Monday, January 31, 2011

Lost in the Seven Herbs and Spices

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    When you legitimately cannot go to sleep, you have difficulty. And when you watch Internet television you have no time. There is absolutely no timetable that you adhere to. You are cast afloat in a sea of time. Just a straight number of hours that meet each other at the number twelve. I need something to punctuate time, something to ground it, to stick a tack in it as a waypoint. But there is nothing of the sort.

    So here I am, three o'clock in the morning, watching Internet television when a commercial comes on. A commercial for hunger in New York City. In the commercial they have all of these celebrities saying how nobody is hungry in this country, and that there is nothing that they have to do about it, but they are obviously being sarcastic. Besides, words are flashing next to their heads how 1.3 Million New Yorkers need Food Assistance.

    Oh how right they are. A McDonalds job just can't feed the whole family anymore. Funny, did it ever? That's why kids want nothing to do with these types of jobs. They make so little money for the effort. Why not sell crack cocaine and make a real killing for the same amount of time? That's the logic. And the logic here is food pantries and soup kitchens to aid starving New Yorkers. Basically, dry goods galore of foods that you've never seen before. Brands from third world nations. Generally tasteless foods or foods that don't taste anywhere NEAR where they are supposed to.

    In the commercial, they say that starving is a bummer. Hey, maybe I'm being fucking picky here, being that it's on television and all, but honestly, starving is a fucking bitch with a bad attitude. The bad thing about starving is that you KNOW it's COMING. You are running out of food days before its over. To me I think rationing is bullshit. I eat just the way I want to. This amount, that amount, filling myself up and hurry up and run out of food. Now I'll go four days hungry instead of eight days half full. I find half full more annoying than having nothing. It's like you're toying with yourself.

    Go ahead and starve. Get it over with. That's the problem. You dwell on it in fear as as if it will kill you to miss several meals. You'll survive, trust me. Just drink a whole lot of water. A whole lot. Every time you feel a hunger pang, fill up a glass with water and drink it. If you're like me then you'll piss like a busted New York water main pipe, but at least you keep the walls of your stomach from rubbing together. That you don't want to happen.

    Like the commercial says, that shit's a bummer. I can tell you that shit's a fucking bitch. When that happens you mentally feel fucked. Your body feels fucked. You feel fucked. It's just a fucked up experience, but I tell you the truth, after two or three days, when your body realizes that YOU ARE NOT GOING TO FEED IT, it stops with the fucking hunger pangs. Yep, they just go away because, it seems, your body is pretty smart. You stomach realizes that if you are not answering its calls for sustenance then you can't give it what it wants, so why continue to keep asking?

    After that, you skate. Although you do get noticeably weaker and slower.  You even get tired and seek chairs, couches, and beds faster, just to take a load off. Now, your body is starving. This is true starvation. It's not hungry where it's been an hour and you didn't eat. It's real starvation. Your body is using up fat so fast that it's wearing you down. The cool thing at this point? You enter into a state of Nirvana. Yeah, you get high and you stay high. An elevated sense of self, a higher viewpoint, whatever you want to call it, you are really enlightened. This is probably why wise men fasted to gain an epiphany. It sure feels like one will come.

    Another thing about starving for more than three days. DON'T RUSH BACK INTO FOOD. You will have the most terrific stomach cramps known to man and may require hospitalization. Go slow. Lots of water and a few bites at a time. Be good to yourself after being so bad. You've got to give it a break, or it will break you.

    Yeah, 1.3 million? And that shit's a bummer?
    Trust me, there's not enough stupidly rich celebrites in this city to feed all of the poor. That number is going to grow, trust me.

    And then it will be a fucking bitch.

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RED HOT Coming Attractions for February!

    by Jeanne Adams

    It's RED HOT February!

    Its going to be an amazing month around the Lair, folks. We have a line up that you just won't believe.

    Along with all the usual wonderfulness of the Bandita's, one of the coolest things this month is that we're partnering with the American Heart Association to highlight the dangers of heart disease.

    Did you know that heart disease is the number one killer of women, rather than breast cancer as most people would guess? Well, it is! So, to help all our wonderful Bandita Buddies and any of our male Bandita Buddies lady friends, we'll be giving a tip-a-day every day this month to help improve heart health. Some of these tips will get you moving, and others will give you something to think about.

