You may want to duct tape your mouth shut before sitting down to read Lucky Me by Sachi Parker. You’ll still be able to laugh when you need to but you’ll be able to avoid any insects or raptors flying into your mouth when your jaw drops. And it will. A few times.
A brief disclaimer – I know Sachi. We are in the same theatre workshop and she read one of the roles in one of my plays. At the time I had no idea who her mother is. I pride myself on my ignorance of these things. Anyhoo… Read more »
Kibbie is a traditional Lebanese meat pie made with bulgur wheat and ground lamb. I’ve made it a grand total of once. It’s freakin’ delicious. But today, in my quest for a Super Bowl worthy dish in celebration of my brothers team, I will be Baltimoring it up. Bring on the Old Bay.
Here’s the recipe:
I have often wondered why it was necessary for me to wash off a pink yogurt lid, put it in an envelope and mail it into the good people at Yoplait. Why can’t they just go ahead and donate money to the breast cancer people and leave me out of it? Because that doesn’t sell yogurt, and that’s what Yoplait is in the business of doing.
The documentary Pink Ribbons, Inc. ripped the lids off my eyes when I watched it. Interviews with some seriously eloquent women interspersed with video from various breast cancer events and lots of pink graphics… Informative doesn’t describe it – the film blows the lid off the entire sha-bang. The roots of the breast cancer movement were sown by a single woman who made five ribbon cards. Then big business came along. Read more »
I’ve been seeing lots of posts on Facebook regarding Fox News and their coverage of “The War on Christmas.” To be honest, I’ve been skipping all those super-secret atheist meetings where we all get together and plot to overthrow the Christian majority. I’ve got my own issues with Christmas.
#1 – I hate the traffic caused by idiot people having to buy stupid shit for other idiot people.
#2 – I hate the lines and crowds in stores caused by idiot people having to buy stupid shit for other idiot people.
#3 – I hate–
That’s enough hate for one article. Read more »
When I heard these Halloween creme eggs existed I knew I’d have to write a recipe for them, I didn’t know they’d forever throw my blood sugar out of whack. I’m shaking as I type and shove sub-par red licorice vines in my mouth. I just ate this bizarre food-stuff that sprang from my brain and I’m left feeling as if I’m going through heroine withdrawals. Last night I finished the last of the Cadbury Screme Egg Chili – a delicious concoction that satisfied my taste buds, cleared my sinuses and sent me across the street to buy Air Heads for the first time in two years.
Watch the video here. Read more »
My pseudo-celebrity status earned me a VIP tour of the Scalzi Riverwalk Nature Preserve. Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking “What the heck is that?” Well, let me tell you, it’s one of the coolest things in Stamford!
Sue Sweeny, the Volunteer Head Steward and Master Gardener, gave me a two-hour tour of this little stretch of land alongside the Rippowam River in Scalzi Park. Two hours. Yes. And let me tell you, I was absolutely fascinated the entire time. We met on the footbridge next to the firehouse on Washington Boulevard. There were a few people there, enjoying the scenery. She informed me that barn swallows lived under the bridge. I wanted to make a joke about bridge swallows, but I didn’t want to make an ass out of myself right away, so I kept my mouth shut. Read more »
The 'Too Metal For Alive at Five' Tour, Fiddler's Green 8/18.
A satirical work of fiction…
SETTING – A local dive bar during the day.
AT RISE – Pink Missile is auditioning for some city officials. The song is finishing up “CONNECTICUT TO HOLLYWOOD, SO WHO WILL BE THERE?!?!?!?!”
DANNY
Thank you very much!
Awkward silence. The city officials whisper to each other. Read more »
