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Celebrity Idiots -- The Jamie Fox and Hulk Hogan Edition
Lucky with your wife? How about lucky with your knife? Nothing has to stop you from picking one up ;) I did mean chopped veggies, but rustic, peasant-style chop versus fine chef-ly chop. Sounds like you enjoy the latter! I'll have to look up pelmeni.— April 23, 2009 5:11 p.m.
A Cop and Contestant in a Pagaent
And I'm gonna recommend it one more time, for good measure. Grab the girlfriend and fire up the tube. I know, I know--same situation, and I finally caved in and watched. BTW, it's a spoof on sitcoms and esp. soaps. You won't be sorry! Two words: Will Arnette. 'Nuff said. I don't have a problem with the question, and think it needs asking more often, though I find Perez Hilton to be as creepy as they come. Certainly her answer came back to bite him in the butt. I'm sure at that moment a lot of woo hoos and right ons were uttered, wife-beater-clad backs and Budweisers pounded, and flags kicked up a notch that evening in the good old US of A.— April 23, 2009 4:48 p.m.
What have you done that most people haven't?
Excellent reply, Mindy! I would have asked if you weren't sure it was a Michael Jackson impersonator, but you say this was pre-adulthood and surgical madness. I'm sure he would have invited you home to read a few Jehovah's witness pamphlets and pet Giggles, or whatever he called that monkey he used to have. Josh, it is never too late! Follow your Elvis bliss! We'll show up for your concerts! Your first gig: a reprise of the Viva Viagra spot with Elvis! Picture a 70s lounge staged with a white tiger rug, a fancy spread of peanut butter & banana deep fried hors d'oeuvres and fruity cocktails by a raging fireplace. Maybe not to be too obvious with the "lift," you could be wielding a big shiny chrome mic.— April 23, 2009 4:34 p.m.
Cold Clues, Hot Shaves
My cousin Rob Bedard used to have a guitar shop on Park Blvd in the early 90s. On Tuesday nights out, he'd have free concerts and snacks. I remember the Downs Family, guitarist Art Johnson, with whom I took a mythology class at City, Diego Corriente and all the other flamenco guitarists. Fun times. Did you ever interview him, Josh?— April 23, 2009 2:11 p.m.
What's your favorite type of drink?
I had to vote for fine wine. Lallaw, think you're onto something. Raspberry mojitos at JRDN did not change our lives, but they did encourage us to take out our sock puppet, "Steve McQueen" and photograph him against the psychedelic wavy wall. Fun place. Naomi Wise mentioned Pisco Sours recently. Anyone found a good place for these? Angostura bitters are hard to find...Bevmo doesn't even carry them.— April 23, 2009 1:46 p.m.
Electric Cigarettes, Cyrus, Homeless, Chinese...Something offensive for everyone!
Thanks for acknowledging the funny, although I think your lines on how to distract the line gawker to the mag rack is even funnier. Did you see Brizzolara's column on people's reactions to interview questions about their purchases? Ah yes, pot and stale beer. Or fine cannabis and a glass of pricey zin. Whatever. To me, a few smells of good times and good health ;) And I love those old middle of nowhere road restaurants, where you used to be able to smoke sitting in a big old plastic red booth, waiting for the waitress to bring you an impossibly huge omelette.— April 23, 2009 1:21 p.m.
Celebrity Idiots -- The Jamie Fox and Hulk Hogan Edition
Sorry, Josh, to turn this into a food thread temporarily but... Well, Ovod, you would like Russian dressing then, as it contains all of the food groups you mention: catsup or tomato sauce, mayonnaise, mustard--and can include horseradish, too! Mmm. My Mennonite grandmother used to make a lot of Russian-influenced foods, which are now essential to the articulation of Mennonite culture. The odyssey is well-documented; they had to flee Frieseland and then Netherlands for religious persecution, so ended up colonizing Siberian steppes for about 100 years, before removing to Canada. Of course, they claim they did not intermix with Russians, ha! Right! Whatever really happened, we got some excellent, darker yeasty breads out of the deal, as well as cabbage dishes. 'Holopchi' (rice, tomato cabbage rolls--I make vegetarian, without beef) eaten with lots of good strong vinegar, and the best dumplings, and borscht--as lallaw mentioned. Ovod, do you eat a rustic-style borscht, with all of the veggies intact, or a smooth velvety one? In New York, I lived for a while a couple of subway stops from Brighton Beach, a large Russian enclave. All I can say is, pierogi!!!! Anyway, I was surprised that they made what I thought was only Russian-Jewish style borscht, smooth and red with a dollop of sour cream and sprig of fresh dill. (DZ Akins has a fair version of this). Oh man, I know what I'm making for dinner tonight. Honey, bring home the beets ;)— April 23, 2009 12:49 p.m.
Junk Talk
Nope, but that too is an acceptable "birth of civilization" scenario, Joe. Like the little curl at the end of his beard.— April 23, 2009 12:29 p.m.
A Cop and Contestant in a Pagaent
Oh yeah, Molly Ringwald--wearing a nice dress, not sweats. Also in West Village, walking off a solely residential street. She looked almost surly, with that usual celeb air of self-importance, and her hair was abso-f'ing-lutely flaming red. Heard later she was working in an off-B'way play. I'm sure many of us saw John Lithgow here in SD when he was doing Dirty Rotten Scoundrels at the Globe. Was on my way to Mercy, at the light at the end of Fifth. Of course, he had to be wearing sweatpants!— April 23, 2009 12:16 p.m.
A Cop and Contestant in a Pagaent
I can't either! It felt like a little death once we'd gotten through all of the seasons, and I agree, though Seinfeld was great, Curb is the raw stuff--makes Seinfeld more like 'Larry Lite.' Another great quirky show is Arrested Development. I think I almost gave myself a hernia watching discs of that show's run, and it SUCKS they were canceled. If you haven't already, it is really worth a try at Blockbuster. Well, since you *asked,* anyone living or working in Manhattan is bound to see celebs. My very first day living in NYC I was housesitting on the upper West side, and it happens that Jerry Seinfeld was my next door neighbor! I wake up in the morning, walk to the local deli, and there he was, sitting on the patio sipping a latte. I figured every single day would bring a sighting after that! It didn't, but I did learn that celebs like to wear sweats. I was coming out of a natural foods market on University in Greenwich, and walked past Susan Sarandon going in, wearing a black ballcap, black sweats, and giant sunglasses. Then, Philip Seymour Hoffmann outside one of the Starbucks at Union Square--that was a treat, though he was also wearing sweats, ugly grey ones, and his hair was really messed up. I'm thinking he might have been deep in the "Method" for some film. What was he working on in say, 2004? So here's the Lou Reed I mentioned: This one is the funniest, actually. I was coming up the subway stairs at 4th street, and bam, smack into this guy. We didn't say anything--maybe he did--I was really locked my head, stimulus-overloaded, because I was on my way to do a big presentation in a class, and had just had my eyebrow pierced with a gold ring on the way to kill some of the nervousness. (The only time I ever did that, btw, but it did help!) The guy and I just stared at one another for a moment, no anger or annoyance, just "duh." Then, as I walked away, the refrain "Well, I love you Suzanne" started looping insistently in my head. That's when I realized it was Lou Reed.— April 23, 2009 12:10 p.m.