went unnamed for their own safety, because they are so finished once I uncover their taste-defective identities.
- Tangerine and pomegranate have been off the menu some time, leaving only the heavy stuff, but you can still get a strawberry-lemon tea frappuccino if you ask nicely. A touch over-sweet, but it'll work in a pinch.
- Iced green tea with a couple squeezes of melon syrup: maybe the best idea of all.
Believe me, as a non-coffee-drinker who spends a lot of time with addicts, this is all going to save my life someday.
I got the table of contents page! (shush, please don't tell me if that's a bad thing!)
Feeling unreasonably giddy at the idea of being published in a real, live, you-pay-for-this magazine*. Even if the other envelope never arrives, I think my euphoria should last for awhile yet. To tell you the truth, I was offered some decent money a couple years back for several shots by the Washington State Tourism Board, but at the time fear of having my real name out there (and, after all, they have to cut a check to somebody) convinced me not to. ~ so glad I got over it, because it's really quite enjoyable!
On the other hand, hate, hate, hate, hate doing taxes. Seething hate. How do I get myself into this situation every year?
*This is the May 2008 issue of Popular Photography & Imaging.
Well, they turned on video support at flickr, which apparently means we've just plunged headlong into the end times; at least, that's the impression you'd get from the mass freakout that's ensued since. People who are afraid that it'll myspace-ize the community are spamming forums with banner gifs and (good grief) lolcats. Seriously? My irony robot just gave up and moved someplace warm, & without internet.
In other news, so very, very busy. Between getting ready for the big move and work and ignoring my taxes (eep), I've barely had time to breathe, much less write... and definitely not enough to watch the new Sense and Sensibility mini, which I've been looking forward to for, well, it seems forever! Been taking Promethea in ten-page increments, just slowly enough for the library to alert me that the next volume's arrived just when I need it, and after that I have Persepolis... Beg apologies for the fragmented update, but I'm awash in every luxury but time.
And my thoughts with you and yours, Romy. Godspeed.
Too many food & comix posts? To tell you honestly, I've been of a similar mind as well, but have been stalling... too scared to jump headfirst back into the ocean, in case I've lost whatever spark it was that had me searching for that thread to lead me back outside. So please bear with me, and think encouraging thoughts.
...meanwhile, for those who don't mind my trivialities, please feel free to beat me up over never having read Watchmen. What with it sitting on my bookshelf for more than ten years...
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