Sweet Comic Valentine Or, Happy Valentine’s Day 2012

A couple of years ago, Augs made me this awesome Valentine’s Day slideshow.

It featured Ron Livingston…and a series of disparaging captions touting Augs’ superiority over the most attractive man in Hollywood/the known universe.

This was the final image.

Those blue lines are tears. See, he’s sad because Augs is better than him. Yeah…

So, to the man who lets me eat off his plate, dances with me, kisses my shoulder and works to make me laugh even though he knows I’m an easy mark – Happy Valentine’s Day. I love you the most.

Yes. Even more than Ron Livingston.

Real World/Road Rules Challenge: Battle of the Exes Recapstasy Or, Episode One: Love is a Battlefield

Welcome to the Ex Games!

The Real World (and now defunct Road Rules) is about one thing. No, not exploring new places and cultures while learning about the multifaceted pastiche that is America. It’s about swapping as much bodily fluid as possible, So the 22nd season kicks off with 24 human petri dishes looking to win big.

At the center of this shitstorm of cray is host and champion BMXer, TJ Lavin. For those new to the Recapstasy – we love Teej, Our boy is sane, rational, fair and the best person on the show. If I may be so bold as to bite from Fitzgerald, Teej believes in you as you would like to believe in yourself. And nowhere is this more evident than when he says, “You killed it!”

Contestants are covered in this post, fake fantasy (Team Dirty Half Dozen) is covered here and as for the game itself? The song remains the same:

All contestants participate in a Challenge.
Winners of the Challenge gain immunity and celebrate by vodka-punching their liver.
Losers of the Challenge (and a team picked by the winners) are thrown into The Dome — a winner-takes-all battle royale whose name is meant to evoke imagery of Thunderdome…or Mark Long’s receding hair line.
Dome winners get to stay and play another day; losers pack their bags and head home. Maybe there’s some hate sex thrown in there too. I don’t know.

Everyone up to speed? Alright, let’s get down to business.

The cast lands in the land of easy divorce – the Dominican Republic – and gather in The Dome to partner up.

Immediately, Jasmine and Tyrie start sniping at each other, Leroy admits to being scared of Naomi, which makes sense because she’s pretty explicit about her desire to murder Leroy and any girl with whom he hooks up and Mandi says she doesn’t plan on kissing anything but the final paycheck. That’s cute, Blondie but we all know that’s not true because dude, you dated Wes! Standards — you do not has them, Mandi.

Teej explains the stakes:

First place goes home with $150K
Second place earn a cool $100K
Third place earn $40K.

The house is lush and decorated with framed photographs of each couple. Some are sweet and some, like the one of Wes and Mandi actually engaging in intercourse are just gross. Oh, not because of the act. More because the idea of Wes copulating with anyone/thing is enough to inspire a Tim Gunn-ian vow of celibacy, if not a mad desire to plunge your genitals into lye.

Too much? Too much.

Onto the Challenge!

Challenge: Give Me Some Honey

Two platforms suspended above the water and connected by a beam.

The contestants have 10 minutes to transfer honey from a bathtub to a container using only their bodies. So basically, the cast mates are to slather themselves in the honey, slip-and-slide across the beam to the other platform where their teammate is waiting to scrub all the honey off into a pot. Then, they switch it up.

Unlike previous challenges, falling into the water does not result in an immediate disqualification.

Yeah. It’s just as disgusting as it sounds and is ruining honey for me. Wait, is that Kenny? No? OK, back to being disgusted again.

Before the challenge starts, CT tells Diem that he’s going to molest her when they get up there in order to procure a win. You know what? Here, take my purse. Just please don’t hurt me, CT.

The game gets under way and the contestants are doing way better than I expected. Zito and Heather scare the vets by performing really well and Dustin busts out with, “This is way thicker than I thought it would be.” I get the feeling he’s said that sentence before. Mark and Robin fill the entire bucket before the time limit expires and CT almost falls off the beam but is saved by his “cat-like reflexes.” The same cannot be said for Nate whose chunky butt falls off the beam four times and you know what that means.

Teams Bananas+Camilla and Mark+Paula go head to head to determine who will be the power couple.

Bananas and Camilla win the challenge easily and even better, Camilla gets some serious love from Teej who proclaims her to be tough.

Challenge Winners:  Bananas and Camilla

Challenge Losers: Nate and Priscilla

And now, my favorite part of the game – the politicking.

Wes wants to get under Camilla’s skin and read her like a book. Nice mixed metaphor there, Gingerbread. Unfortunately, Wes is a moron and doesn’t play “the game” nearly as well as Bananas and gets shut the fuck down, leading him to be mad at his mouth.

Yes, he actually said that.

