When the original new-thing-a-dayer, Jen, was wrapping up her year-long blog-riffic adventure she did some really impressive/intimidating/wonderful things. She's very clearly a gal with a plan and the means and motivation to make things happen. I admire that. She took a boxing class, she did stand-up comedy, she did ballet with a proper tutu, she rode around in a limo eating candy, she organized her own musical! Well, with me - you really get none of those things. Sorry about that. What you *do* get is this - tonight I attempted to eat an entire box of Jello Instant Pudding. I failed. I ate about 85% of it - right out of the bowl I prepared it in and using a large wooden spoon. I love Jello Instant Pudding and yes, I'm fully aware that it's not vegetarian, so please don't tell me that in an attempt to harsh my buzz. I have never "allowed" myself to consume the entire bowl and I was shocked a little [okay, a lot] dismayed that I couldn't manage to achieve this very key milestone.
It was quite simply - an ideal day to both make and eat large quantities of pudding. A perfect storm if you will. Today was my last day @ work before holiday. Joseph is out looking @ rubbish [not just a fun hobby, he gets paid to do this] so I felt okay in pigging it up [also, not that I would - but no pressure to share - as an only child I am very bad @ sharing - blame my parents please]. And TV...oh - the majesty of a perfect evening of television. It is so rare, so wonderful. Tonight's offerings included a World Series baseball game [damn you National League!], the Barack Obama informercial and some ass-kicking lineups on many of my favourite late night chat shows. So there I was - pantsless [don't you hate pants?] and happy as a clam eating my gigantic bowl of pudding. No photos for rather obvious and embarassing reasons.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Day Three Hundred and Sixty-Four - The Hangar
One of my previous ETs was watching a hockey game. In the comfort of my own home, with my remote control in hand in case things got too deadly boring. I ended up watching well over one period of "the hockey" and, although I found it quite confusing and dull - I was proud of myself for giving it a chance. Well, through the magic of my workplace, yesterday I was given some tickets to a Toronto Maple Leaf game and tonight I went to see a professional hockey game. I guess this is somewhat of a "big deal" as tickets are very hard to get and people in this city are hockey crazy, even though the Leafs do suck. A lot. This was also my first trip to the Air Canada Centre, the new-ish sports and entertainment complex where they play hockey, basketball and have concerts [I'm also not a fan of basketball or live music]. It was...not at all what I expected. But first - here's some photos of the hockey, the arena and, my favourite - the dueling zamboni [what is the plural of zamboni? zambonis? zambonii?]!
So, yeah. I'm from a hockey town in rural Ontario [seriously - they won this contest where they were declared THE Hockeyville in the whole of the country]. I've been to my share of Junior C hockey games and while I never really watched the game [why watch when you could instead ogle public school boys and be awesomely jealous of all the hip, fashionable public school girls]...the environment was so different. The main thing was everyone was *so* quiet. I felt like I had to whisper to Joseph [which, given my extremely limited hockey knowledge - was probably a good idea so as not to embarrass myself]. There were small bursts of excitement, but Blue Jays games are much more rowdy. The food selection was admirable - with lots of vegetarian choices - colour me shocked. There was some random lights that would flash a few times each minute, rendering us both temporarily blind for a few seconds each time. The best part were the long intermissions when they did goofy, non-hockey stuff on the ice [like racing RC cars - I swear people were more audibly into that than the hockey] and turned down the lights. As to the hockey? Yes, it was still largely incomprehensible and difficult to follow [lots of starting and stopping] and still - quite dull. We arrived a bit late and left early, which I'm pretty sure is absolute sacrilege in this city/country.