    So be sure to stick with us and check back every day, especially if your heart's acting up. Grins. In the meantime, check it out at:

    http://www.GoRedforWomen.org/index.aspx

    Oh, and today's tip from the AHA: Rather than tempting your beloved with chocolates, consider a gift that has more permanence. Search for a poem that describes your feelings and write it on beautiful paper for a handmade Valentine.

    (Although dark chocolate CAN be good for you....and if you look at the 14th you'll see that we're ALL about poems!)

    We kick off the Fabulosity of February with the red-hot Jessica Anderson's return to the Lair.

    Bandita Nancy and Jessica will talk about Jessica's latest novella, set in the NIGHTKEEPER'S Universe, CRYSTAL SKULL. This romantic jungle adventure features two of the winnikin, the Nightkeepers aides.

    Enjoy the discussion with Jessica as they talk about Jessica's part of the ON THE HUNT paranormal romance anthology.



    On February 3, Jana Oliver makes her first appearance in the Lair. She'll talk with Bandita Nancy about her YA Urban Fantasy, The Demon Trapper's Daughter, which frankly looks absolutely fabulous.

    On February 4, Bandita Nancy, our resident guest-hosting mavin, is back again with the ever-popular Laura Anne Gilman.

    Laura Anne will pop in to chat about PACK OF LIES, the second installment in her Paranormal Scene Investigations her urban fantasy series.

    On February 6th, the wonderfully witty Janet Mullaney will be back with Bandita Christie to talk about her latest release, MR. BISHOP AND THE ACTRESS.

    Feburary 7th The fabulous, historical romance author extraordinaire Tiffany Clare (http://www.tiffanyclare.com/) returns as Bandita Anna Campbell's guest to talk about her second book, THE SEDUCTION OF HIS WIFE!

    And on February 8th, put on your dancing shoes for the terhand doel Absolutely Fabulous Valentine's Ball! There will be fun, dancing, prizes, and a revelry beyond compare.

    On February 9th join us for the return of Mr. Romance, when the inimitable Brad Parks returns to the Lair.

    He's sure to woo all our regulars and lurkers with his fabulous brand of Brad Parks wit. Oh, and he has a new book out too....

    On February 11th, we're thrilled to have Regency historical romance writer and Word Wench Cara Elliott visit with Bandita Christine to chat about her sexy new release, TO TEMPT A RAKE.

    There will be no stopping the terrific trio that will be invading the Lair on Saturday, February 12th. Join Bandita Christie Kelly as she hosts Sally Mackenzie, Vanessa Kelley and Kaitlin O'Riley for a rousing, what-a-red-month, good time.

    Ahhhh, Valentine's Day! On THE RED DAY, February 14 the we'll have a very special gues in the esteemed heart doctor, Dr. Robertson, Chief Cardiologist from American Heart Association. For a barrel of fun and frivolity along with some seriously wicked good tips for keeping your heart healthy, we'll have the Terribly Heartfelt, Amazingly Unstable Wacky Love Poems Day.

    Dr. Robertson will be with us not only to discuss heart health, but to judge the poetry, limericks, and haiku for 5 prizes along with a heartfelt basket of something or another from AHA and from the Banditas

    On February 25th mystery author Linda O. Johnston will be Bandita Kate's guest on to launch her fabulous new Pet Rescue mystery series, starting with BEAGLEMANIA! We'll all be going to the dogs in very best way!

    Which, of course fits right in with our whole Go Red, Valentines theme since the Amazing, Annual Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show is on TV starting with four groups on Valentine's Day, the 14th, and finishing with three groups and Best in Show on the 15th. It's a ton of fun to watch, and may the best dog win!

    (I'll be rooting for the Dalmatian and the Irish Water Spaniel, how 'bout you?)
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Lil Mama Jumps On Stage While The Game Performs "300 & Running" In Brooklyn [2005]

Ace Hood Speaks On His Hustle Hard Record & Remix With Lil Wayne + T-Pain Straight Clownin!

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    His sister is taking care of everything. Press release is coming later today. He’s now home ok, but he’s in need of surgery which you can help him pay it. I’ll post if there are any more updates. Hip Hop is so beautiful… Thanks to everyone for the love… Kool Herc is a trending topic!

