Friday Night Food Porn

A Friday night in heaven.

You will need:
4 (four) oblong slices of Seven Stars Bakery Durham Stick
1 tub of Virginia & Spanish Co. Brown Bear Peanut Butter
1 jar Bonne Maman Raspberry Preserves
1 tub Philadelphia Whipped Cream Cheese, Chive
1 tub Smart Balance Whipped Low Sodium Buttery Spread (for your health)
1 laptop
1 internet signal (pilfered or purchased)
2 cats

You will:
1. Brown bread slices in toaster oven, until sufficiently toasted.
2. Slather one slice with cream cheese.
3. Glob peanut butter all over second slice.
4. Spread Smart Balance liberally on third slice.
5. Smother preserves across remaining slice.
6. While toast is heating up the toppings, open your laptop and cue last night's episode of 30 Rock on Hulu.
7. Recline with slices and laptop.
8. Eat cream cheese-topped slice first: it is the most savory and should be entirely consumed before embarking upon Dessert (parts i-iii)
9. Laugh at the stupid thing Tracy Jordan/Jenna Maroney just said.
10. Alternate subsequent bites between preserves, peanut butter, and Smart Balance.
11. Remark to yourself how talented Tina Fey is.
12. Final bite...your choice.
13. Let cats lick plate.

My Heart Is So Full

This will be the newest piece of framed art hung in mi casa:

Reasons this cover resonates with me:

1. The amount of unadultered space given to Chris and Darren.  Nary a inset photo to detract (though that's more US Weekly's game than EW's).
2. The tenderness limned on Chris' face. 
3. Its poignancy in light of Chris Colfer's Golden Globe win for Best Supporting Actor.
4. The fact that these chaps are in uniform (yum).

I love being gay. Rock on EW.

Now, would I like a little more diversity in the portrayals of gay teens/gays in general? Absolutely (see the homogeneity of those on The United States of Tara, Shameless, Will & Grace, Ugly Betty, Brothers & Sisters).  But this is a small step.  The dream is alive.

Homophonic Fail of the Day

I arrived at work this morning to find this:

So naturally, I made this:

And did this:

Next step, ditch the car...

I accquired tattoo number five this past Lord's Day.  Black Lotus' Mike Boissoneault and I are getting to be fast friends -- we passed the time watching on of my favorite horror flicks, The Descent.  In retrospect, I should really select lighter fare to view during my tattoo sessions (tambien yo había visto El laberinto del fauno aunque recibí mi tatuaje de Tori Amos).  I was more prepared for the ribcage pain this time around, from an earlier introduction, but the last 20 minutes proved rather unendurable, due to the increased sensitivity of my skin to the incessant stabbing of the needle into my bones.  Coping mechanisms included lamaze breathing, the forceful pinching of the skin between my thumb and index finger, the biting of my thumb knuckle, and imagining that it could be worse -- I could be battling a bloodthirsty chimera of bat, human and wolf in a subterranean labyrinth. But now it's over, and I couldn't be happier with the results.  I am really digging the idea of my body as canvas, now a celebration of the most economical and ubiquitous mode of transportation, not to mention a thing of sublime beauty.  Two more to go before February 14th...

Feline Fecundity

Today marks the one year anniversary of Ginny's birth.  See Ginny, content before homemade birthday hat, and quite livid afterwards.  Some folk just don't like to celebrate.