So, yeah. I'm from a hockey town in rural Ontario [seriously - they won this contest where they were declared THE Hockeyville in the whole of the country]. I've been to my share of Junior C hockey games and while I never really watched the game [why watch when you could instead ogle public school boys and be awesomely jealous of all the hip, fashionable public school girls]...the environment was so different. The main thing was everyone was *so* quiet. I felt like I had to whisper to Joseph [which, given my extremely limited hockey knowledge - was probably a good idea so as not to embarrass myself]. There were small bursts of excitement, but Blue Jays games are much more rowdy. The food selection was admirable - with lots of vegetarian choices - colour me shocked. There was some random lights that would flash a few times each minute, rendering us both temporarily blind for a few seconds each time. The best part were the long intermissions when they did goofy, non-hockey stuff on the ice [like racing RC cars - I swear people were more audibly into that than the hockey] and turned down the lights. As to the hockey? Yes, it was still largely incomprehensible and difficult to follow [lots of starting and stopping] and still - quite dull. We arrived a bit late and left early, which I'm pretty sure is absolute sacrilege in this city/country.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Day Three Hundred and Sixty-Three - Roasting The Unborn
Okay, so everyone saw the Barack O'Lantern [okay and the Bat O'Lantern] from the weekend...why stop now with the continuing pumpkin theme of my blog? I really regret not using the tag/label option...because I could easily prove my theory that pumpkins crop up in more ETs than anything else. They are so darn cute though...even their insides! I had a great time using the tools that god gave me [my hands - Joseph used a spoon] to scoop out the gooey insides of the pumpkins. The texture is quite something. And today I decided to do something with the insides - instead of just adding them to the continuing pile of foodstuffs rotting away in my fridge. I roasted my own pumpkin seeds! Instantly addictive. Even though they are a touch too salty [I have recently given up salt and I am a salt addict, so this is saying a lot]. And past experience tells me that if I continue to eat them @ this rate I will become incredibly sick.
The process to roast your own seeds is quite simple, although not as simple as one might think. Like, you can just rinse off the goo [though apparently some people keep it on], salt 'em and shove them into an oven. This will work, but apparently the method I used is better. After giving the seeds a good rinsing to make sure I removed all the goo I placed them in a huge pot of boiling, heavily salted water [there are a number of ratios out there for water/salt based upon how many cups of seeds you have]. While it was a huge pot of water, I used six tablespoons of salt. So yeah, boil them up and then thoroughly drain and rinse. Then coat the seeds in some extra virgin olive oil and put them in the oven for about 20 minutes, giving them a good shake every now and then. And then - chow down! I'm finding it rather impossible to stop, although I think the seeds will travel nicely to Montreal to serve as healthy, nibbly snacks. Oh - but I think this more intensive method works better because it infuses the salt without leaving actual salt on the seeds. I think you could substitute other seasonings if desired. Also, the double cooking method leaves the seeds incredibly crunchy, but also properly cooked in the middle, making things a bit easier on one's digestive tract. It's worth the extra effort!
The process to roast your own seeds is quite simple, although not as simple as one might think. Like, you can just rinse off the goo [though apparently some people keep it on], salt 'em and shove them into an oven. This will work, but apparently the method I used is better. After giving the seeds a good rinsing to make sure I removed all the goo I placed them in a huge pot of boiling, heavily salted water [there are a number of ratios out there for water/salt based upon how many cups of seeds you have]. While it was a huge pot of water, I used six tablespoons of salt. So yeah, boil them up and then thoroughly drain and rinse. Then coat the seeds in some extra virgin olive oil and put them in the oven for about 20 minutes, giving them a good shake every now and then. And then - chow down! I'm finding it rather impossible to stop, although I think the seeds will travel nicely to Montreal to serve as healthy, nibbly snacks. Oh - but I think this more intensive method works better because it infuses the salt without leaving actual salt on the seeds. I think you could substitute other seasonings if desired. Also, the double cooking method leaves the seeds incredibly crunchy, but also properly cooked in the middle, making things a bit easier on one's digestive tract. It's worth the extra effort!
