I know there’s no chance that Marcel reads my blog, and I know that there’s no chance he’s winning tonight (based on comments by Gail Simmons and the magazine leak), but I’d just like to say: Marcel, I am rooting for you. You can do no wrong in my eyes, particularly after I saw all that everyone else did to you. And, seriously, you make the better food.
Okay, I’ve said what I needed to say. May the best man win. (Not Ilan.)
Update: I know who wins, but don’t want to spoil it for anyone who hasn’t seen it yet. Can’t promise that someone won’t give it away in the comment section, though. If you want to ruin it for yourself, click here. Also, here’s Slashfood’s review of the final episode.
I got tagged by Pat to write a list of six things that are weird about me. Here are my six things:
1. No matter how clean you tell me your bare feet are they are DIRTY. Keep them away from me, or I might throw up on them and then you’ll definitely agree that they are DIRTY.
2. If a complete stranger annoys me in any way I will mumble (quietly, obviously) about them in their presence. I’ll even call them names. Yesterday I called a woman the c word* in the bathroom for not waiting until I had completely left the stall before she charged me to get into it AND for coughing on me (without covering her fucking mouth) while she charged by. She didn’t hear me. I later went back into that bathroom when it was empty and I said the c word quite loudly “at” her. Deserved, à mon avis.
3. I would rather talk to animals than people.
4. I am a moral sociopath. This means that I do consider morals when weighing my decision to keep people at a safe distance or to get what I want. For example: I will offer you the smaller piece of cake rather than eating both pieces myself; I won’t take your phone calls but I’ll email you a reply that makes it clear you shouldn’t bother calling me.
5. I love Amy Sedaris and consider her a personal role model.
6. Whenever I am out in public alone I am constantly thinking through strategies for fending off attackers. I am secretly looking forward to the day when I am attacked just so that I can practice some of these strategies, because I am a moral sociopath so I can’t just attack people unprovoked! Hay and I agree that we wouldn’t want to meet me in a dark alley.
I’m tagging everyone and no one. Enjoy delving into your weird side. Let me know if you do this because I want to know all the weird things about you. (Yes, I’m talking to you.)
*Censored for P’nut, who doesn’t care for that word.
If I didn’t feel green from all the vegetables I’ve eaten this week I’m certainly feeling green after eating 3.5 servings of Andy Capp’s Hot Fries, so I will be in the bathroom while you read these stories and/or watch these videos:
I never thought I’d say this, ever ever ever, but Harry is hot.
Image borrowed from Perez who borrowed it from ??? Minus, of course, the gd cum Perez always sticks all over everyone’s faces. I’ll find a better picture later. I found a photo directly from the EQUUS site.
Forest Whitaker stars in an Oscar-nominated and Golden Globe-winning role as brutal Ugandan dictator Idi Amin in this drama. During an African medical mission in the 1970s, Scottish doctor Nicholas Garrigan (James McAvoy) impresses Amin by acting swiftly in a crisis. Installed as the dictator’s personal physician soon thereafter, Garrigan enjoys the perks of his new position, until he begins to become aware of Amin’s inhumanity — and his own complicity. (Netflix)
I love Forest Whitaker. He has played some pretty interesting characters so far, including my all-time favorites of Jody in The Crying Game and Ghost Dog in Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai, but that is nothing compared to his portrayal of Idi Amin Dada.
On this exact day 30 years ago my very bestest friend in the whole wide world (the universe, even!) was born. Words I use to describe this friend: gorgeous, considerate, intelligent, witty, hilarious, serious, generous, kind, sweet, salty, ingenius, brave, loving, trustworthy, accepting, hot mama.
(Okay, so that last one was two words. Couldn’t resist.
Blogger forced me to upgrade. I reset Safari to correct a problem, and when I logged back into Blogger it forced me to the migration page and wouldn’t let me proceed without upgrading to new sk00l blogger. Curses. Everything seems to be here, I think. I guess I’ll see tomorrow when I take a better look. Going to bed so I can post a very important announcement bright and early tomorrow.
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