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I live in Los Angeles with my hilarious husband and only so-so funny cats, (Ellen) Ripley and Ash (Williams).


7 April 11

Fuck happy. The point of living isn’t to be in a perpetual state of fairy-tale ecstasy; it’s to find the meaning of life, the meaning of your life. And the point of marriage, I think, is to create meaning, with every happy and sad memory, every hardship overcome, every kind act, every moment of acceptance, every triumph (Al Gore will likely never get to have another wife watch him win a Nobel Prize), every child, grandchild, pet, and friend you accumulate ­together. The point of staying married until you die is to have a witness to your whole life, to the meaning you built. In the end, you can look at your spouse and say: Somebody knew me—and I knew them. Which isn’t to suggest you need to marry to have this kind of intimacy but if you do marry and stay alive to that marriage you will get that reward.

-Rachael Combe

7 December 10
This guy and his robot pals (made from special parts) are keeping me sane during law school finals.  Yep.  I’m in law school.  At 32.  And I love it.

This guy and his robot pals (made from special parts) are keeping me sane during law school finals.  Yep.  I’m in law school.  At 32.  And I love it.

14 August 10
I’m a whale shaaaaaark!  And I’m baaaaack!

I’m a whale shaaaaaark!  And I’m baaaaack!

Posted: 1:05 AM

Reblogged: lazymansload

11 February 10
27 January 10

In my current situation, where I am unemployed and am a bad and infrequent cook, I imagine that Manool might sing this song in his head more than once a day.

Posted: 1:53 PM

Matt knows someone, who I will refer to as Cool J, as a regular customer at his place of employ.  A thoroughly hilarious and generous woman, she has come to his Groundlings class show and given us tickets to her concert.  After a prolonged absence, Matt saw her in line last week, and they were glad to see each other.  (Do not mistake the quotations to mean that the conversation below is exactly what was said.  I have some artistic license.)

M: ‘So what have you been working on?’  Matt puts up the filter that his brain uses in order to understand her thick Kiwi accent.

Cool J: ‘Sparklers.  Tits everywhere.’

M: ‘Sparklers?’

Cool J: ‘No.  Sparklers.  You know, with gladiators.’

M: ‘Oooh.  Okay.’

Matt had to come home and look up her IMDB page.  Spartacus.  That’s what she’s been working on.  Tits everywhere.

23 January 10

"The Importance of Rabbits" by Thomas Keller

"From 1980 to 1983, I worked in the kitchen of a small restaurant near Catskill, New York, on a patch of the Hudson River Valley so remote it didn’t have an address.  The sixty-seat restaurant was owned by René and Paulette Macary (she remains its proprietor today).  La Rive, named thus because it sat on a wide running creek, was a fruitful training ground, and New York State had extraordinary livestock.  Beautiful veal came down from Utica.  I found a man who raised spectacular pigeons.  I began to ask these farmers for unusual items to experiment with, things like pigs’ ears, cockscombs, duck testicles.

One day, I asked my rabbit purveyor to show me how to kill, skin, and eviscerate a rabbit.  I had never done this, and I figured if I was going to cook rabbit, I should know it from its live state through the slaughtering, skinning and butchering, and then the cooking.  The guy showed up with twelve live rabbits.  He hit one over the head with a club, knocked it out, slit its throat, pinned it to a board, skinned it - the whole bit.  Then he left.

I don’t know what else I expected, but there I was out in the grass behind the restaurant, just me and eleven cute bunnies, all of which were on the menu that week and had to find their way into a braising pan.  I clutched at the first rabbit.  I had a hard time killing it.  It screamed.  Rabbits scream and this one screamed loudly.  Then it broke its leg trying to get away.  It was terrible.

The next ten rabbits didn’t scream and I was quick with the kill, but that first screaming rabbit not only gave me a lesson in butchering, it also taught me about waste.  Because killing those rabbits had been such an awful experience, I would not squander them.  I would use all my powers as chef to ensure that those rabbits were beautiful.  It’s very easy to go to a grocery store and buy meat, then accidentally overcook it and throw it away.  A cook sautéing a rabbit loin, working the line on a Saturday night, a million pans going, plates going out the door, who took that loin a little too far, doesn’t hesitate, just dumps it in the garbage and fires another. Would that cook, I wonder, have let his attention stray from that loin had he killed the rabbit himself?  No.  Should a cook squander anything ever?

It was a simple lesson.”

- Thomas Keller, from the French Laundry Cookbook, addressing cooks (restaurant and home) the world over, I think.

5 January 10

Keep watch, dear Lord, with those who work, or watch, or weep this night, and give your angels charge over those who sleep. Tend the sick, Lord Christ; give rest to the weary, bless the dying, soothe the suffering, pity the afflicted, shield the joyous; and all for your loves sake. Amen.

-Book of Common Prayer

I haven’t been religious in a long while.  I grew up as a United Methodist, and for the first thirteen years of my life, I really thought that someone was watching (over) me - waiting for me to sin.  I said prayers before bed, and asked for a LOT of forgiveness, and truth be told, I slept much more easily as one of those lambs.  In my early teen angst, I went through that thing that Christians sometimes go through: where they learn things, experience some life, experience some disappointments in their place of worship and realize that “wait, maybe my faith doesn’t make that much sense to me anymore.”  I turned my back on church, and moved forward through life as a new agnostic.

It’s been hard for me to admit to myself, but I think I’ve moved from agnostic right on through to atheist in nary a heartbeat.  But I no longer think that faith, specifically Christian faith, is a hypocrite’s cloak and dagger.  I know that there are quite a few Christians out there who wield their faith blindly and rather blithely, not really PRAISING so much as JUDGING.  But they reveal themselves early and often - those people who have selected some of the less pertinent passages of the Good Book to focus on, you know, in the Grand Scheme of things.  They give true Christians a bad name.

On the flip side of the coin - the side that my point is addressing - is that faith can do powerful things, for good.  Faith can heal a heart too broken by loss and suffering to see any logical way out of pain.  Faith can bring communities together, friends and family together, for a common good.  I don’t believe in the biblical God anymore, but I believe in his existence as part of the soul - the part that finds comfort in a simple prayer.

29 May 09

What the eff is ‘tumblarity?’  Like I need another thing to gauge how not cool I am?

Posted: 7:36 PM


natmelfrankmoby:chronicfail:liss:    via

This is how I feel most mornings.
Then I get out of bed…

I love sharks - I even love their pissy ‘tudes.



natmelfrankmoby:chronicfail:liss: via

This is how I feel most mornings.

Then I get out of bed…

I love sharks - I even love their pissy ‘tudes.

Reblogged: lazymansload

Posted: 12:33 AM

As much as I loved “The Incredibles” did anyone else get completely distracted by the relatively new trend of celebrity voicing of animated features?  Sarah Vowell, beloved, was still JUST recognizeable enough.  To me, it ruins half of the movie when you’re trying to figure out who the villain’s (Jason Lee’s) voice is.

I miss “The Little Mermaid” where the only thing you have to concentrate on is whether or not the chef is going to cook the Jamaican crab.  And do people blame Robin Williams’ casting in “Aladdin” or the “Shrek” phenomenon?

Am I the only one?

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh