Here’s a link to a must-see video from this year’s Venice Biennale featuring a work by the awesome artist (and good person) Mike Bouchet and his attempt to float a bit of Americana through the Old World. I can’t embed it and it’s only 2 minutes long, so give it a watch until the end because it’s really great and funny too. And a bit sad. And maybe completely (intentionally?) symbolic of the actual real estate market right now.
Adam and I were grocery shopping at Shaw’s this week and I was like, “Hey, we need paper towels,” and he was like, “How about these?” and I was like, “Awesome.”
Elizabeth Taylor was hospitalized for an undisclosed reason but was expected to return home soon, representatives for the Oscar-winning actress said Thursday.
A statement released by Dick Guttman, her Los Angeles-based publicist, did not say where Taylor was staying, nor did it specify what was ailing the 76-year-old actress.
“Ms. Taylor is fine,” the statement read. “Her hospital visit was precautionary. She will be returning home shortly. At present, she is surrounded by family, friends and fabulous jewels.”
My publicist has strict instructions to answer any concerns about my health in exactly the same way.
Hot Stuff #1: Mommy’s Time Out white wine at Roger’s Liquor Store, 595 Prospect Avenue, Hartford, $9.99
I ventured back to Roger’s Liquor Store on Prospect and Farmington Avenues last night. I kind of hate going there because NO ONE is friendly or even says “hello” when you walk in and they make you feel like an idiot for saying it in the first place to them.
Anyway, “Mommy’s Time Out” Pinot Grigio for $9.99 was worth the trip. Love the illustration on the label:
Hot Stuff #2: Champagne fountain at CVS, 1044 Boulevard Avenue, West Hartford, $11.00 (see below)
I had been eyeing this plastic, multi-tiered beverage fountain in the “weird appliance” section of CVS for weeks, but couldn’t bring myself to buy it because it was $19.99.
Yesterday, it had a sticker on the shelf next to it marked $9.99, so I triumphantly took it to the cashier who promptly informed me that the sticker was misplaced. It was still $19.99.
I whined. I pleaded. I asked her about her employee discount.
In the end, I bought other necessities like coffee, snore gargle and cigarettes and the cashier told me that my receipt coupon had $9.50 CVS bucks on it which meant I got the fountain, after all of that, for $11.00. I think I got the big CVS bonus because I always donate $1 to ALS every time CVS asks me to do it. You should too.
Of course, I didn’t buy any liquor that could actually go through the fountain, but at some point in the night, Billy and Sam thought it would be funny to dump a bottle of red wine into it. It was funny, but I had bad flashbacks to The Golden Voyage of Sinbad when the fountain water turns into blood. That killed me when I was a kid.
And, yes, everyone takes off clothing when they party at my house.
Joss Whedon and his brothers made a 36-minute sci-fi musical during the writer’s strike called Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog, starring Neil Patrick Harris in the title role. It’s coming soon (in 3 parts) to the internet.
Joss Whedon? NPH? Sci-fi musical? I feel like the prettiest princess at a Buffy convention.
Inspired by the Texan teen who got arrested for wearing the ultimate in skanktastic gowns to her prom, VH1’s Best Week Ever put together a short collection of achievements in prom slut couture. I’m obsessed with this one:
There’s so much that’s great in this picture: the fishnets, the smiles practiced from hours of watching “The Hills,” the mall hair styles circa 1983, the creepy kid in the background just waiting to pull a shotgun out of his flower bouquet…
Spurred on by my obsessive over-analysis of Giada’s Amaretto Sour mix cocktail a few days ago and the utter total sum of ZERO ingredients after an inventory of my pantry this afternoon, I inhaled deeply. Then exhaled. And went grocery shopping with the idea of getting a whiskey sour mix somewhere at Shaw’s instead of trying to compile some grand thing on my own.
Yeah, I dunno. It just didn’t work out, and here’s why: I’m lazy, I didn’t read the recipe at all, and ended up buying Bar-Tender’s Brand whiskey sour mix. And Jameson, which was the plan all along.
The first thing I said to my boyfriend tonight after shaking up Bar-Tender’s Brand mix with the required amounts of whiskey and cold water in my sterling silver cocktail mixer and pouring the frothy concoction into a glass and trying to sip, was: “This smells like eggs. They’re using egg whites to make it all foamy.”
He didn’t believe me. He said it was delicious and drank a bunch more. He thought I was being silly.
I’ve lived my whole life with an aversion to eggs. I try so hard to like them. I get jealous at breakfast when people verbally banter about eggs with waitresses and wrinkle their nose like cute, happy, egg-lovin’ egg-lovers at whatever cooking method of the infinite cooking methods of eggs they all mutually agree suits the world that fine morning.
But, egads, have you ever smelled eggs? Have you ever rolled their indefinable texture around in your mouth? I’m shuddering right now…
I confirmed my suspicions when I scrutinized the box of the Bar-Tender’s Brand mix. It does indeed have dried egg whites. You know, for the foam.
My boyfriend didn’t care and lapped up my drink too.
Hacking into the billboard’s computer network today, our boy positioned his trademark skullphone imagery in between the array of flashing movie, TV, and auto company ads that make up the normal paid advertising barrage on the giant illuminated monitors.
If anyone knows how to do this, shoot me an email. There’s a few LED billboards on I-84 that I have my eye on…
This was originally left as a comment on Gnarls Barkley from our great friend, Scary Bunny #77, but since we miss him–I thought it deserved its own post. He may have left Hartford, but he’s still a wanker. Struth!
Hey Bunnyfuckers, I can’t believe the re-tool of the blog, iz crazy man…
Anyway, as a former contributor, who is shagging a former lifestyle columnist from what was formerly a good place to live, I just wanted to say, well done.
Since moving to Dallas, I have wanted for sometime to start something that would provide that same sort of angst-ridden, creative outlet that SB did, but alas, it never happened. I mean, it wasn’t for lack of pentabulous ideas such as warymummies.com, which followed my best friend, who, as an under-11 soccer coach with an affinity for soccer moms, would regale me with stories and images of his most recent conquests; or even flairytummies.com, which chronicled the ever unpredictable movements of my bowels, in a picture timeline format. But of course they never came to fruition, because like always, as in most moments of complete brilliance concerning myself, I would sufficate any ideas with a nicely rolled blunt and the first twelve minutes of “The Wash.”
I would love to chat for longer, but my ride is waiting, and so in departure, and for the reason I attached it to the Gnarls Barkley clip, which is pretty hott by the way, I wanted to point you into the direction of Denton based band with a pretty cool Nintendo-related video on the internet… just cause I love it. www.myspace.com/ghosthustlerband.com, (i think). Just fuckin google it, song is called parking lot nights.
P.S. sorry it is not Hartford related, but because I don’t live there anymore, it is kind of hard to write about it…. and I still want to contribute, sort of.
He sealed the comment with a big kiss by giving his URL as “http://fuckwadhooligans.combitches”
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