I always get Paul F Tompkins and Bob Odenkirk mixed up in my head, so i’ll take this opportunity to recommend the Dead Authors Podcast. So good, you guys.
Well, of course nothing else could compete. Perfect meal.
Yeah, it’s “orphan” thanksgiving. And I just meant “less historical racism that people always bring up despite the fact it’s totally possible to have a non-racist thanksgiving and those people are just killjoys,” but it was too long.
I am making Turkey with HOMEMADE cranberry (don’t knock it til you’ve tried it, FT) and gravy, stuffing, mashed potatoes, my famous brussels sprouts, homemade buns, beets and carrots, pumpkin pie, and friends are bringing salad and brown sugar yams.
Are they leather? They’ll stretch!
Make a bourbon caesar! So delicious, and much better than a regular vodka caesar.
Don’t leave us hanging! What did you have for lunch?
Oh jeez, that’s the worst. If you can clean them off (a little bit of oxyclean on a damp cloth) you might be able to make them nice enough for Goodwill, or kijiji?
I thought you were going to say “I’ve only pumped twice. So my boobs exploded all over my desk. Milk everywhere.”
Look who’s back!
My day has been pretty good, (if you don’t count the part where I went to the Chinese visa office with the wrong paperwork and have to go back tomorrow).
Guys, I am getting SO EXCITED for Thanksgiving (Canadian Thanksgiving, the less-racist one). I am hosting for the first time, and I have already deep-cleaned my apartment, and done some of the shopping. I made the cranberry sauce yesterday! Thanksgiving is my absolute number one favourite holiday ever of all time no exceptions, and I also love to cook. I am more excited than you can possibly imagine. I made a spreadsheet of all the dishes and ingredients, and when to cook what. It’s incredibly nerdy! And I am going to BRINE THE TURKEY.
What’s your favourite Thanksgiving food?
So are Bradley Cooper and Jennifer Lawrence BFFs who send each other every script they ever get, with “I’ll do it if you do it” written in the margins?
I like a man who delivers on his promises. Even when his promises are unspeakably horrific.
Wow, Mark Wahlberg must have been feeling pretty low that he went to some no-name bar instead of Wahlburgers when he was feeling down.
One day, our children will see a Gabe Delahaye retrospective on hover-tv, and we’ll say “I was there when it was just us, the internet, and Topher Grace.” And they will laugh and roll their eyes, but we’ll remember what it was like, at the beginning, on videogum dot com.
I think you misunderstand why I’m laughing.
What I don’t get was: What was her plan? Had her jump been successful, she would have landed either tires-down in the water (painful and terrible for the bike), or tires-down in the grass on the hill above the water (flipped the bike, landed on her un-helmeted head at the bottom of the hill, possibly died).
I really think this was the best-case scenario for her after all.
To be fair with the Mexican thing, you ARE a taco.
I think it’s sitting on a potato. You know, how bees do.
Alberta releases a baby names list every year, and in 2011 there was a baby girl named Tuba.
Note to anyone invited to Jennifer Aniston and Justin Theroux’s house: don’t sit down.
I don’t understand how that was hard for you guys to figure out. Admittedly, I assumed “Shepherd’s Pie” instead of “Bread Pudding,” but the individual-casserole-dish-on-a-plate situation seemed pretty clear to me.
I didn’t mean to make fun of you, That One! I would have been freaked out too, and part of that freakiness would have been because I would have immediately thought “ghost children.”
Tiramisu is the best. Now I want tiramisu.
Distracted by turning into ghosts.
Since my life is also very boring, I would find it easier to do sketches. You can treat it like homework, and rather than trying to turn yourself into one of those people who carries around a sketchbook so they can capture the world whenever inspiration strikes (in my mind, these people also smoke clove cigarettes), you can just set aside 30 minutes every day. Sit down, put something on the table, and draw it. Or draw the same seven things, over and over again, one for each day of the week. Then you can try a different style each week, or just try to capture it more accurately each time and see how your progress goes.
Or get a timer and do speed-drawing! Combine it with going for bike rides – sketch a tree!, or draw your lunch before you eat it.
On the other hand, super-fun wedding, I’ll definitely be using some of the ideas from that dream in my (hopefully more successful) future real wedding. I had great purple shoes and a cute white mini-dress and it was under the apple trees at my parents’ house.