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A Warning

Pregnant in Paris

    This weekend, my mom dug out a bunch of old photos from when she was pregnant with Lucy and me. They were so much fun to see. My parents had just moved from the U.S. to France, and they thought they were having just one baby (they didn't expect twins!). My mom described what the experience was like...

    "When we moved to Paris, I was already pregnant and very excited," my mom told me. "We went to French restaurants every night and explored Paris and surrounding towns on the weekends. During the day while Dad worked, I would walk through Le Vésinet, a beautiful residential district, to St. Germain en Laye, where I would have tea and a croissant and write letters home. Some days I would go swimming at a public indoor pool on the way back. I had a fitted black maternity suit--very sexy and French! Once on the way home, I was craving a hamburger, so I stopped for lunch. It was delicious. As I left the cafe, I saw a poster with an outline of a horse, saying that the special of the day was hamburger a la cheval!"

    "During my pregnancy, Daddy and I called the baby 'Freddie' and whenever we visited a gorgeous French cathedral--Notre Dame, Chartres--we would always light a candle for 'Freddie.' "

    "In early January, I was eight months pregnant. My belly was quite big, and my doctor was worried that something might be wrong. Dad was on a business trip, so I went alone to the Hôpital Américain de Paris for a sonogram...

    "I was lying on my back with the cold jelly on my belly and the technician said, 'Je vois un bébé.' I smiled, and he kept working. Then he said, 'Ooh la la! Je vois deux bébés.' I was stunned! Twins! He kept working and then he exclaimed, 'Mon dieu, je vois trois bébés!' Triplets! He was a bit flustered and wanted a second opinion so said he was going to get a doctor and left the room. I lay there thinking, 'Hmm. I only have two arms, but I am going to have three babies!' When the two doctors came back, they took another look and finally said, 'Madame, you are definitely having two babies only!' I thought, 'Only two! That'll be a cinch!' Later I wondered if they had worked some clever psychology on me..."

    "When I left the hospital that afternoon, I was so excited. I passed a little shop and spotted this cute mouse doll with two mouse babies! I bought it, and when I met Dad at the airport the next day, I gave it to him. He was perplexed and just looked at it (Why was I giving him a stuffed mouse?). Then it dawned on him, 'Oh my gosh! Are you serious?' He was shocked but thrilled. The next week we lit candles at a church for 'the Freddies!' "

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A Message From Mr. Spock

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    "I'm still trying to understand the logic behind this blog. It seems to me that Hobobob is a very sick and twisted individual with severe mental problems, and yet he is given a device like this blog to reach thousands of people, which in and of itself is illogical. But Gawdamn, I enjoy reading this fucker! There is absolutely nothing like him on my home planet of Vulcan. To this end I say, keep it up you sick sonofabitch."

    - Signed
    Mr. Spock
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Happy birthday, Lucy!

Animal Kingdom

    The first shot in David Michod's Australian crime opus is a stunner.  Josh (James Frecheville), 17 years old, sits on the couch in a small apartment watching a game show. His mother appears to be sleeping on the couch beside him. Then the door opens and the paramedics enter. They inquire as to the situation. Josh detached, almost uninterested, explains his mother has overdosed on heroin. He stands as the paramedics tend to his mother and as they do Josh does a most interesting thing - he briefly turns his attention back to the game show. His mother has od'd and is about to be pronounced dead but for a moment there the TV is just a little more interesting. You could serve up a three-and-a-half hour voiceover describing every detail of Josh's past and not have it say as much as this shot.


    So Josh goes to live with his mother's sister Janine (Jackie Weaver), who had an eternal falling out with his mom over a game of cards and lords over a home that is a much more sinister, much less fun-loving version of Jack Horner's home in "Boogie Nights." Her three sons comprise a band of Melbourne bank robbers who are led by the quietly frightening Baz (Joel Edgerton), though the bank robberies are nowhere near the film's point. In fact, the only robbery glimpsed is done in stark black and white, security camera photos over the film's opening credits, accompanied by its understated, creepy, electronic score. Indeed, Michod's focus here is on the mental and the internal as opposed to the more traditional gunfire and chases.

