3.29.2008

Weekend!

So this was kind of a crazy week... a bunch of stuff needed to be redone at work, so it was all-hands-on-deck and it was actually a lot of fun. Good to know that if I'm immersed in my job, I can swim. Then there was internet drama, trips to New Jersey, beers at Common Ground, the bulldog guy getting kicked off Top Chef, a hazy night at Roach's, and SUIT SHOPPING!

This has been in the works for months, but Dan finally bought a suit. Syms could use some new category names.




After that thrilling morning, it was time for my weekly cooking challenge. I had a hunk of very expensive and extremely stinky Roquefort drying out in my fridge, so I decided on blue cheese souffles. I've never made a souffle before... I know. You're closing your browser in disgust. I'm sorry.

Welllll, I completely messed up my kitchen and the batter was fairly thin, so I didn't think they'd rise, which, whatever. Blue cheese hockey pucks would still be good, right?

But then they totally did!




You're probably like, lordy, when will Meghan realize I don't want to read about fucking egg whites and get some firsthand celebrity gossip or something. Well, maybe someday. For now, it's broadcast schedules and souffle. Enjoy!


3.25.2008

Kenneth The Page Gets A New Look

I laughed for about 10 minutes seeing this... too bad the makeover's happening after I'm gone. Of course.



Nice pocket protecter, Jason.

3.19.2008

Cowpattie Pie

I've gotten way better at pastry over the past year (yeeeeeeeeah... I'm awesome), so I'm trying to challenge myself and make trickier desserts.

Case study #1: Chocolate Meringue-Mousse Cake from Payard. First, chocolate Swiss-style meringue, which involved whisking egg whites over simmering water to partially cook them and then folding in vanilla sugar and cocoa. No stabilizers! I am so badass. Also, I lack counter space.


I then piped this hot mess into circles and logs on parchment paper and baked said circles and logs at a low temp for 6 hours. Mr. Payard told me to use my pastry bag, because every home baker owns a professional cake decorating set. I used a Hefty freezer bag.


I'm thinking I might want to invest in said cake decorating set, because the meringue discs looked rather like steaming piles of bovine doodie.


Since they had to bake for a million hours to attain that crunchy-squishy texture, I took a walk around the neighborhood. Isn't it pretty?


Yaaaaaay Williamsburg! Then I had to make a ridiculously complicated and dense chocolate mousse, assemble everything, let it chill for 12 hours, and presto! Chocoloate cowpattie pie. Yum.

3.18.2008

I'm A Karaoke Host, OK? I Know People



Doesn't Bret Michaels look like an older lesbian? Or maybe a trans who's had the top surgery and is experimenting with stuffing the bottom.

Rock of Love II is so awesome.

3.17.2008

Retraction

False alarm. New Amsterdam went downhill kind of fast.

Also, I don't know about you, but I was pretty excited for John Adams and damn, is it boring.

In more exciting news, The Midnight Lumberjack saw Chuck Klosterman on the L this morning and they talked about precious duo-pop indie music. I'm way envious.

3.14.2008

OMG!!!!!!!!!!

You guys, this is amazing... seriously, I don't know how it's happening.

Sean Faris reads my blog!

Yes, everyone's favorite prettyboy B-lister is one of my readers!!! I know, one among dozens, but it's still exciting. He left a comment on my post about TV pilots:

sean faris said...

excuse me...you forgot LAWKI...UNACCEPTABLE.I think you need to issue a retraction and official apology as well as a plug for NEVER BACK DOWN.

Oprah let me borrow the Angel Spy Satellite to verify the poster's identity, so I know it was really him (well, I'm 90% sure. It was a male in Los Angeles with dark hair, and the satellite said he was 6'7" or something but it was probably malfunctioning). Dennis is going to be sooooooooo jealous.


Oh, I should probably do what Sean asked. Life as We Know It was an awesome, tragically short-lived, pretty-peopled show with a pretty good pilot but the rest of the show was better, and you should definitely go see Never Back Down because Sean is not wearing a shirt in any of the trailers.

3.12.2008

Today in Oprah

Today Oprah's doing her normal-person makeover show. Oh, I love this shit. These ladies are the Clark Kents of middle America: add highlights and they are unrecognizable hotties. How do they find so many? This isn't rhetorical--I think it's the nebulous underside of the Angel Network. Oprah has launched the Angel Spy Satellite with facial recognition technology out of the poolhouse of her Montecito estate, to identify and target tragic American ladies with good bone structure and a proclivity towards muumuus. She and Gayle snuggle up on the couch and laugh at all the retrieved images while Steadman mixes them up some cocktails, and then everyone tipsily hangs out in the kitchen trying melt rubies over the gas burner.

3.10.2008

Weird, dude

Last month Dan and I went to this Indian restaurant in Times Square and had a very awkward start to the meal. You can read about it on the website for this paper, you might have heard of it? Um, it's called The New York Times? I'm the reader he's responding to. So weird.

Update In Televisual Pleasures

First: Hulu. Hulu's a joint venture between NBC and Fox to put high-quality streaming video of their (and their cable holdings) shows, current and cancelled, online. So not just NBC and Fox--Bravo, Sci-fi, FX, USA, a bunch of other ones I can't remember right now, even a couple movies from Universal or 20th Century Fox. I was skeptical but the site is well-designed and the commericals are fairly unintrusive. You can sign up to be a beta user at the site--check it out. This information will be very useful for my office temp friends.

