December 31, 2009
I wish you all a happy and healthy new year. May 2010 bring you everything you want and need.
The Iranian football federation sent its Israeli counterpart a new year’s greeting on Thursday, Army Radio reported, in what a Tehran official described as a mistake.
Mohammad Ali Ardebili, director of foreign relations for the Football Federation of the Islamic Republic of Iran, told Army Radio that he had not intended to send the missive to the Israel Football Association.
“It is a greeting sent to every country in the world,” Ardebili said. He quickly then inquired: “Are you talking from Israel? I can’t speak with you. It’s a mistake, it’s a mistake.”
December 29, 2009
Behold, the best pizza in the world:
This is from a trip to DiFara’s a few weeks ago with my friend Shaniac, and my brother. It was probably the luckiest trip to DiFara I’ve ever experienced. Anyone who knows about the place knows it’s usually a long wait. On the best days, you may get lucky and only have one or two pies ahead of yours. On this day, we were first in line, and were overwhelmed with the excitement of having choices. We didn’t take advantage of it, exactly, getting two square pies just the like one above. Despite this being a lot of food for 3 people, we kept thinking we should order something else too. The pizza was amazing, as always. I can’t wait to go back.
And unlike that awful Bush, he’s not getting his beauty sleep!
Unlike former President George W. Bush, who made getting eight hours of sleep a priority, Obama often works late into the night, averaging five or six hours of sleep, but making do with less when need be. After the Senate held a 1 a.m. vote on health care last week, Obama said he was awake to see the results.
December 28, 2009
Last Tuesday, 12/22, view from Tatiana Restaurant, Brighton Beach boardwalk, Brooklyn, NY:
Did the panty-bomber board the plane in Schipol airport in Amsterdam without a passport? It’s seeming as if he did and also that he had help from an accomplice talking his way onto the flight. It’s a good thing they’re confiscating tweezers, though, who knows what would happen if they let people pluck their eyebrows in-flight.
Amy Winehouse and her ex-husband Blake Fielder are getting back together. It’s a Christmas miracle! I think they just figured out that removing or changing their matching tattoos would be too complicated.
December 25, 2009
I haven’t had one of these in a long time! But, well, this one is just perfect for the series: Man lights fireworks on Detroit-bound NWA Flight 253. Says directed by Al Qaeda.
December 24, 2009
Things I will do when I am no longer pregnant:
1. Eat sushi every single day. Ok, fine, not every single day but easily every other day. If I’ve learned anything during the last 34+ weeks of my life it’s that you never want anything so badly as that which you can’t have. And while it’s a common misconception that sushi isn’t allowed at all, it actually is allowed in small quantities and the frequency with which I’ve been enjoying it is just not working for me. Having one piece of tuna once a month is almost worse than not having it at all. IC has promised to take me to my favorite sushi place like every weekend, and also to let me order from all of our local sushi spots which have been forbidden to me for so long.
2. I’m not a big drinker, though I do enjoy a tipple every now and again, and I have been dying for a nice, strong drink. A martini. A really cold one. Or, like six mojitos. When I mention this to people they tell me that it’s ok to enjoy a glass of wine fairly often (once or twice a week seems to be consensus) while pregnant. Yeah, no thanks. No interest in wine. Bring on the booze.
3. I will go ice-skating. The last time I went ice-skating I was something like 12 years old. But, as I note in item 1, I badly want to do all the things I currently can’t. I’m sure pregnant women can and do ice-skate but not when they’re married to the super-overprotective IC who watches me like a hawk and yells at me for not waiting for him to help me out of cars. Yes, it’s adorable, most of the time.
4. I will wear these shoes, A LOT. I actually bought a few pairs of really cute shoes at the start of my pregnancy, but only those at the first link can pretty much instantly kill me. The heel is higher than I’d normally wear even when not with child and I’ve been taking them out of the closet and looking at them longingly. I can’t even wear them around the apartment, they’re that deadly. On a similar note, I can’t wait to wear jeans, pants that aren’t leggings, or any clothes that close around my stomach. It’s not even that these clothes don’t currently fit, it’s that the baby seriously freaks out and starts kicking like mad whenever I put on even maternity pants. She’s going to be a handful, that one.
5. I will sleep. Oh, I hear all you parents. Ha ha. Ho ho. The girl thinks she’ll get some sleep after the baby is born. Hilarious! I’m almost 35 weeks right now and I haven’t slept well since around week 28. I’m not even that big, yet massively uncomfortable. And the baby will have two very eager grandmas, a super excited aunt, two each of mildly interested uncles and grandfathers and, well, an already-obsessed-with-her father, all of whom swear they’ll let me get some sleep if I just don’t die from exhaustion before this is all over.
I’m still hoping for an early delivery but my doctor told me this week that that’s extremely unlikely and that I should not be getting my hopes up. Too late, lady, hopes are already wayyyy up. But whatever, just have the booze, shoes, sleep, etc. waiting for me on the other side.
UPDATE: The video at the link is a must-see, especially for us coddled Americans.
December 23, 2009
*While the UWS is my home, and I am pretty damn happy, I consider it the most unhappy, frazzled area in NYC. I mostly blame Fairway.
December 21, 2009
December 18, 2009
But he won’t admit it!
If you haven’t seen it, it’s the story of eight Italian-Americans (Or, “guidos”) sharing a house at the Jersey Shore. Well, seven for now, as one of the girls left the show during the second episode when her married boyfriend found out she had been misbehaving at the shore (yes, you read that right). The guidos and guidettes get drunk, make out, make fools of themselves, say dumb but memorable things, and sometimes a 4 ft girl named Snookie gets punched in the face by a non-cast member in a bar (best part about it was MTV showing the clip over and over in previews of the show but then blacking out the actual act when they aired the episode. Because, you know, showing extreme violence against women is wrong…the 100th time you show it.).
Anyway, is the show art? No, it’s abject stupidity. And it’s awesome. IC explained its appeal best: the characters are so outrageous, yet completely believable. I’ve met one of each of them during my life. I know like 5 Snookies.
Allahpundit has been calling it the end of civilization as we know it, and saying that he weeps for mankind, but then he posts this great video of Jay Leno asking three of the cast members trivia questions and you can just feel the love. I’m actually surprised they answered as many right as they did. Pretty funny, check it out.
Or, as AP puts it: Republicans threaten health care read-a-thon
December 17, 2009
Abdul Baset Ali al-Megrahi, the Lockerbie bomber freed by Scotland because, well, who the hell knows why, has gone missing from his hospital. Contain your surprise.