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Day Three Hundred and Sixty-Two - Scent Of A Migraine
On a recent discouraging visit to a new doctor [my real doctor just keeps having babies - she can't stop, apparently - I think it's because there are always dozens of pregnant women/little babies in their office - it might be contagious, I'm not sure] I got my migraine medication switched. My regular medication tends to make me into some sort of crazy person who exists in some very surreal world where I feel I am transformed into a snake. So yeah...there's that [what can I say? we are down to the final days here of le blog - all the secrets are coming out]. So today I went to the pharmacy to get my meds and they told me they had to be a special order. I was okay with this as I wasn't having a migraine episode and didn't think I would be that day as they tend to be with me when I wake up in the morning. But then my body decided - ah ah ah...not so fast...and bam - migraine episode. And nothing I could chemically do about it. So I turned my back on western medicine and I took an aromatherapy bath. [no picture. we're not quite on that level of disclosure.]
Though, in the interest of full disclosure - I have used aromatherapy as an ET on a previous day [I think last november or maybe december - it was when I was still working by whole foods], but a bath was not part of that day. And sometimes I do burn pure peppermint oil when I am experiencing any sort of head pain or stomach upset. So yes, I ran a typical bath with lavender epsom salt type stuff [though not pure lavender so not really aromatherapy] and also gardenia-scented bubbles [because i refuse to bathe without bubbles] and then I added a couple of drops of pure essential peppermint oil [peppermint and basil are supposed to be best for head pain]. These oils might seem really expensive but you really only use a couple tiny drops each time so they aren't pricey at all. The smell is incredible - I think made more intense by the hotness of the bath [I like to steam myself into a red lobster state]. Also, the effect of peppermint makes you tingly in a very attention-grabbing kinda way. It kinda energizes, stimulates and relaxes each muscle/area it touches.
While it didn't completely get rid of my migraine episode - it made things much more bearable. I mean - it's a nice, hot bath that smells fantastic and turns all your switches back on - that's not going to be a bad experience. But I know I will feel better once I have my meds in hand.
Though, in the interest of full disclosure - I have used aromatherapy as an ET on a previous day [I think last november or maybe december - it was when I was still working by whole foods], but a bath was not part of that day. And sometimes I do burn pure peppermint oil when I am experiencing any sort of head pain or stomach upset. So yes, I ran a typical bath with lavender epsom salt type stuff [though not pure lavender so not really aromatherapy] and also gardenia-scented bubbles [because i refuse to bathe without bubbles] and then I added a couple of drops of pure essential peppermint oil [peppermint and basil are supposed to be best for head pain]. These oils might seem really expensive but you really only use a couple tiny drops each time so they aren't pricey at all. The smell is incredible - I think made more intense by the hotness of the bath [I like to steam myself into a red lobster state]. Also, the effect of peppermint makes you tingly in a very attention-grabbing kinda way. It kinda energizes, stimulates and relaxes each muscle/area it touches.
While it didn't completely get rid of my migraine episode - it made things much more bearable. I mean - it's a nice, hot bath that smells fantastic and turns all your switches back on - that's not going to be a bad experience. But I know I will feel better once I have my meds in hand.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Day Three Hundred and Sixty-One - Yes We Carve
Okay, I can't vote in the upcoming US election [I've come to terms with this and accepted my consolation prize of voting in the lame-o Canadian federal election, which kinda soured me entirely on voting - but I digress]...but a website that I saw the other day on CNN showed me how Yes I Can have my voice heard...through the highly official medium of pumpkin carving. The website is www.yeswecarve.com - for those interested [in the interest of equal time CNN did show McCain pumpkins too - but of course the Obama supporters always have the catchiest rhetoric and ideas]. Anyway, earlier today we went out to locate some small-to-medium sized pumpkins for carving as I wanted to do multiple little ones as opposed to one big one. Also, we won't be here for Halloween so these are just pumpkins for the sake of pumpkins - not entirely seasonal. Then tonight I carved a Barack O'Lantern! Here it is! I haven't submitted this photo to the website yet, although I still might [though honestly it's nothing terribly original or even very good].
