October 5, 2010
Like a good Italian, sometimes I make pasta from scratch.
Oh hey Fort Williams.
October 1, 2010
Ironic moment: A cat showed up at my doorstep. Her collar said that her name was Lola.
September 13, 2010
Bye Bye Jenny Slate.
Jenny Slate is leaving SNL.
If you don't know who she is, she's the girl who never really got a good chance to shine in any of the skits.
Sure, there was Tina-Tina Chaneuse but that's it? She would have been great as the "happy hipster" or the "teen-angst cheerleader." Maybe the "mom who brings her baby everywhere."
With Kristen Wiig playing 80-90% of the leads in all the sketches, there isn't much room for anyone else. Some people call her the "MVP of SNL" but really I think she's just the one that played the game and got on set. Sure she's funny, but in a traditional and reincarnation-of-Gilda-Radner kind of way- and we all loved Gilda. I also don't get the whole Gilly Character or why a whole episode at christmas was devoted to her. Lorne, I would much rather you treat the players on SNL like your children. Of course let the more experienced ones do some of the heavy lifting, but don't sign your will over to one kid. Politics, Schmolitics- be fair and the show gets better.
I like to think there are plenty of funny people who wouldn't do well on SNL. Louis CK would be a disaster. And no one would get Demetri Martin whatsoever. Even Zach Galifinakis, who was FANTASTIC when he guest hosted, would only do so well for so long. You have to be a completely traditional kind of comedian on SNL.
So here's a little video Jenny Slate worked on. She wrote it and is the voice of the Marcel the Shell... and it's a clear, perfect example of her talents not being used adequately on SNL.
I challenge...
Anyone to make an argument against gay marriage that isn't about religion, personal spiritual beliefs, or discriminatory.
Also, if there is any factual evidence from a nationally recognized organization that gay parents raise children any differently that straight parents, I'd love to hear that as well.
Also, if there is any factual evidence from a nationally recognized organization that gay parents raise children any differently that straight parents, I'd love to hear that as well.
August 30, 2010
August 20, 2010
August 17, 2010
A year ago today...
I was stranded at a Pennsylvanian truck stop.
I had a small Penske truck full of useless junk, most just called "art projects"... and a terrified pet turtle sitting in a tank on the front seat. I was surrounded by truckers wearing leather vests and with long, scraggly beards. The gift shop sold Indian dream catchers, pop rocks and t-shirts with wolves on them. And not the lame Twillight kind of wolves... the weird, "who buys this crap" kind of design work wolves. Behind the truck, my mother was driving my little silver car- which also needed gas. She had flown down to help me move from Atlanta to Maine. I just kept swiping my little debit card at the pump as if the words "denied" were just symbols on an ancient Egyptian burial tomb.
But now it was clear. I was officially broke. And unemployed.
Everything I owned, I paid for. My desk, my clothes, my food, my diploma. But I couldn't pay to put gas in my rented moving truck and car. And all I wanted to do was get out of the South and back home to Maine. I had just finished a program at a portfolio school for creative advertising. There were little to no jobs in Atlanta- much like the rest of the country. But definitely no creative jobs.
Sure, I would miss my friends, my girls and my bar trivia buddy. But I'm a New England girl at heart. And if you have been raised by the ocean, you can't live in a land locked town.
It was one of the worst and most defining moments of my life. I knew it was bad, but I also knew it could only get better from there. With a loan, a long talk and a hug from my mom, we finally continued driving.
When I got back to Maine, I hit the ground running working babysitting jobs, freelance design gigs and selling my little paintings. I didn't stop trying and I didn't stop working in Maine of all places. And I paid my mom back for the Pennsylvania rescue. It brought her and I closer together and made me realize that some people are definitely meant to be Moms.
It sounds bad but it's amazing what you can do in a year. New job, new apartment, new great friends, and a new outlook on life. Lots of news. You keep going and work hard because you have to. No one has it easy and if you do, you don't appreciate what you got. Anything good is worth a real struggle. And if it has been tough, no one will know what you've gone through either. That's what makes you unique. You bring more to the table when you've had more experience. And I count being stranded at a truck stop in Pennsylvania as experience. I also count it as a great bar story.