Dome Contestants: Nate and Priscilla versus Wes and Mandi. Holy shit, Bananas. Way to destroy your enemy alliance right off the bat.

Dome Challenge: X Knocks The Spot.

The goal is to jump and duck to avoid being knocked off a platform by a slowly rotating fan blade.

Priscilla gets knocked off early, leaving Nate to shoulder this burden all on his lonesome. He’s going to go until he dies, though….until he gets bumped off 15 minutes later.

Adios San Diegans. You stay classy.

Dome Winners: Wes and Mandi

Back at the house, CT and Diem are having a serious discussion about their relationship. Lots of messy feelings there and I’m sure they’ll come to a head soon enough.

Recapstasy:

The Dirty Half Dozen are off to a lame start. All points this week were accrued by the Ginger Ninja himself:

Winning the elimination challenge: +10 (Wes)
References to “The Game”: +5 (Wes)

A grand total of 15. Man, I miss Adam R. Why they hell aren’t he and Nany on this show? I would be swimming in points.

And finally:

Quote of the Week: “Can someone please kill me in my sleep so I don’t have to do the Challenge tomorrow?” — Naomi.

Obviously, girl is in it to win it.

I’m with Liz Lemon’s Dream Man

Liz Lemon: I’ll tell you what I do want. I want someone who will be monogamous, and nice to his mother. And I want someone who likes musicals, but knows to just shut his mouth when I’m watching ‘Lost.’ And I want someone who thinks being really into cars is lame and strip clubs are gross. I want someone who will actually empty the dishwasher instead of just taking out forks as needed like I do. I want someone with clean hands and feet, and beefy forearms like a damn Disney prince! And I want him to genuinely like me, even when I’m old.

- Monogamous — Check.
- Nice to his mom — He’s at the hospital with her right now (love you, Peg! Good thoughts!)
- Likes musicals — The Producers, Title of Show…. the man knows the Great White Way, but not in a creepy, Jazz-Handsy Nathan Laney kind of way. Also, I really, really want to see The Addams Family musical.
- Knows to just shut his mouth when watching Lost — So check we’re into plaid (shut up, that’s an awesome joke).
- Being into cars is lame and strip clubs are gross — Yup because you know what? When you look at most strippers in natural light, they’re kinda craggy and grimy. Just sayin’.
- Empties the dishwasher instead of just taking out forks as need — Checkish but we both do this.
- Clean hands and feet – Check.
- Beefy forearms like a damn Disney prince — Disney Princes look a little too Situation-y for me, so I’m gonna stick with what I’ve got.
- Genuinely likes me, even when I’m old — And also when I’m sick, cranky, tired and generally abhorrent.

Also, he’s from the Philly suburbs, has great taste in movies and is always up to grab a bite.

Liz Lemon — Your dream man exists and he’s with me. Shit luck, but I am totally willing to share him if you hook me up with a cherry job at TGS/Ron Livingston. Hey, it’s til death do you part; not til ficitional character materializes in the real world and lays claim to your man.

Nonpareils #3

- Starbucks is offering a Dark Cherry Mocha? This sounds pretty glorious and I’m already daydreaming about drinking it iced while sitting in the sunshine and reading about Tuscany, Turkey, Greece or Brazil. Can you tell that I’ve got a serious case of wanderlust? Since neither of my banks (vacation and monetary) agree with the idea of me travelling, it looks like I’m going to have to sate that lust by merely reading about these amazing places.

- Mike Jeffries, CEO of Abercrombie and Fitch, is totally creepy. Also, you can tell how dated this article is because one of the A&F employees is checking his Friendster messages. Yep — Friendster.

- My birthday is in a week. I am not excited. At all. No idea what I want. No idea what I’m doing. Nothing. This is so unlike me.

- The library book sale is in six weeks. I am stoked. I seriously need to start trolling Craigslist for a bigger bookcase.

- So, let’s say you’ve got this boyfriend and lately, he’s been a little negligent. Not a lot of real communication going on and he lets you down. A lot. BUT, dude’s got good intentions and he swears he’ll make it up to you. In fact, he’s taking you to Paris! You pack your bags, step off the plane and realize that you’re in Paris, Texas. Dub Tee Fail.

THIS is what Lost has been like for me this season. I keep buying all their hype about how questions will be answered and faithfully tune in every week, but every single goddamn week, I get off the plane and end up in Paris, Texas where nothing happens (no offense intended to anyone who does live there. I’m sure it’s a perfectly lovely place and the fact that you have an abundance of Tex-Mex eateries is always a good thing for a girl who loves chips and salsa) and I leave with even more questions than when I began my journey.

