Thanks to Adrienne for getting me tickets to tonight’s special screening of “Recount”.
Thanks to Sam for being my +1!
Managed to shove some appetizers in my mouth before the screening began, thank goodness. Two words: free shrimp.
Movie was hilarious, with some (perhaps unintentionally) music choices that made me and Sam think of “Law & Order”.
Celebs in the house! Bob Balaban, who played Ben Ginsberg, and Danny Strong, who wrote the movie, were at the screening. Bob had bleached hair and was wearing a hoodie. Danny looked sharp in a nice suit.
Waited for a bit after the movie to see if either I or Sam could screw up the courage and get our pictures taken with Danny. We didn’t, so we went for pancakes instead.
Mmm, pancakes.
Laura Dern was fantastic as Florida Secretary of State Katherine Harris. Simply fantastic.
Protests from all over Georgia (and the country, it seems) might not have been able to stop a Marietta, GA bar owner from selling t-shirts bearing a picture of Curious George above the legend “Obama in ‘08″, but maybe a big fat lawsuit from Houghton Mifflin Harcourt might. In this and other cases, sometimes the way to end the foolishness is to hit ‘em where it hurts: in the balls.
No, Jasmine, in the wallet:
Houghton Mifflin Harcourt is upset with Mike Norman, owner of a Marietta, Ga., bar, for selling the shirts which show Curious George peeling a banana with “Obama in ‘08″ printed beneath the image.
“Houghton Mifflin Harcourt did not nor would we ever authorize or approve this use of the Curious George character, which we find offensive and utterly out of keeping with the values Curious George represents,” said Richard Blake, the company’s spokesman. “We are monitoring the situation and weighing all of our options.”
Georgia bar’s t-shirt links Obama, Curious George [Trib]
Also: the Redditors are calling on folks to leave bad reviews on the bar’s Yelp! page. Also, perhaps more effectively (though a little more assertive), you can just call the bar owner and let him know how you feel.
I loved me some Amelie Gillette before — her writing for The Onion’s A.V. Club is top-notch — but I do adore her now. She and a friend braved the Penn Station Houlihan’s to try the chain’s “Sex and The City”-themed cocktails.
I know the idea of a SaTC cocktail might sound good to some of you, but from Houlihan’s? Okay, it appears that Skyy vodka, the official vodka of the movie, might be involved, but is that really enough to ensure a quality drink? From the sound of Amelie’s notes, not really:
So, how did they taste? Both drinks came pretty close to embodying their characters: The Samantha tasted like old cough syrup and vodka, so, you know, it was sassy–just like Samantha! The Carrie, for all that talk of mango, didn’t taste like the fruit at all. It was essentially bland, like watered-down, vaguely sweet baby food, so it wasn’t anything like the thing it was supposed to be–just like Carrie!
Top Chef’s Dale still has me mesmerized. Is it the bad attitude? The fact that he is even cuter when he is mad? Or the fact that he made halo-halo for a dessert challenge last week, doubtless sending oodles of non-Pinoys to Wikipedia to find out more about this tasty treat?
This is what I’m currently recapping for Recapist: Everybody Hates Chris, Aliens in America, The Hills, 30 Rock, and Step It Up & Dance. I’m not surprised that none of my friends ever ask for me for television recommendations.
Go Jasmine is on hiatus while I try to get motivated enough to write a comprehensive recap of my trip to Whistler for Maria & Clancy’s wedding. Which is a shame because Biz Markie was totally on my flight to YVR. The Biz!
It’s been 2 months since my last piece for Time Out Chicago. I should probably get to work on pitch letters.
I no longer wantonly surf the web like I used to as I read everything as a RSS feed in Google Reader. If your web site does not have a RSS feed, I’m not reading it.
I expect that someday soon Google will run my life for me. Which I’m kinda fine with, though when, if ever, will I ever fall off the Google grid?
I have serious spring-cleaning to do. I’ve bought some fabulous shoes in the last couple of months, and there are some shoes that just need to go.
What am I doing with my stimulus check? I may have to go into this at Jasmine Shops.
Sunday is Mother’s Day. Don’t forget to get your mother or mom-like figure something nice? My mom likes fancy soaps but she never uses them. She prefers to leave them in the wrapper and arrange them artfully on top of the toilet tank.
(It’s kinda like how Storm Shadow and Snake Eyes are both ninjas. You can immediately tell that Storm Shadow is a ninja because he looks like a ninja. But when you first take a gander at Snake Eyes, he can easily be mistaken for a welder. Or an S&M enthusiast. Or both. But in fact, Snake Eyes is indeed a ninja. A mute ninja armed with hand grenades. And a dog. But a ninja nonetheless.)
Though I don’t miss: the money wasted, hours of life lost, hacking fits, and smelling like smoke.
Kools and Newports were for black people and lower-class whites. Camels were for procrastinators, those who wrote bad poetry, and those who put off writing bad poetry. Merits were for sex addicts, Salems for alcoholics, and Mores for people who considered themselves to be outrageous but really weren’t. One should never lend money to a Marlboro-menthol smoker, though you could usually count on a regular-Marlboro person to pay you back. The eventual subclasses of milds, lights, and ultra-lights not only threw a wrench in the works but made it nearly impossible for anyone to keep your brand straight. All that, however, came later, along with warning labels and American Spirits.
Reflections: Letting Go by David Sedaris [The New Yorker]