It's hard to stay positive all the time- for anyone, but things in motion stay in motion. So I firmly believe that you don't have to be completely positive, you just have to be entirely realistic that things do get better. Everything and anything could be worse.
Just be thankful when they get better.
I had a small Penske truck full of useless junk, most just called "art projects"... and a terrified pet turtle sitting in a tank on the front seat. I was surrounded by truckers wearing leather vests and with long, scraggly beards. The gift shop sold Indian dream catchers, pop rocks and t-shirts with wolves on them. And not the lame Twillight kind of wolves... the weird, "who buys this crap" kind of design work wolves. Behind the truck, my mother was driving my little silver car- which also needed gas. She had flown down to help me move from Atlanta to Maine. I just kept swiping my little debit card at the pump as if the words "denied" were just symbols on an ancient Egyptian burial tomb.
But now it was clear. I was officially broke. And unemployed.
Everything I owned, I paid for. My desk, my clothes, my food, my diploma. But I couldn't pay to put gas in my rented moving truck and car. And all I wanted to do was get out of the South and back home to Maine. I had just finished a program at a portfolio school for creative advertising. There were little to no jobs in Atlanta- much like the rest of the country. But definitely no creative jobs.
Sure, I would miss my friends, my girls and my bar trivia buddy. But I'm a New England girl at heart. And if you have been raised by the ocean, you can't live in a land locked town.
It was one of the worst and most defining moments of my life. I knew it was bad, but I also knew it could only get better from there. With a loan, a long talk and a hug from my mom, we finally continued driving.
When I got back to Maine, I hit the ground running working babysitting jobs, freelance design gigs and selling my little paintings. I didn't stop trying and I didn't stop working in Maine of all places. And I paid my mom back for the Pennsylvania rescue. It brought her and I closer together and made me realize that some people are definitely meant to be Moms.
It sounds bad but it's amazing what you can do in a year. New job, new apartment, new great friends, and a new outlook on life. Lots of news. You keep going and work hard because you have to. No one has it easy and if you do, you don't appreciate what you got. Anything good is worth a real struggle. And if it has been tough, no one will know what you've gone through either. That's what makes you unique. You bring more to the table when you've had more experience. And I count being stranded at a truck stop in Pennsylvania as experience. I also count it as a great bar story.
It's hard to stay positive all the time- for anyone, but things in motion stay in motion. So I firmly believe that you don't have to be completely positive, you just have to be entirely realistic that things do get better. Everything and anything could be worse.
Just be thankful when they get better.
August 11, 2010
I'm riding my bike 50 miles.
I never do these kinds of things but this organization has a much more personal meaning for me. I never ask you guys for cash, but I would really appreciate you donating to a wonderful cause. And I'll be riding my bike for 50 miles. Which is like Portland to Kennebunk.
Click here to make a donation. It's wicked easy and quick.
Click here to make a donation. It's wicked easy and quick.
July 27, 2010
July 19, 2010
KID CUDI vs. Weird Al
July 15, 2010
Chipotle gets it right
They don't care what the agency says to do and they want you to know that. The agency wants to put stuff on the side of the food bags that says the burrito you're eating is good. Chipotle says "Who cares, the consumer is smart enough to already know that."
They go even further and put it in Lorem Ipsum, which for non-designers is basically filler copy. It's called greeking and seeing it on actually produced design items makes designers geek out. Did they do that on purpose?! WHAT?! They must have!
I've seen greeked type in produced items twice now. Once in the Harrisonburg Daily News Record (they forgot to write a headline about missing farm animals) and here on the Chipotle bag. Well played, Chipotle, well played.
They go even further and put it in Lorem Ipsum, which for non-designers is basically filler copy. It's called greeking and seeing it on actually produced design items makes designers geek out. Did they do that on purpose?! WHAT?! They must have!
I've seen greeked type in produced items twice now. Once in the Harrisonburg Daily News Record (they forgot to write a headline about missing farm animals) and here on the Chipotle bag. Well played, Chipotle, well played.
SHARK WEEK IS COMING!!!!
The Discovery Channel in Silver Spring, MD is getting ready by having a huge Shark come out of their offices. I LOVE IT. Almost as much as the clip where a guy is filming on top of a floating dead whale while sharks are circling him, and looking at him like his name is dinner. (Please play that clip again this year, DC)
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