Look Darlton — I get it, OK? I do. You want the final half of the season to be an asskicking juggernaut that leaves fans and spectators breathless. But dudes, you have GOT to start injecting some life into these episodes! Seriously! I cannot handle watching people stalk around the goddamn jungle anymore! Verb it up a little!

Also, I have this theory. Let me know what you think:

According to last night’s episode – the only thing Sayid ever wanted died in his arms, correct?
Oh. OK. Gotta be Nadia….
…but you know who else died in the arms of Mr. Jarrah? Shannon Rutherford.

I’m thinking that Flocke makes good on his promise and delivers a certain blonde back to Wild Monkey Island.

Thoughts? Comments? Character assassinations because I dared defame Lost? Cookies?

Update

A recap of my morning thus far:

- Leave for work late since we had to wait on the snow plows.
- Open front door (located directly underneath a covered awning) and realize two things: 1) The wind blew snow all the way up to our front door. 2) We can’t see the steps leading up to the front door.
- Navigate snow-covered steps and experience life flashing before eyes.
- Scrape snow off car and in doing so, manage to whack myself in the face with a shovel. Granted, the shovel was made of plastic, but still. I whacked myself IN THE FACE with it. No bueno, dudes. No bueno.
- Singalong with Augs to Dave Matthews’ Ants Marching. Discover we don’t know all the words. At all.
- Realize the drive isn’t that bad as long as we take it slow.
- Cross third traffic light and immediately start to question status as first world nation. Road basically looks like the set from John Carpenter’s The Thing.
- Get quasi-stuck in a snow bank. Augs somehow manages to get us unstuck and in doing so, becomes my hero.
- Decide to trek up to the Blue Route.
- Pass by the Philadelphia Pretzel Factory located right next to Starbucks. Do not stop. Do not purchase Americano the size of head and steaming hot soft pretzel. Continue to work.
- Arrive at work. Step into the cold. Immediately lose sensation in extremities.
- Mentally kick self for not purchasing aforementioned coffee and soft pretzel.
- Have started regaining sensation in extremities.

I’ll keep you posted.

Edit: 8:07 p.m.

- Spent a quality chunk of time at the office.
- Try to win tickets to Dave Matthews concert via radio station. Fail.
- Come home to find a delivery from Mark. Discover that I love the smell of lemon sugar.
- Eat pizza, shower, change into a shirt from 2001 and start feeling human again.
- Realize Real Time with Bill Maher is on tonight. Rejoice!
- Make plans with Augs to hit up Shutter Island and Classic Diner tomorrow.
- Day ends up being much better than it started.

Holy Shit, I Love You!

Yes. Originally uploaded by CrissyAlright

I found this image on Flickr a few years ago and immediately added it to my Faves. It’s a pretty perfect piece of graffiti — large, bold and to-the-point.

These simple words struck a chord with me as I basically spend my life effervescing with cheeky enthusiasm upon discovering something new.

So, right now — Holy Shit, I Love:

- Feather butterflies.
- Turquoise and red — a color combination I seriously need to implement more of in my wardrobe.
- Coffee at the Classic Diner. It’s pretty glorious. Ditto the multi-grain toast.
- The fact that Augs went out in a snowstorm to get us hot chocolate.

Good bread is the most fundamentally satisfying of all foods; and good bread with fresh butter, the greatest of feasts – James Beard

Bread. Originally uploaded by Segerius-Bruce Photography

Not to sound like some Atkins-starved psychopath or a total pothead, but I’m pretty sure that bread, like music, proves that there is magic in the world.

Flour + Yeast + Water + Heat = Bread.

OK. Fine. Yes. Technically, this is chemistry.

BUT, bite into a soft dinner roll, still steaming hot. Or a buttery, flaky croissant, olive-oil kissed foccacia or a chewy, salty naan and try to convince yourself that there are not forces greater than chemistry at work here.

These simple, rudimentary elements transform and essentially blossom with heat. They go from doughy, sticky, relatively unattractive and half-formed to utterly sublime.

And it got me thinking about people.

When touched by heat of passion (be it ardor for another person, love of a band or the unmitigated joy you feel when you bite into a perfectly prepared sandwich), we change. From misshapen doughballs to fully formed individuals. This heat gives them a purpose – be it to spend the rest of their lives with that one person, attend all the shows, learn all the words and buy all the merch or to consume that sandwich with the ferocity of a ravenous zombie horde.

I get the feeling that most people wander around partially cooked — still doughy on the inside

I don’t want to be like that — half-formed and fully unaware of all the wonder around me. I want to start paying more attention and taking better notice of the world around me. Essentially, I want to fall in love every day with something new.

And right now, I think love starts with a cup of coffee and a hot, buttered bagel.