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Schmindsey and I have been kicking around the idea of starting a theater blog. An Eater or Gawker for the theater world, if you will---stuff going on and all of our witty comments on said stuff, and then it would get linked to a NYTimes online article and then we'd get 800000000 hits in one day and become those overnight theatrical celebrities of that must-read theater blog and we'd get free tickets to everything and invitations to meet Billy Crudup and then I could ask him what the F he was thinking in leaving Mary-Louise Parker and then get an invitation to meet MLP the next week and I'd tell her how much I love Amy Gardner, and How I Learned To Drive, and Weeds.

But that's all in the future.

The main issue is seeing a ton of theater, which requires quite a bit of time and money, neither of which Schmindsey and I have in much excess.

Except perhaps not, because last night Schmindsey scored us some Romeo and Juliet at Shakespeare in the Park seats with minimal waiting, and tonight some random Playwrights Horizons tickets to Sigourney Weaver in Crazy Mary.

Does God want us to write a theater blog???

Baby Cousins!

They are so cute. Jude looks like a person now!

Ponies!

Food Blog

This isn't a food blog, but I do write a lot about food and cooking, so here's an update. Work's been busy, but I've been getting into the kitchen at least a bit each week.

Meatballs.

I'd never made meatballs until I moved to California and met Dennis, perhaps the world's foremost advocate of a daily meatball diet. I started off with "exotic" meatballs of ground turkey with cumin, but for this past month's Sopranos finale I decided to go more traditional.

"Meghan, meatballs aren't that bad for you, are they?" Dan asked.

"Well, you usually only eat a few, so I guess not."

"...I think I ate ten."

(Dennis and Dan get along).

The meatballs turned out splendidly, far more satisfying than they show they honored. I made them again later that week for me and Schmindsey, and there are still some in the fridge. They'll likely turn into a bag lunch, but they have some stiff competition.


Chicken.

My brother is graduating from high school today (I know), so we had a party on Saturday. Mom and I planned the menu.

"So the two pasta salads, a green salad, a crowd-pleasing ham, all the munchies, and the desserts."

"Yeah, that sounds good."

She shook me awake that morning.

"I couldn't sleep. We need more food."

So I went to Shop-Rite and bought ten pounds of chicken, marinated it in Ina Garten's Indonesian Ginger Chicken Marinade (as Ina would say, it has lots of flavor), and threw it on the grill. Seven pounds went uneaten, but it was worth it for the leftovers. Lunch for weeks!


Congratulations, Matthers.

I Do Talk A Lot About Getting With Some Very Hot Women

This show is very funny, and you should watch it.

Grace Rocks Out

AC/DC ROCK!!! As if she'd wear anything else.

Fariqa Post's Guide To Manners

Apparently, there are some very specific rules about jihad (the reporters discovered this when their interview subjects threatened to kidnap and kill them; unfortunately for the jihadists, the middlejihadman didn't sign off). They include:

Rule No. 1: You can kill bystanders without feeling a lot of guilt.

Rule No. 2: You can kill children, too, without needing to feel distress.

Rule No. 3: Sometimes, you can single out civilians for killing; bankers are an example.

Rule No. 4: You cannot kill in the country where you reside unless you were born there.

Rule No. 5: You can lie or hide your religion if you do this for jihad.

Rule No. 6. You may need to ask your parents for their consent.

The XOOTR

I want a fun way to get around my hood. I was thinking bike, but bikes are big and I don't want to carry it up 3 flights.

This leaves scooter.

But can I really rock a Razor? RZRs are phones. Razors have nothing on the high-end scooter I currently covet...

The XOOTR. Comparison below.



EAT IT, RAZOR. And it's only $199, excluding strap, fender, and carry case. Er...

Happiness, Part Two

"Let's rent a movie," Schmindsey said.

"Yesssss."

"What are your thoughts on Little Children?"

"You know, I was going to suggest that."

"Is this going to be Happiness, Part Two?"

"Naaaaaaah."

We rented Happiness a few months ago and had to immediately watch A Mighty Wind once it ended, it disturbed us so. It featured Jane Adams as a truly pathetic woman named Joy:




Plus perverts and pedophiles.


But I thought Little Children would be different. And it was, kind of. I mean, it still featured perverts. And a pedophile. Who at one point goes on a date with a truly pathetic woman named Sheila.

Played by Jane Adams.





I wasn't aware of that typecasting category, but I guess that's just as well. Jane seems to have it covered.

First Paris, Now Scooter, What Next?

So it's happening. Maybe. Crazy! I never thought it would've gone this far, although I'll be pretty surprised if he sets foot in a prison, but yes, apparently Scooter Libby is going to jail. For a while.

"Mr. Libby’s chief lawyer, Theodore V. Wells Jr., asked Judge Walton to place his client on probation, or at least place him under home confinement or in a halfway house, rather than send him to prison."

Yes, I'm sure I. Lewis "Scooter" Libby and Taneeka will get along at the halfway house just fine. Did they mean halfway like, smaller? Like he has to move to a townhouse?

ASSSSCAT 3000

Comedy weekend! Saw Knocked Up (recommended, although story of unplanned pregnancy + images of baby crowning = bad date film). Then went to ASSSSCAT 3000, for the low low price of an hour and a half of standing in the rain. Amy Poehler and Seth Myers are way funnier when they aren't doing Weekend Update. Good times.

Also, hope that TB guy learns to STAY OFF PLANES WHEN HE HAS A DEADLY INFECTIOUS DISEASE. JESUS. Thank lordy he never fucked a monkey.