In the interest of saving cash I found myself at home on a Thursday, watching The OC for the first time in at least a year. And of all the comedy, intentional or otherwise, that has ever been on this show, nothing can top Mischa Barton pretending to hesitate over a bump of coke. It's like Peter Gallagher hesitating over having bushy eyebrows.
New recipe: Slice off the top quarter of a head of garlic, drizzle olive oil on it and roast uncovered in a 450 degree oven. While it browns, roughly chop 1/2 white onion and cook over medium-high heat until soft and golden-brown. When just becoming transluscent, add 2 tablespoons balsamic vineager and a dash of red pepper flakes, then turn the heat up to high. Cook until balsamic vineager is reduced to syrupy consistency. Slice up a sweet French baguette, smear roasted garlic on pieces and top with balsamic onions. Consume with red wine (I had a 2003 Lake Anna Claret-- fantastic) and when done, brush teeth for at least 45 minutes.
RIP, Lulu's. I'll be sure to pour out a Rohyponol-laced Hurricane in your memory at some point during the weekend.
I never thought I would say this about tiling and grout, but my new bathroom is BITCHIN.
"Guilt and politics are both the enemies of sex." I would venture even further than the article mentioned and posit that a man's level of skill in bed is inversely proportional to his political leanings. Overwhelming anecdotal evidence and a quick perusal of Casual Encounters on Craigslist suggest that, for whatever reason, conservative men tend to be less conservative in bed. This debate has been around forever, but I think Tucker (for once in his career) uttered a succinct and spot-on summary of an issue. And, more importantly, I happen to completely agree with the point. Ugh, I can't believe I agree with Tucker Carlson on something.