There is lots of nice yoga that is not hot. Don't blame the yoga, blame the heat.
Sendak was one of the best Colbert interviews ever!
"it's a miracle I haven't destroyed another human"
I'm going to look up Ms Nordstrom's book!
Malteasers! OOOOOooooooh so much better than the vastly inferior Whoppers. Vastly ! No contest !
@Evil Uncle---also the Jaffa cakes! MMMMMMmmmm jaffa cakes. On peep show when someone is stoned, any and all characters are happy to remember there are Jaffa cakes somewhere nearby.
It's a million years since I've read "Rebecca" but I remember liking it a lot, and the movie too. I read a lotta gothic-y weird governess novels after "Jane Eyre" when I was a young teen. There was one by a woman named Anya Seton called "Dragonwyck" that I have been thinking about recently. Has anyone ever read it? It has a tempestuous Lord O' the manor type guy and it's not clear if it's a good thing or not that the heroine, Miranda, has ended up marrying him after his first wife dies. Is he a good egg, but just grumpy like Mr. Rochester, or more evil than that? The characters also visit Edgar Allen Poe in his hovel while he and his wife cough up consumptive blood specks into hankies!
ETA: Holy crap! There's a movie of Dragonwyck! I am going to check it out when I can.
Also, I could only remember the character name "Celestine Nansellock" from a book I read around the same time, and hell if two entries don't pop right up on the google. That book was called "The Mistress of Mellyn" by Victoria Holt and was another governess/romance story with a murder mystery to solve. It takes place in Cornwall and probably stole other bits & pieces from "Rebecca," which definitely set the pace.
Some friends and I were just talking about how terribly, badly NOT written like a teen "Go Ask Alice" was, and how, even as kids of 9 or 10 we just didn't buy it, and how, coincidentally, as a cautionary tale against drug use, it did not deter us, but rather made us WANT to try drugs. So, whatever, "real diary" by "Anonymous" dead teen drug user.
I remember reading Anais Nin diaries and being sort of scoobied, trying to figure out HOW she managed her country chateau lifestyle, running in to Paris to give Henry Miller cash all the time. There was like this big chunk missing that left so many questions unanswered. Sometime later, I learned that things like her HUSBAND who SUPPORTED HER financially and made all her escapades possible while she cuckolded him, were simply deleted from the text, as if nonexistent! Some trick. I had an icky eeew response to her after that---not a trustworthy narrator!
Having read some David Sedaris books, let's say four or five, I've found them humorous and entertaining, quick reads, good for plane trips or beaches. I can't say that as I read those books that I ever puzzled over whether or not the stories were true, or to what degree they were true. It just never occurred to me. And now that I'm reading that he makes shit up, I feel completely neutral, not vindicated, disappointed or aggrieved. Like several others on this thread I don't get the big whoop.
What would really piss me off would be to have "The Diary of Anne Frank" debunked. Grr.
@BoxMeowBox~~~I have those same illustrated wasp-waisted ladies luring their families to the table with tentacles of pie steam curling under their noses, as sure as fish hooks. Also, the color saturation makes certain photos, like "strawberry shortcake," look like crime scenes, they are so lurid. There is some fantastic hostess ware in the table settings---the stuff used for "brunch" is fabulous and turquoise! There is a huge copper urn for coffee. I could go on and on. I wanna LIVE in my Betty Crocker cookbook and have the whole cast of Mad Men come to my house for appropriately served meals & snacks.
@BoxMeowBox~~~I have those same illustrated wasp-waisted ladies luring their families to the table with tentacles of pie steam curling under their noses, as sure as fish hooks. Also, the color saturation makes certain photos, like "strawberry shortcake" look like crime scenes, they are so lurid. There is some fantastic hostess ware in the table settings---the stuff used for "brunch" is fabulous and turquoise! There is a huge copper urn for coffee. I could go on and on. I wanna LIVE in my Betty Crocker cookbook and have the whole cast of Mad Men come to my house for appropriately served meals & snacks.
Also, one of my mom's favorite jokes when I was a kid:
Who is there?
Bisquick! Yer pants are on fire!
I have made impossible pie before! But not this sweet kind. Mine was "Impossible Broccoli Pie" and it was in a Betty Crocker cookbook, an '80s version, with terrible recipes that call for a can of this or a cup of things like Bisquick. However, my fabulous vintage 1960 Betty Crocker cookbook is so fuckin boss, it tells how to do EVERYTHING from scratch, even how to boil pasta or bake a potato. I think it was meant to be a gal's first wedded cookbook, and assumes one knows nuttin about anything in the kitchen. A fabulous book, I use it often.
Anyway, impossible broccoli pie: I sprayed the (metal, good point!) pie pan with cooking spray, laid down chopped veggies like broccoli, some green onion & red pepper or whatever, sprinkle cheese on top and add the egg/milk/Bisquick mixture over the top of all that. Bake in the oven and voila! Poor gal's quiche! I fed it to friends and they liked it. The Bisquick really settled to the bottom and formed some crustiness that was not as serious as a real pie crust, but saved the dish from just being a baked egg casserole. Definitely easier than the work of making a real quiche.
At the party where I watched the game, we all thought Tom B. looked creepily like Dexter when he has someone wrapped in plastic on a table.