Wednesday, March 31, 2004
Uh oh: It would seem that some people around town now know me as "the fiesta lady." I know they mean it nicely, and I don't expect people to remember my name, but "the fiesta lady" makes me sound like I should be wearing a fruit basket on my head. A fruit basket!
Good news: Good Eats will soon be on at 7 pm every day instead of 11:30 pm. Since I get up for work at the crack of insanity (that comes before dawn), I have a hard time staying awake for my favorite show. So, I've seen the first five minutes of most of the episodes before falling asleep on the couch, inevitably waking up while the credits roll to stumble into bed. But now I can watch it every night! Early! And I'll be able to stay awake! This is indeed happy news. Big ups to Food Network for rearranging their programming schedule to better suit my life. (Holla at ya specialty cable network.)
Monday, March 29, 2004
My stupid addiction to stupid tv has reminded me that I used to have a total crush on Timmy from Road Rules. (What kind of grown man goes by "Timmy"? Who cares? He's cute.)
Sunday, March 28, 2004
Friday, March 26, 2004
Some friends from out of town came in for moral support, and it's really great to have them here. I'm exhausted, but everything seems okay. Now I need a massage, a warm blanket, and a few weeks off.
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
I don't know why I feel the need to apologize for this, but I'm sorry, I really like Pimp My Ride on MTV. My car is in pretty good shape, but now I kind of want to pick up a junked out Chevy Citation or some equally crappy car, just so Xzibit can come to my house, drive it away and return with a truly righteous whip painted shiny seafoam green, sitting on 19s, upholstered in charcoal ultrasuede, XM Radio in the dash, and with two LCD screens hanging from the roof so my backseat passengers can watch DVDs (in 5.1 surround sound, let's not forget). But no chrome on the wheels -- I'm a grown up for real.
Oh, and a big happy birthday to fellow RSHS victim Andrea, who by the time she reads this will probably be quite hung over. But if you can't feel hung over the day after your birthday, then I don't know when you can.
Monday, March 22, 2004
Thursday, March 18, 2004
In other news, I once heard someone say something like you haven't really arrived until you've gotten your first bad review. Well, I got mine today! The reviewers for the festival I'm in, however, managed to say something negative about every piece showing. So we've either all arrived, or the show really is crap. Either way, I guess I'll take the publicity.
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Monday, March 15, 2004
After we gorged ourselves on fried cappicola and cheese sandwiches (with all that other stuff on top, remember), we decided that we needed to get some exercise, because my friend and I don't usually eat fried cappicola sandwiches, and they were kind of weighing us down. So we wandered around our labyrinth of a hotel until we found the pool and the hot tub. We did a few laps and then decided that swimming with a stomach full of fried cappicola was maybe not such a good idea. So we sat in the hot tub until we felt ready to pass out, found our way back to the room, and slept for a long long time.
Sunday, March 14, 2004
Tuesday, March 9, 2004
Monday, March 8, 2004
I also got a nice little set of Tupperware, of all things, in the mail from my favorite college pal. She's been having Tupperware parties, and I made fun of her for having Tupperware parties, and then she sent me some Tupperware. Usually I don't get presents when I make fun of people. But it's actually really nice Tupperware! For some reason, I remember Tupperware as nasty warped plastic with tomato sauce stains, so I never wanted to spend money on any. But they must have updated everything, because this is really solid, and I'll bet if you put some macaroni in one and pop it in the microwave, the tomato sauce wouldn't stain the container. Hell, maybe I'll have a Tupperware party one of these days. I wouldn't count on it, but you never know.
Sunday, March 7, 2004
Now: I never thought sloe gin fizzes were a complicated drink. It's basically sloe gin, soda water, and some lemony stuff. So we were waiting for our drinks, and I looked over at the bar area of the restaurant, and I got an uneasy feeling when I saw the waiter open up a bartending guide (!) and then ask two of the other waiters something. After he studied the book for a few minutes and examined every bottle on the bar, he grabbed a bottle of Tanqueray. As you know, regular gin is not the same as sloe gin, and regular gin mixed with soda water and lemony stuff isn't nearly as glamorous. I didn't want to walk over and stop him from pouring out some Tanqueray, because I actually wasn't sure that it was my drink he was mixing. But, sure enough, it was. And you know, it wasn't bad with regular gin, but it sure as hell wasn't what I wanted.
In other news, our man Alton Brown (currently atop the amyscoop.com list of favorite persons) was rushed to the hospital earlier this week from the set of Iron Chef America: Battle of the Masters with a nasty arrhythmia. We here at amyscoop.com were very saddened by this news and are glad that Mr. Brown is now okay.
Saturday, March 6, 2004
I forgot to mention the other day that The Postal Service is on Sub Pop records. Sub Pop! Remember when that was cool? Now it's probably so uncool that it's kind of cool again in an indierock sort of way. Or maybe it's still uncool and their album is good anyway. See, these kinds of things confuse me.
Thursday, March 4, 2004
Tuesday, March 2, 2004
After I dropped off my car, I walked back to work and realized that I had two things on my back seat. Not important things, but things nonetheless. They were a roll of black duct tape and a lavender feather boa. The reasons I had these things in the back seat of my car were innocent: the tape, which is actually gaffer's tape, was for taping down cables for a presentation I had on Friday night, and the boa was from the same presentation; all of the women there got one. Still, I tried to imagine the laughs that the guys in the auto shop must have had from seeing these two items in the back of a young female's car.
Monday, March 1, 2004
I also saw The Passion of the Christ, and it was fucking disgusting. For the life of me, I can't understand why this level of violence was necessary. I was completely horrified, and about halfway through I really thought I was going to puke up my dinner. I walked out of the theatre to find the bathroom, and everything went kind of dark and liquid, like suddenly the floor and popcorn counter and stuffed animal cranes were under a giant lake. I sat down on the nasty carpeting to keep myself from passing out, and collected myself for fifteen minutes before I went back in and kept my head lowered for the rest of the movie.
I usually don't mind the typical Hollywood violent movies (see anything directed by Tarrantino), but the violence in this movie was just so obscene and excessive and gratuitous that I couldn't stomach it. There was almost nothing in the way of narrative or background story either -- boiled down, it's a guy getting the very life flogged out of him for over two hours. And the more I think about it, what really bothers me about the movie is that the people who cry out against violence in movies and television and who clamor for more family-oriented entertainment are the same people who are embracing The Passion of the Christ, violence and all. I'm not Christian, so I can't directly relate to the religious aspect, but I do know that I wouldn't want to watch a movie about the Holocaust that was all slaughter and no story.
My recommendation is that you not see this movie and for the love of all things you think are holy, do not take kids to see it. I don't think I'm emotionally mature enough to handle it -- I can only imagine the years of therapy that the nine-year-olds in the theatre with us will need as a result of seeing this kind of brutality. No, I didn't really get any of the anti-Semitism feelings that the media has been hyping, but I do think that if you tend to have a bad reaction to seeing realistic pain and violence (which is, in my opinion healthy), that you'll maybe want to go see something else.
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