This was my first time ever carving a pumpkin. When I was younger I was more in charge of concept and design in terms of our pumpkins - but my dad always did the carving. I think my parents, not unlike Joseph, didn't really trust me with a big knife [for my safety and the safety of others - this is wise]. What I soon discovered is that all of our knives suck. A lot. Carving was basically impossible so I essentially had to keep sticking the knife in and out, but not cut across [it was like I was making it perforated and then eventually I could wiggle the piece out]. More fun was the amazing grossness of sticking my hand inside the pumpkins and pulling out their guts. Joseph is more fussy and used a utensil for this, but I'm impatient. Also, in the interest of full disclosure - Joseph did draw the design for this [and he did the bat-o'lantern also pictured, although I came up with the highly original concept - it's pretty cool...but still - Batman ain't the next President - so there!] and I feel I didn't carve nearly neatly enough.
[okay - election over - obama won - so completely psyched about that! on the morning of the election the barack o'lantern got toppled to the ground outside, even though we left the pumpkin on our indoor steps - someone moved it. in addition to being a bit smooshed, it was also partially eaten - possibly raccoons. i thought this was a dreadfully bad omen. apparently not.]
This was my first time ever carving a pumpkin. When I was younger I was more in charge of concept and design in terms of our pumpkins - but my dad always did the carving. I think my parents, not unlike Joseph, didn't really trust me with a big knife [for my safety and the safety of others - this is wise]. What I soon discovered is that all of our knives suck. A lot. Carving was basically impossible so I essentially had to keep sticking the knife in and out, but not cut across [it was like I was making it perforated and then eventually I could wiggle the piece out]. More fun was the amazing grossness of sticking my hand inside the pumpkins and pulling out their guts. Joseph is more fussy and used a utensil for this, but I'm impatient. Also, in the interest of full disclosure - Joseph did draw the design for this [and he did the bat-o'lantern also pictured, although I came up with the highly original concept - it's pretty cool...but still - Batman ain't the next President - so there!] and I feel I didn't carve nearly neatly enough.
[okay - election over - obama won - so completely psyched about that! on the morning of the election the barack o'lantern got toppled to the ground outside, even though we left the pumpkin on our indoor steps - someone moved it. in addition to being a bit smooshed, it was also partially eaten - possibly raccoons. i thought this was a dreadfully bad omen. apparently not.]
Friday, October 24, 2008
Day Three Hundred and Sixty - Chuckwagon
For the past three days I've pretty much been living @ the Metro Toronto Convention Centre due to the Symposium. It has got my body all screwed up in terms of sleep, physical exertion and eating [it doesn't take much]. And while I have been tempted by the heavenly scents of the food truck delights outside - I have [mostly] behaved myself foodwise. I don't really have time to exercise this week and if I start to binge out on junk then I will evolve into Captain Migraine and that's so the last thing I need. Today being the last day - I decided it was time to get my proper comfort food on and I ate food from a food truck. Unfortunately [and I mean this] no photo [the truck was quite something with all its pictures and slogans - it was called "Don Juan - lover...of good food!"] as I couldn't risk losing my camera in the confusion of my days @ the conference. Also, the food itself would have made a lovely photo - so hot and plentiful [and cheap].
For a price of $2.50 I got the most gigantic container of French fries [although there was a surprising amount of other vegetarian options - I love chips!]. I think if I worked around MTCC I would have food truck food...entirely too much. The container seemed small-ish when empty, but then the food truck guy just loaded and overloaded the chips - resplendent in their greasy, crispy, steaming goodness! Also available - mayonnaise [and a lack of judgement re: my using mayo on my fries]. I was so eager to eat them that I did burn the roof of my mouth [which due to my pizza love is almost always burned anyway], but it was well worth it. I can't believe that I went to university for four years [three of them living on campus] - surrounded by food trucks - and I never once gave in. Also, I was beyond starving *all* the time. I really should have gotten over my food truck prejudices earlier in life. And let that be a lesson to you.
[as we are well into October, my dream of getting ice cream from an ice cream truck is kinda dead in the water. this is my subsitute. i did continually run for the ice cream truck while shouting "ice cream man! ice cream man! ding ding ding ding!" and tripping out of my shoes...but i never caught the truck.]
