I want to keep unfucking my pile of unpacked boxes, but TWO people I know have recently posted (one on Tumblr and one on Facebook) about hurting themselves by going overboard. And I can feel my hand starting to twinge a bit. I am going to stop, even though the end is in sight… but I feel like this will also make it much easier to rouse myself to get started cleaning again. The end is near! Aaaaaah!
Also, I was going “Hmmmm where should I store my cane? I know, right next to my bookshelf, with all of my meds and braces and other sickie accessories. Sicksessories. SUCCESSORIES!” So now I am going to call all of my chronic illness paraphernalia my Successories.
Halupki were a success! Hooray! Definitely labor-intensive, but I think worth it if I am having a craving.
This morning, bacon, eggs, and hash browns. Still getting used to the new stove and had it too hot and set off the smoke detectors. Fortunately, it was after everyone was up, so not too tragic. Hooray for feeding people.
I am breaking The First Rule of Hostessing, in that I am making a recipe for the very first time when we have guests coming over tonight.
But I have been craving halupki (stuffed cabbage) and it’s expensive to buy it so I figured what’s the worse that can happen? So far, the worst that can happen is:
1) When making halupki, and the instructions say to core the cabbage, and you Google that and it says that you should quarter the cabbage first, that is not the way to do it. I’m not sure what the way IS, but that ain’t it. My leaves were way too small.
2) The recipe made like twice as much meat stuffing stuff as I needed. So I’m going to make the rest into patties so we can eat it as hamburgers. This was Claire’s suggestion; I was thinking I would just find something else to stuff maybe tomorrow (shells?), but patties works.
And absolute worst case scenario is we eat the pierogies with salad or something. (Pierogies are store-bought, Mrs. T’s. Gonna deep-fry some onions in bacon fat and then use the remaining fat to cook the pierogies. As much as I want to make store-bought pierogies, I’m not going to do that on the same day I make something else for the first time. And also I’m going to hold off until we have countertops for that one.)
It is with great privilege that I can finally announce a ridiculous art show that I collaborated on with talented painter Bruce White called “Velvetmania.” It truly is spectacular.
Through some magical skill of persuasion that I still don’t understand, I was able to convince Bruce to create a show idea I had - to paint over 35 BLACK VELVET portraits of my favorite old school wrestlers from the 80’s and 90’s, and now the world can see them all in person. Working with Bruce to carefully choose the subjects may have been one of the most exciting experiences I’ve yet to achieve artistically. Imagine my expression when I got to ask him, “Can you Google Giant Gonzalez?” It opens THIS FRIDAY NIGHT, at G1988 (West), from 7-10 PM, and the artist will be in attendance. Each piece is more stunning than the next, capturing the era and personality of each larger than life wrestler perfectly. You won’t know whether to laugh or compare it to the Mona Lisa. From the world renown to the obscure, Bruce & I made sure to depict every legend of the squared circle.
I would love to see you this Friday night at 7308 Melrose Ave in Los Angeles, as even after 10 years of owning a gallery, this may just be the show most connected to my terrible mind - and all produced by the genius Bruce White, widely regarded as the world’s premiere black velvet painter.
Stacks?! No, no, no, no. Daddy Warbucks or nothing. And why isn’t Jamie Foxx bald?
I know there’s been a lot of people flipping out about characters being cast with non-white actors. Couldn’t care less, really - as long as the actors are good, I don’t care who’s cast. But, goddamnit, Annie was adopted by a bald, eyeless war profiteer who all but masturbated on FDR’s grave when he died! That’s half the magic!
Pffft, not in the musical. In the musical, they lick FDR’s taint like it’s made of strawberries. So long as this movie loves that socialist Obama, it’s staying 100% true!
I can tell I’m starting to get hormonal because this trailer made me tear up.
I like to ramble. Sometimes, I ramble about pie. And now, descriptive words and phrases: short; dog person; picks things up and puts them down; lesbian; Crohnie; frequently cold; eats food; air breather; has a dog who is sometimes a good dog (mostly when asleep); was born at one point; angry feminist; likes warm quilts