Anything and Everything

First of all, Celebrity Circus? Seriously? Hosted by none other than JOEY FATONE. And uh, Antonio Sabato Jr. sporting an ungodly amount of eyeliner. Which begs the question: what, exactly, is Antonio Sabato Jr. a celebrity FOR, exactly, other than random reality shows?

(Ironic update: He’s just appeared before me on a TiVo’d episode of Charmed. SO NEVER MIND. He’s totally relevant, because Charmed is awesome. Except that the costume people were going through a phase in season two where they dressed the girls with some kind of THING in the middle of their forehead. Like those wedding things that dip between your yes? A headband, but not? Uh, am I making any sense here? Anyone? Anyone? They also seem to have a penchant for random braids like you get on trips to the Bahamas for $30 a braid. Very bad.)

Incidentally, the Zicam has done nothing. I feel worse today than I did yesterday (GREEN SNOT ABOUNDS, DAMMIT) and getting approximately 11 minutes of sleep two nights ago did nothing to aid the situation. For reasons unknown, our little dog decided that her bed (or, you know, crate, where she’s slept happily for TWO YEARS) just wasn’t cutting it anymore, and she WAILED and CRIED and WOE IS ME around 2 a.m. While normally, I’d think she has to poop, I took her out five times and … she didn’t. Well, she eventually did a PITY POOP to please me, but other than that, nothing. And the crying ensued to the break of dawn, at which point, she proceeded to PASS OUT on the bed. Just in time for us to get up for work. Thanks, Sunny!

Also, this green invasion is why I’m not visiting my friend Erica this weekend, which … well, it sucks. I can’t decide if I’m being rude or polite in begging off due to the green snot, it’s just that she has a six month old daughter who’s starting a new daycare on Monday and I … well, I just imagined either a) not being able to hold her (OH HELL NO) or b) holding her while Erica and Josh eyed me suspiciously, wondering if, at that very moment, I was infecting their daughter with the Green Slime, and were looking down the barrel of a full week of unpaid vacation days followed by sleepless nights with the bulb syringe thanks to yours truly. And given that I’m hacking and coughing and blowing my nose to the point that I’m grossing Adam out (“Jesus Christ, GO TO THE BATHROOM!”) I think I made the right decision. (OR DID I?)

Also, two things of note, pop culture-wise:

1) I have come to the sad realization that I like the IDEA of Margaret Atwood better than Atwood herself. I’ve truly loved roughly half of her books — at least the one’s I’ve read, anyway — and the ones I haven’t loved have left me wanting so much MORE, because my God, it’s MARGARET ATWOOD, what the fuck is WRONG with me? That being said, The Robber Bride was decent (it took me forever to read it, as I’ve been busy out the hoo ha), but there were things about it that actively irked me. And, for a feminist writer, I think Atwood is capable of writing stronger female leads than she sometimes chooses to — many of them are downright FLIMSY.

And not that anyone asked, but The Blind Assassin is my favorite novel of hers , while Elaine Risely (Cat’s Eye) is my favorite character, if only because I believe she’s a mirror of Atwood herself.

Are you all asleep yet? No? Let’s move to television!

2) This was, perhaps, the most pathetically anticlimactic season of Top Chef ever. In fact, if I’m honest, I’m ACTIVELY pissed off about it. Finale, shminale. I really didn’t care, although I sure as shit didn’t want Lisa to win, and while yes, in theory, I was rooting for Stephanie from day one, I also quickly fell in love with Richard, like everyone else in the world. The day he cried and said he wanted to make “lots of little Blaises” I DIED.

Other than that … meh. The challenges sucked, there was zero — ZERO — drama, and there wasn’t an interesting character in the bunch. Where was Dale (gay non-Asian Dale, that is)? Casey? Sexy Sam Talbot? Harold? Tiffani? Meh, the whole cast left me cold. And now it’s over. And I might not even watch the reunion show, THAT’S HOW LITTLE I CARE.

Ooh ooh – one last point: While visiting Lawyerish last weekend, she made this carbonara pizza. And ZOMFG THIS PIZZA. It’s a Rachael Ray recipe, apparently (Run! She’s a terrorist!), and involves ricotta cheese (!), parmesan cheese (!!) egg yolks (!!!), pancetta (!!!!) and a thick layer of provolone cheese (!!!!!) and OH MY HELL. It’s like heaven on a pizza. As she put it, it’s like eating CAKE, but it’s PIZZA. Also, it is not Weight Watchers friendly. I mean, just a heads up. And I think the recipe is here.

Make it this weekend for a loved one near you. I mean, a loved one who doesn’t have a heart condition or a cholesterol problem, that is.

Happy happy weekend weekend!

*The Posies

25 comments June 12th, 2008