    As a protagonist, Josh is less than magnetic, possessing next to no charisma. He is sullen and withdrawn. But then 17 year old male teenagers are rarely magnetic and charismatic. They are often sullen and withdrawn. They are often searching for some sort of direction, particularly if they are dealt a hand in life similar to that of Josh's who now, with nowhere else to turn, is essentially forced into the family business in a short sequence where Baz presses a gun into Josh's hand and encourages him to chase off a few hooligans on the street. One of the film's saddest but most poignant scenes involves Josh's girlfriend Nicky (Laura Wheelwright), taking him home and asking her parents if he can stay with them a short while, this most common of living situations coming across like Shangri-la when compared to the aforementioned opening shot. (There is another brief moment involving Nicky in which her mom, played by Susan Prior, explains how difficult it is for her to cope with the fact her daughter is sleeping with her boyfriend that contains an intelligence, a delicateness, and a maturity that the last 500 teenage movies put together you've seen don't possess.)

    He winds up staying there because events involving his criminal brothers and their friend, as they must, spiral out of control in ways I will refrain from revealing. Suffice it to say Josh is brought into the fold against his will and a gentle detective, Leckie (Guy Pearce), will keep on Josh to help him with the investigation since he can sense the 17 year old clearly knows more than he lets on while Josh's family, particularly Pope (Ben Mendohlson), an embodiment of the term Loose Cannon, makes veiled and then not so veiled threats to keep his mouth shut.



    As the behind the scenes matriarch, Jackie Weaver, recent Best Supporting Actress Oscar Nominee, is earning most of the praise and it's a performance of decided sneakiness in the way she shows us everything with the lightest and most graceful of gestures, like in those unsettling on-the-lips kisses she gives to her sons. What's more, the role, as written, is extravagant in its patience. The expectation is a riff on Angela Lansbury in "The Manchurian Candidate", terrorizing and pulling the strings from offstage. Yet for much of the movie she strikes you as entirely maternal, often seen in the background of shots stirring something or other in a pot on the stove. She isn't completely clueless, she's aware of her sons' and their ally's misdeeds, she enables, but she also seems content to remain on the sidelines and keep out of harm's way. For awhile the viewer may honestly wonder why this turn has generated so much fuss. Ah, patience, viewer, patience, because once she's needed her performance goes hypersonic - figuratively, only figuratively. That's the key. The change is subtle but clear and can be registered through those eyes and through her voice which remains maternal but transforms into maternally menacing. It's really rather amazing to witness. Who's ringmaster of this circus? Jacki Weaver, that's who.

    Maybe. Weaver's work deserves the accolades but ultimately "Animal Kingdom" itself belongs to Josh. It takes the film's entire running time to get Josh to where he needs to. The boy has become a man except then you realize that perhaps the film's greatest tragedy is that he never actually got any time to be a boy. Source URL: http://afrenchkitchengardenweekend.blogspot.com/2011/01/
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Sunday, January 30, 2011

Anne Hathaway in Marni: tragic or cute?

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    These pictures of Anne Hathaway at a press screening of Rio, an animated film in which Anne has done a voice.
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    This is not the prime minister, is the selection process, so no need to wear their best clothes for Anna or something. And maybe the problem - it's like Anna with "random" team games.
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    I mean ... Marni Rachel Zoe get this up and down it? Or not entirely Anna? Really, really want to think they chose a sweater.
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    It's like a version of the high culture of the 90's something, would have led to Freddy Krueger.
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    And the pants would be nice ... in another situation. How, without the sweater.
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    But I can not hate Ann. She is beautiful and talented, and Rachel Zoe stops to put on the worst shit I do on the Internet.
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    I have high hopes for her and James Franco at the Oscars - as owner, I think he was surprised at the end of each of us and eliminate the park, press a thumb.

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The Legion of Super Losers

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    It's amazing living the life that I live.

    There is something new and humiliating every day that will happen to you. And much of it does nothing but lower your self esteem. Trust me, if you want to keep your self-esteem, then don't become homeless. Homelessness causes you to accept anything from anyone no matter how flimsy or low. No matter how degrading or vile, why? Because that's the way you feel about yourself on the inside.

    You're just a cog in the whirling wheels of society, chewing up shit and shitting it back out. You are basically nothing, subsisting off others, like a leech. Keep your head up, is the old refrain. My question is, why? Why the fuck would you want to do that? Especially when you are wearing someone else's clothes that largely don't fit. Someone else shoes. Their food. Their lives. You have nothing to really call your own. Even your laptop, your baby that you can't live without is not yours but a loan from friends until you can pay for it.