For a price of $2.50 I got the most gigantic container of French fries [although there was a surprising amount of other vegetarian options - I love chips!]. I think if I worked around MTCC I would have food truck food...entirely too much. The container seemed small-ish when empty, but then the food truck guy just loaded and overloaded the chips - resplendent in their greasy, crispy, steaming goodness! Also available - mayonnaise [and a lack of judgement re: my using mayo on my fries]. I was so eager to eat them that I did burn the roof of my mouth [which due to my pizza love is almost always burned anyway], but it was well worth it. I can't believe that I went to university for four years [three of them living on campus] - surrounded by food trucks - and I never once gave in. Also, I was beyond starving *all* the time. I really should have gotten over my food truck prejudices earlier in life. And let that be a lesson to you.
[as we are well into October, my dream of getting ice cream from an ice cream truck is kinda dead in the water. this is my subsitute. i did continually run for the ice cream truck while shouting "ice cream man! ice cream man! ding ding ding ding!" and tripping out of my shoes...but i never caught the truck.]
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Day Three Hundred and Fifty-Nine - She Works Hard For The Money
I was worried that I wouldn't have a lot to say and that finding ETs while I was working @ the Symposium would be a significant struggle [I don't like to overplan when I'm already overstressed]. Today I kinda doubled my efforts, although both of them happened somewhat by accident. The overriding thing for the day was that I worked a 15-hour day. Even at my old place of employment where we worked some cra-zay hours - I'm sure I never went 15 hours. I arrived @ the conference centre @ 6:30am and I left @ 9:30pm. I worked basically the entire time - stopping briefly to drink a tea and eat a gigantor cheese danish. I was so out of it by the time I returned home I could barely stand up in the shower and didn't really have the energy to eat roasted red pepper and tomato soup that was entirely drinkable [I can be confused by cutlery when exhausted - I guess that's Joseph's line of thinking]. And hooray - I will be back @ the convention centre @ 7:30am tomorrow [it's my sleep in day!]!
This evening there was a fundraiser event for our capital campaign as well as a donor recognition reception organized by yours truly. As I was cleaning up from the cocktail reception I was very late in heading in to the theatre for the event. In fact, I was just going to not go in until one of the convention centre staff told me that I could go up to the balcony [which had been locked]. So I sat alone in a balcony. I was so paranoid that everyone sitting below could see me and would be looking and wondering why I was the only psycho [or person of any kind] up in the balcony [my boss later told me that they couldn't see into the balcony at all]. Also, it was very cold up there being the lonely only body [and wearing a mini-dress too, I guess].
This evening there was a fundraiser event for our capital campaign as well as a donor recognition reception organized by yours truly. As I was cleaning up from the cocktail reception I was very late in heading in to the theatre for the event. In fact, I was just going to not go in until one of the convention centre staff told me that I could go up to the balcony [which had been locked]. So I sat alone in a balcony. I was so paranoid that everyone sitting below could see me and would be looking and wondering why I was the only psycho [or person of any kind] up in the balcony [my boss later told me that they couldn't see into the balcony at all]. Also, it was very cold up there being the lonely only body [and wearing a mini-dress too, I guess].
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Day Three Hundred and Fifty-Eight - Talking To Americans
Apparently many people find many Canadians to be quite funny. And it's true - in the pantheon of mainstream comedians - a lot of them are Canadian - per capita it would seem that we are a much funnier lot than our neighbours to the south. I don't find many of them to be all that funny [Jim Carrey, Mike Myers, etc.], but generally speaking what's left up here is even worse. One of them, Rick Mercer, is kinda like the Canadian Jon Stewart...only, yeah...not so much. He had a show or a few specials called Talking to Americans, which was a bit like the Jay-Walking segments on Leno wherein he would approach Americans [in the USA] and ask them questions about Canada and other things and try to embarass them. While I don't have too much experience in watching this, it was spectacularly unfunny.