Second: New Amsterdam. Y'all, this show is really good! Ok, the pilot was really good; one of the better drama pilots I've ever seen--I usually give a series at least one regular episode after the first, since it can be so awkward introducing the characters and the situations, but this one didn't need it. Plus the Danish dude in it is really dreamy.


Other (drama) pilots I've loved, which am sharing with you for no apparent reason: Alias, Freaks and Geeks, The OC, Lost, and Buffy. Two-hour special event pilots (Lost, Buffy, Battlestar Galactica) have an unfair advantage but I suppose that isn't their fault. My So-Called Life. Perfect. Veronica Mars is a good one, too. The West Wing, for how brilliant and stirring the show was, had a fairly mediocre pilot, although they did give Martin Sheen the best entrance ever seen on TV. I saw the ER pilot last year and was surprised at how central the Sherry Stringfield character was. George Clooney barely registered. The Wire's pilot is so boring I can't bring myself to watch the rest of the show. Dawson's Creek! Worst pilot EVER!!! Lord I hated that show. MAN I am talking way too much about pilots. That is all.

3.09.2008

Citizenry

Tax time! This "tax rebate" thing is so sick. I am allegedly getting $600 with which to stimulate the economy. I'll probably put it in my IRA. Suck on that, government.

Also, is there anything sexier than a guy this excited about his Tax Cut software?


Ladies, please. Show some respect.

3.07.2008

I'm More Into Cheerios, But It's OK


Chuck Klosterman's Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs is this book I for no real reason put off reading until last year. I think it was something about the cover, which is this grimy off-white, like a snot-covered child made it his buddy for a few days. This is what Amazon says:

Klosterman, one of the few members of the so-called "Generation X" to proudly embrace that label and the stereotypical image of disaffected slackers that often accompanies it, takes the reader on a witty and highly entertaining tour through portions of pop culture not usually subjected to analysis and presents his thoughts on Saved by the Bell, Billy Joel, amateur porn, MTV's The Real World, and much more. Klosterman goes deep, often employing his own life spent as a member of the lowbrow target demographic to measure the cultural impact of his subjects.

OMG, doesn't that make you want to run out and purchase his oeuvre?!?! I read it eventually and it's very "That's exactly what I was thinking! Or... not really, but I feel like I knew that in my subconscious all along and Chuck has brought it to the surface--thanks, CK!". One essay is devoted to the last season of Saved by the Bell, when Tiffani-Amber Thiessen and Elizabeth Berkeley left the show and Kelly and Jessi were suddenly, with no explanation, replaced by a tough-talking brunette named Tori. "The Tori Paradox," Chuck argues, is the sole example of realism in Saved by the Bell, since people tend to just drop off the planet for extended periods of time and then show up equally unexplainedly for the graduation episode and no one mentions it.

So as you can imagine, I was pretty excited to see him read last week; Dan found out about a thing at the Highline Ballroom and a bunch of us got tickets.

What I didn't know is that Chuckie K. would be reading from his new novel. This is something else entirely. In his book IV, the last section is a novella-type thing he wrote back in the day and it's pretty bad. I felt impotent and out of control, which I really hate. Ok, that was a Clueless reference, I mostly felt less excited. But then something wonderful happened: it was good! Like, I wanted to read the rest, which is too bad since it won't come out until September.

And then the table next to us started heckling the general audience during the Q&A, which was weird, especially since they were a bunch of banker-Bar Martinetti crowd-type people, like, go back to your business networking event or whatever.

3.03.2008

Whew

I've been in a bit of a crisis recently, having had to make one of those Decisions That Could Be Determining Your Lifepath. I'll let gchat explain.


me: i got a backhanded job offer from [Very Big TV Show]
to be [Very Very Very Big Producer]'s assistant
i'm not totally insane to not want to do it, right?

Dennis: nope
that could suck

me: this is what i'm thinking
thank you
i needed someone to say that

Dennis: yeah
don't fall for the big names
assistants are still assistants
and they get pooped on

me: yeah
his get pooped on A LOT

Dennis: hmmm
well
if you could make a poop tape
you could sell it for a lot of money
especially in germany


I love my friends.

I Drink YOUR Milkshake

Saw There Will Be Blood last night. Dan, in one of his finer moments, mistakenly bought tickets online for the multiplex in Astoria instead of Union Square (Angeleno equivalency: Union Square = Silver Lake to Williamsburg's Echo Park, with Astoria approximately equivalent to Palms. What's in Palms, you ask? Exactly).

What's the deal with Astoria hype, anyway? People are like, oh, it's like Williamsburg, a mini-Manhattan, and there's a beer garden! Have you been to this beer garden? It's an asphalt square surrounded by cinder blocks. I don't get it.

Anyway after like four hours of getting progressively pissier on the subway we got to the movie theater and some Panera calmed me down and we saw the movie. I was on record as realllllly not wanting to see it after reading the world's most pretentious movie review, but I liked it. It was an aburdist comedy! How come no one mentioned this?

Also, that milkshake sketch makes way more sense now.

3.02.2008

PopRally





We were having a late-day hangover, and despite Con Air, Old School, Wedding Crashers AND Rocky IV being on network TV, we made it out to the PopRally DFA Danceparty. Seriously, how cool am I for going to this party? I'm not sure why it was $12 for open bar + DJs people who care about DJs have heard of and get excited about spinning dance tunes + admission to MoMA + every good-looking person in New York under 30 who can rock leggings, rocking leggings, but damn, if it's a scam I'll take it. The kind of thing for which I moved to New York, back in the day.

Also, there was the World's Largest Game of Twister and a light show.

AND I got a tote bag!