    So why not have a fun and degrading day? Hey! Don't look at it so bad. It doesn't bother me any more. I have a teflon soul and a cast iron spirit. As Phil Collins would say. I don't give a fuck anymore. So here I am at home, sick. I wake up last night with dry, painful sinuses, runny nose, headache. I hate when this shit happens. I'm miserable fast. I pop some pain killers, and drink a lot of hot tea. While drinking hot tea, I also make Iced tea. Since I'm doing one, I might as well do another.

    So while I'm toiling for my own benefit I hear a ring at my doorbell. I go to it, and on the other side are two well dressed strangers. They are ringing Richie's doorbell when I open my door and they turn to me with a smile. "Did you want to get your free shoes today?" Wha? "Free shoes. We have brand new shoes downstairs. All you have to do is bring your Medicaid card and you can get a brand new pair of shoes. We're closing up shop now, so you have to hurry."

    Richie opens his door, which shocks and amazes me, because I have not seen nor heard the man in months. Somehow I believed that he just floated up into the air and left the planet. Like the Earth stopped for him, flinging him off and into the cosmos. But no. There he was, declining the offer for free shoes.

    Well, trust me, I should know by now that there isn't anything free in this world and sometimes there is a cost for things. Today, the cost is my self-esteem. I ride the elevator down and go into the cafeteria. A jovial guy asks a few questions before I walk in, and a nurse approaches me and sits me down in a seat. After several questions about my health, she takes my blood pressure and directs me to another table where two women are handing out forms. I sit, hand over my medicare card and am handed back forms to sign.

    No sooner than I'm done there, am I shuttled back to another doctor, a podiatrist who asks me to take my shoes off for an examination. I'm already embarrassed at this point because I don't wear socks and my feet have been filled with fluids because of sitting in my chair, banging on my computer for hours on end. But okay, he wants to see these dry, ashy, peeling, clubbed hooves of mine? I pull them naked out of my shoes, and plop them on the chair that he's set up between us to examine me on. "Oh, you have a bunion!" He points out. He points out other things too, but his examination is quick and painless. He writes out a prescription for my feet and hands me back to the women who hand me to an attractive, blonde haired Polish woman with a terrible accent. Half the time you're asking her what did she just say.

    I go with her behind a partition and she tells me that she has to check the circulatory system in my legs. Sure. So I hop up on the bed  that she has there. "Okay, take off your pants," she says with her heavy accent. Now I don't think I hear her correctly, because what does all this examination have to do with getting a free pair of shoes? Nothing actually. Like I said. Nothing is for free. Well, I tell the young lady. I don't know how to break this to you, but I don't wear underwear. Yes, that's right, I GO COMMANDO! It's just more comfortable than wearing cotton jockeys, and grime does not collect and stick on my ass, so that when I get up off toilet seats I no longer leave a ring. It's just one of the occupational hazards of being homeless.

    "Oh," she says. "It's alright. I'll cover you up." So she takes two pieces of papertowel and lays it on my lap. "Okay, take off your pants." Okay, now get this, I'm pulling my pants down to my ankles while this woman has her hand on my package, keeping a paper towel in place. Gee, thanks. Do I get a kiss and a dinner afterward? She lays me back down and takes sonogram readings of the thighs and the backs of my knees. Fine, whatever. Soon, after ten minutes of this she tells me I can leave and then exits the partition. I hop up, put my pants back on and stroll out of the little area, thanking her for the wonderful experience.

    I head to the table with the shoes arrayed on them. Sneakers, loafers, stuff like that, but no patent leather dress shoes. That's fine. I wanted the rugged looking boots in eleven and a half. The guys shakes his head. "Sorry, we're out of those." Give me a fucking break here. I've been prodded and fondled and I can't have the shoe of my choice? I am pissed, but I have to go on to find another pair. A pair of black loafers next in my size. I take them back to my room with me and stash them under the bed for special occasions. That's my thing in life now. Special Occasions. I don't have many, or any for that matter, but I am one to dream.

    One day, my nightmare will be over and guess what?

    How will I feel?

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