Thursday, May 8, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Friday, May 2, 2008
Brush With Brush With Greatness
The Pop Eye's own Joe Pantoliano was in town for Ebertfest last week. They were showing Canvas, and Joey Pants showed up at the mental health center where my wife works to have lunch with the staff and clients.
He stayed in town for the weekend to do a panel discussion, sign copies of the DVD, and whatnot. He sounds like a very cool guy. He's started an anti-stigma organization and on the spur of the moment decided to sponsor the panel discussion. I wasn't able to make it, but my wife said he was really funny. Also, he apparently has no social filter. He started off the panel discussion by asking the sign language interpreter to show him the signs for bad words.
I'm sorry. I guess this wasn't going anywhere after all.
...except, hey, adoptee spotting!
He stayed in town for the weekend to do a panel discussion, sign copies of the DVD, and whatnot. He sounds like a very cool guy. He's started an anti-stigma organization and on the spur of the moment decided to sponsor the panel discussion. I wasn't able to make it, but my wife said he was really funny. Also, he apparently has no social filter. He started off the panel discussion by asking the sign language interpreter to show him the signs for bad words.
I'm sorry. I guess this wasn't going anywhere after all.
...except, hey, adoptee spotting!
Friday, April 25, 2008
Maddeningly Inconsistent
A curious thing happened yesterday. I ordered a polish sausage at Zoe's soccer game, and there was no fish or chorizo in the bun.
Ignorant rubes.
Ignorant rubes.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
A Top Chef Recap In Which The Author Gets Grumpy About Beer
I know, no real Top Chef recap this week. I'm boycotting because they didn't take the beer pairing seriously ...or I got distracted. Hey, look! A squirrel!
Maybe they got all of this stuff right in the first couple of minutes that I missed, but really:
- Would they have a wine pairing and not bother to tell what wine they paired with each food during the judging? Isn't that sort of critical information to determine how well the chefs did? Half the time they didn't even get the beer in the shot of the food, and they only mentioned the beer once or twice.
- Michelob Ultra? What's with the macrobrew? Would they use Mad Dog or Boone's Farm in a wine pairing? They might as well serve up Rhinelander or Pabst Blue Ribbon.
- What happened to the emphasis on seasonal, local ingredients? Where were all of the great microbreweries in and around Chicago? Even if they went with small regional breweries they had some great options. Just off the top of my head, Sprecher, Three Floyds, and Chicago's own Goose Island are all obvious choices just a hop, skip, and a jump from the studio. Go a little farther and you can add other great regionals like New Glarus, Bell's, and New Holland. If I can get them in Urbana, they can get them in Chicago.
- Most of the contestants obviously didn't know shit about beer. "When I think of beer, I think fried food," is on a par with "When I think of wine, I think overpriced, pretentious French crap." Thank you, Dr. Food Science.
- I'm not sure that judge had a poker face, I think she might have been a smidge overmedicated. I'm from the Midwest. I get the whole quiet, subdued, low-affect thing, but if I spent more than a few minutes with her, I'd be looking for the lobotomy scar. If she is at all qualified to judge a beer and food pairing, how did she not tear that "fried food" douche a new one?
In case you missed it, Beastie Fauxhawk won the Quickfire for Skater Zoi. Awwww.
Then they went to Soldier Field, which they carefully shot to avoid showing the enormous glass and steel Daleyflush 2000 toilet bowl they built on top of it. I am so glad the Fire don't play in that ridiculous eyesore any more.
DAAle won, and they gave him a shirt. I'm sure that makes up for the trip to Italy he missed last week.
Oh, and double dipping is all cool again. Spit is the new cilantro.
Maybe they got all of this stuff right in the first couple of minutes that I missed, but really:
- Would they have a wine pairing and not bother to tell what wine they paired with each food during the judging? Isn't that sort of critical information to determine how well the chefs did? Half the time they didn't even get the beer in the shot of the food, and they only mentioned the beer once or twice.
- Michelob Ultra? What's with the macrobrew? Would they use Mad Dog or Boone's Farm in a wine pairing? They might as well serve up Rhinelander or Pabst Blue Ribbon.
- What happened to the emphasis on seasonal, local ingredients? Where were all of the great microbreweries in and around Chicago? Even if they went with small regional breweries they had some great options. Just off the top of my head, Sprecher, Three Floyds, and Chicago's own Goose Island are all obvious choices just a hop, skip, and a jump from the studio. Go a little farther and you can add other great regionals like New Glarus, Bell's, and New Holland. If I can get them in Urbana, they can get them in Chicago.
- Most of the contestants obviously didn't know shit about beer. "When I think of beer, I think fried food," is on a par with "When I think of wine, I think overpriced, pretentious French crap." Thank you, Dr. Food Science.
- I'm not sure that judge had a poker face, I think she might have been a smidge overmedicated. I'm from the Midwest. I get the whole quiet, subdued, low-affect thing, but if I spent more than a few minutes with her, I'd be looking for the lobotomy scar. If she is at all qualified to judge a beer and food pairing, how did she not tear that "fried food" douche a new one?
In case you missed it, Beastie Fauxhawk won the Quickfire for Skater Zoi. Awwww.
Then they went to Soldier Field, which they carefully shot to avoid showing the enormous glass and steel Daleyflush 2000 toilet bowl they built on top of it. I am so glad the Fire don't play in that ridiculous eyesore any more.
DAAle won, and they gave him a shirt. I'm sure that makes up for the trip to Italy he missed last week.
Oh, and double dipping is all cool again. Spit is the new cilantro.
The Girl Gets Paid
Hey! My adoptee Corinne has a new commercial selling choose-a-size paper towels. (They come in half sized sheets so that you can tear off your choice of "not nearly enough", "actual paper towel size", or "well, this is just too damned big".) She actually gets to form complete sentences in this one, so it's a step up from the pizza rolls.
Also, Apple started running her Mac commercial again. Hooray for women in power suits. Rowr!
Also, Apple started running her Mac commercial again. Hooray for women in power suits. Rowr!
Friday, April 18, 2008
Well That Was Weird
You don't expect to be wakened at 4:30 by an earthquake in the middle of Illinois.
It shook the house, woke everyone up, rattled closet doors, and knocked a few things off shelves. Not really such a big deal except, hello, Illinois?
Update: 10:15ish There was another one. It was strong enough to shake my monitor a little, but I probably wouldn't have noticed it if someone else hadn't commented on it. Apparently there were three little ones in between.
You know, I've heard for ages that we're due for the New Madrid Fault to kick loose again. Back in the early 1800s, there was a biggie that shifted the course of the Mississippi.
It shook the house, woke everyone up, rattled closet doors, and knocked a few things off shelves. Not really such a big deal except, hello, Illinois?
Update: 10:15ish There was another one. It was strong enough to shake my monitor a little, but I probably wouldn't have noticed it if someone else hadn't commented on it. Apparently there were three little ones in between.
You know, I've heard for ages that we're due for the New Madrid Fault to kick loose again. Back in the early 1800s, there was a biggie that shifted the course of the Mississippi.
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