January 2011
14 posts
“When I first moved to L.A., that’s what I thought I was going to do. I was like, “I’m definitely one of the great voice-over artists.” Then I realized it’s a fucking clique, and it’s impossible to infiltrate unless you really pay your dues. It’s very serious.”
- Lake Bell (Vulture)
Oh, to be a fly on a wall at one of the gatherings of the voice-over clique! When you...
The worst frozen pizza in the world.
Last week after having a couple of drinks with friends, I spontaneously stopped by Whole Foods one the way home, where they have these (new, I think?) frozen whole grain mini-pizzas from a brand obnoxiously called “Living Right”. So I bought two boxes (that’s 8 pizzas.) When I got home, I read the back of the box and realized that they’re meant for small children, but,...
I laughed really hard at this
“We owe her this much. We are, if nothing else, gentlemen.”
- Gabe Delahaye reminding everyone on Videogum to see Country Strong this weekend.
“Thought you loved that Southern food revival that washed over NYC this past summer? Visit North Carolina for a taste of the real thing, real cheap…”
My (oldest and best) friend Amanda Miller wrote this week’s trip pick on Jauntsetter, about the Raleigh/Durham/Chapel Hill area, where she now lives and writes the food blog Victus Populi. If you know anyone headed there,...
fool me once...
Maybe I am reading too many novels that take place in Manhattan in the late ’90s, but I keep getting NINE ELEVEN ROLLED by them. Like, here’s me with the recently-published novel I’m reading now:
[Me in my head halfway through] “Oh, la de dah, now it’s 1999, oh, that was the year before I moved to New York, I wonder if things were in any noticeable way different...
Another Spontaneous Drinking Game: Paul Blart:...
Each person has to say “Paul Blart: Mall Cop” one more time fast than the person before them. Go around the room. It’s hard.
Previous (much more ‘intellectual’) Spontaneous Drinking Game: “O.J. Trial.”
What you can learn for your career from Penelope Trunk breaking a glass lamp over her head on purpose the other day.
There should be a kind of therapy where the therapist interviews twenty people you know (like a celeb profile in a magazine!) and then prepares a report on what your real issues are based on what comes up the most.
Or maybe there really, really, REALLY shouldn’t.
Watchjoemande:
I just saw this commercial on television. What is this? Is my brain damaged?
There are no words.