My ET today is also spectacularly unfunny, although not unlike that concept. Today I talked politics with an American. I'm reasonably sure this is the first time this has happened [in a face-to-face kinda way]. This came about as a result of our Symposium, which is an international conference on autism that is put on by the place where I work. Anyway, this guy stopped by our table and seemed a little sheepish about being an American, although his southern accent was a bit of a giveaway. He soon was voluntarily talking politics and his fellow Americans and his background. And while obviously we shy away from talking politics while @ work, he was so insistent @ sharing his beliefs that I was able to just smile and nod and not give too much away [though obviously I was dying to]. While I have obviously been actively following this election, it was a really different experience to be speaking with a regular American guy - as opposed to the normal conversations I have shouting @ the talking heads on CNN...
[also he challenged my stereotype of the "typical" white, middle-aged southern guy - so shame on me...]
My ET today is also spectacularly unfunny, although not unlike that concept. Today I talked politics with an American. I'm reasonably sure this is the first time this has happened [in a face-to-face kinda way]. This came about as a result of our Symposium, which is an international conference on autism that is put on by the place where I work. Anyway, this guy stopped by our table and seemed a little sheepish about being an American, although his southern accent was a bit of a giveaway. He soon was voluntarily talking politics and his fellow Americans and his background. And while obviously we shy away from talking politics while @ work, he was so insistent @ sharing his beliefs that I was able to just smile and nod and not give too much away [though obviously I was dying to]. While I have obviously been actively following this election, it was a really different experience to be speaking with a regular American guy - as opposed to the normal conversations I have shouting @ the talking heads on CNN...
[also he challenged my stereotype of the "typical" white, middle-aged southern guy - so shame on me...]
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Day Three Hundred and Fifty-Seven - Explicit Content
Please be warned. There are some hardcore swears ahead. Of the variety that are four letters and starting with F. You've been warned. Please don't take offense.
Okay, so a couple of things. I've mentioned Amy Sedaris' brilliant home entertaining/hospitality book, I Like You a few times before. It's brilliant! Go buy it! Well, she is a crafty sort and does all sorts of laidback crafts that are good for lazy and cheap/poor folk such as myself. One of my favourites [that doesn't involve googly eyes, although it easily could] is the Fuck It Bucket. I've been planning on making one for a long time, but I was waiting for the right moment. The right moment is defined as that magical time when Halloween candy is on sale and I'm under considerable stress. I'm happy to report that the day has arrived - I will be considerably stressed over the next three days wherein I will be working approximately 45 hours with early mornings and late nights and Zellers has a big pre-Halloween candy sale. This afternoon I made a Fuck It Bucket.
As you can see from the photo, a Fuck It Bucket is quite easy to construct, but allow me to guide you through the complicated stages. Step One: Obtain a bucket - you can write Fuck It on it, but since my bucket is black and I couldn't find any fancy metallic pens I have put a sign by it. Step Two: Obtain candy - I am using Hershey candy bars, Cadbury candy bars, little caramels and those powdery Rocket candies as well as I found some mini-bags of Halloween popcorn that pops up bright orange. Step Three: When life gets tough, say "fuck it" and eat some candy. This is the best possible advice I could give, so it's great that someone was able to sum it all up so succinctly for me. Words to live by kids!
Okay, so a couple of things. I've mentioned Amy Sedaris' brilliant home entertaining/hospitality book, I Like You a few times before. It's brilliant! Go buy it! Well, she is a crafty sort and does all sorts of laidback crafts that are good for lazy and cheap/poor folk such as myself. One of my favourites [that doesn't involve googly eyes, although it easily could] is the Fuck It Bucket. I've been planning on making one for a long time, but I was waiting for the right moment. The right moment is defined as that magical time when Halloween candy is on sale and I'm under considerable stress. I'm happy to report that the day has arrived - I will be considerably stressed over the next three days wherein I will be working approximately 45 hours with early mornings and late nights and Zellers has a big pre-Halloween candy sale. This afternoon I made a Fuck It Bucket.
