Meatballs are browning in olive oil. Two large onions and two whole heads of garlic are minced. Brasciole is coming to room temperature. Parsley and basil are cleaned and chopped. It’s going to be a good day.
Moe is already pacing expectantly. Going to be a while yet, little man.
Moe has been living in NYC with my wife for the last five months and has gotten snotty and soft. He now whimpers when he wants something. If you are in bed eating he will walk right over and attempt to pluck food out of your damn mouth. He used to look up at me and await my permission before attacking his bowl, now I have to alpha his fuzzy little butt into waiting on my command. Bastard spent the last four days pushing me away so he could snuggle up to my wife. After he was wrapped up in her arms he’d look over and give me the stinkeye.
Well all that is over now. The Wife is going to Disneyworld, then LA, then Chicago, then back to NYC over the next three weeks so Moe came to the Burgh with me. He gets three weeks of hanging out with the guys where he will learn how to fart, smoke cigars, crack tasteless jokes and eat poorly. Daddy is back in charge and Moe is going to become a little man again. Time to get this dog right.
You motherfuckers pulled over nine people (that I saw) while driving from NYC to Pittsburgh today. That’s nine people you pulled over and ticketed who were driving home during daylight hours on a holiday weekend. Certainly they were all speeding, and you were technically correct in pulling them over. Traffic was dense enough, however, on a two lane highway that there is no possibility that these people were driving at an overly excessive speed. One had no choice but to drive with the flow of traffic. This was about generating revenue, plain and simple. The literal definition of highway robbery. Shame on you.
The screening invitations just came out, and I have to say the mere thought of this film makes me ill. I mean, really? A coming of age story set in the aftermath of 9/11. Directed by Stephen Daldry, the cinematic criminal behind the greatly overhyped “The Hours” and the execrable “The Reader”. Starring increasingly Oscar-desperate Tom Hanks and Sandra Bullock? While I, like many of you, lived through 9/11 and the aftermath pretty directly that is not even remotely what bothers me about this film. Daldry already used the Welsh coal miners strike and the Holocaust as cheap plot devices, this isn’t any worse. No, what truly upsets me is everyone involved’s complicity in such a shamelessly self-serving, hamfistedly obvious attempt at emotional manipulation and Oscar baiting. I’m somewhat shocked neither lead is playing a severely handicapped yet lovable character. This offended me as a movie lover and nothing more. Ugh.
Especially when you marry into an Italian-American family. When I visit the wife’s family for thanksgiving they are going to stuff me like a hog, and I eagerly await the food sweats that will result. For my part I will arrive bearing:
Two lbs of homemade calabrese salami
One gallon fresh caramel corn from Pittsburg Popcorn Co.
Two bottles Boyd and Blair vodka
One large jar of kimchi from a resto in Koreatown
Two loaves onion and poppy bread from Kossars
One quart news and one quart half sours from The Pickle Guys
Let’s not get into all of the possible reasons why you might be spending Thanksgiving in a restaurant this year. Whatever the reason, if you find yourself dining out on Turkey Day, you owe it to yourself to eat well. After all, this is the glutton’s holiday. Here are a few restaurants with…
Not a jet plane, but I’ll point the SUV east tomorrow and drive until I’m home, with my Wife and Moe. Gotta play the traveling music. Can’t take it anymore, I need to get back to the East Village. Wasn’t planning on going until Tuesday but I can’t wait any longer.
Not going to call the wifey, so I’ll get yelled at for showing up unexpectedly. Still, it’s the spontaneity that keeps a marriage fresh, no?
The other night we were out shooting car stunts. We assembled our convoy, which included cars driven by stunt drivers, a large camera crane mounted on a flatbed, and the Movie Star driving a jacked-up 70’s muscle car. We rolled several times, working on closed roads we had the police blocking off.
At one point a completely oblivious civilian couple in a minivan somehow managed to slip past the cops and pull right into the middle of our pack of cars. Right behind the Movie Star in his vehicle. Seeing them and making the car as a bogey he did the best thing possible. He punched it, leaving some rubber and smoke as he blew away from them. After a short distance he threw on the parking brake and executed a perfect j-turn, spinning 180 degrees and screaming to a stop facing the minivan. They, utterly freaked out by the unexpected move, slammed on their brakes and came to a stop staring at the Movie Star from ten feet away.
Now THAT is a story they are going to tell their grandchildren.
Does anyone remember when Tumblr used to be useful?
Well, by “useful” I meant, like, Gawker Comments useful. It was the rail that you could put your ear toward to hear culture coming if you were already intending to be lying in the trackbed. Also, it was a way to find people who…