As you can see from the photo, a Fuck It Bucket is quite easy to construct, but allow me to guide you through the complicated stages. Step One: Obtain a bucket - you can write Fuck It on it, but since my bucket is black and I couldn't find any fancy metallic pens I have put a sign by it. Step Two: Obtain candy - I am using Hershey candy bars, Cadbury candy bars, little caramels and those powdery Rocket candies as well as I found some mini-bags of Halloween popcorn that pops up bright orange. Step Three: When life gets tough, say "fuck it" and eat some candy. This is the best possible advice I could give, so it's great that someone was able to sum it all up so succinctly for me. Words to live by kids!
Monday, October 20, 2008
Day Three Hundred and Fifty-Six - Suck It Ringo!
So, a few days ago Ringo Starr, my former favourite Beatle [okay, I'm not a huge Beatles fan] made the announcement that he would no longer be responding in any fashion to fan mail and that furthermore, everyone should stop sending it to him. And he said it in this truly dick-ish manner. I mean - I get it - you're a Beatle [but you *are* Ringo - I mean, for what that's worth you should be happy to have so many adoring fans] so you probably get a lot of fan mail and you have for decades and you're sick of dealing with it. So pay someone to deal with it for you. Certainly you still expect people to buy your music...so yeah - you've got to give a little. Or, yknow - not. You're rich and famous and your fans will love and defend you anyways - that's one of those things you get along with the money and fame. So good for you. But whatever happened to the Ringo from that infamous Simpsons episode?
Anyway, it got me thinking about the celebrities that I have such affection for - the ones who never seem to let me down. Well, I narrowed it down to just three and I wrote fan mail. I didn't ask for anything - like an autograph or whatever - that just doesn't do it for me. I just thought I would let these people know that they have played a role in my life and how much I appreciate that they do the things that they do. And kids - this is so hard to do. Without sounding like some weirdo stalker. Or a dorky little kid. I advise you to give it a shot and I think you will see why you don't write fan mail.
The three I chose will come as no surprise to anyone who reads my blog with regularity: Amy Sedaris, Bill Kurtis and David Letterman. I told Amy the story of how I took a huge stack of her entertaining books from the humour section of a large bookstore and moved it over to the cooking section [she was very insistent that it was not a humour book - that it was a real guide for home entertaining - I can attest that it is both] and about how much I enjoy her appearances on Letterman. I told Mr. Kurtis [he's too much of a cool old guy for me to call by his first name] how I have been watching him since I was a little one and how he inspired me to always dig deeper and to study journalism and that we share the whole turnaround on the whole capital punishment thing. And Dave - well, he's my TV dad so I told him that [in a highly senstive/non-creepy way], relating how I grew up watching him with my dad, eventually realizing that the three of us had the same zany sense of humour and also how I admired him for being such a grouchy bastard who never fails to give people the gears.
Seriously. This was difficult. Try it.
Anyway, it got me thinking about the celebrities that I have such affection for - the ones who never seem to let me down. Well, I narrowed it down to just three and I wrote fan mail. I didn't ask for anything - like an autograph or whatever - that just doesn't do it for me. I just thought I would let these people know that they have played a role in my life and how much I appreciate that they do the things that they do. And kids - this is so hard to do. Without sounding like some weirdo stalker. Or a dorky little kid. I advise you to give it a shot and I think you will see why you don't write fan mail.
The three I chose will come as no surprise to anyone who reads my blog with regularity: Amy Sedaris, Bill Kurtis and David Letterman. I told Amy the story of how I took a huge stack of her entertaining books from the humour section of a large bookstore and moved it over to the cooking section [she was very insistent that it was not a humour book - that it was a real guide for home entertaining - I can attest that it is both] and about how much I enjoy her appearances on Letterman. I told Mr. Kurtis [he's too much of a cool old guy for me to call by his first name] how I have been watching him since I was a little one and how he inspired me to always dig deeper and to study journalism and that we share the whole turnaround on the whole capital punishment thing. And Dave - well, he's my TV dad so I told him that [in a highly senstive/non-creepy way], relating how I grew up watching him with my dad, eventually realizing that the three of us had the same zany sense of humour and also how I admired him for being such a grouchy bastard who never fails to give people the gears.
Seriously. This was difficult. Try it.
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