The corruption of Cookie Monster
The lovely and amazing Amy Sedaris was on Sesame Street this morning. There’s a woot for you, friends. Now, I didn’t watch the entire clip, but I believe she tried to get Cookie Monster to eat an apple. APPLE. The woman is twisted, and now there’s proof.
Speaking of twisted: OMG, House-fans, how great was that episode last night? Brotherman faked cancer, dude. And Dave Matthews! Piano duet! And there was kissing. I have never seen a better television show in my whole life. Hugh Laurie is Tivo-worthy — and me with no Tivo. My Injustice Meter is in the red zone.
OMG! WEATHER! CUE PANIC!
I promise I will not be an uppity Midwestern snob about this “Valentine’s Day Ice Storm.” This is me zipping my lips of all weather-related snark: zzzzzzzip.
So! That said, here are some weather-related things I’ve liked so far today:
• Kottke.org: “Right now, “Unknown Precipitation” is falling from the sky in NYC …”
• the Maryland Weather Blog
• Henry’s Meteorological Madness. (This is the blog of Henry Margusity, Sr. Meteorologist and Severe Weather Expert at Accuweather.com.)
• School canceled
• Wussy drivers staying home and off the roads so I can slip’n’slide to my heart’s content
• When the TV news (“news”?) reporters stage their reports Live From The Salt Dome!! OMG!. It’s cute. Unforgivably cliched, bordering on painful, but cute.
Stay safe and dry, y’all. And warm. Happy Valentine’s Day! Go cuddle up with your life partner or a puppy or something. And don’t forget to salt your fuckin’ sidewalk. Bing!
Mommy drinks, but not because you cry
So! Owen and I watched the Today Show yesterday morning, on which Melissa Summers was invited to talk about whether “cocktail playdates” are appropriate. Basically, Meredith Vieira was asking, is it ever OK for a mother to drink in the presence of her children? (story)
Unfortunately for mothers everywhere, the piece was quite biased. And the piece said, NO. From the intro footage of Encino moms drinking (zoom in on the wine!) to Meredith’s loaded questions (“but, how would you feel if it was the baby-sitter?”), the general tone was one of incredulous disapproval.
Melissa did a nice job of speaking out for the rational person, but I fear she was slightly overshadowed by every other aspect of the segment. More’s the pity, because this is the kind of thing that gets blown out of proportion and subsequently used to further pressure moms into some sort of Stepford model of behavior.
Look. Moms are people too. They eat. They drink. Sometimes their drinks have alcohol in them. Nobody’s talking about intoxicated parenting, all right? I think we can all agree that that would be dangerous.
But the simple consumption of an adult beverage in the presence of children, including your own — well, hell. Dads have been drinking beers on the couch for … for as long as beer has been invented, and that’s never been criticized.
I don’t drink often, but I’ve never shied away from having a drink in front of Owen. He knows that some drinks are for grownups (anything that comes in an aluminum can, including National Bohemian). And I know that more than a drink and a half is too much, so I imbibe accordingly.
I don’t see the problem. And I think demonizing moms who demonstrate any sort of human behavior (working, drinking, being exasperated) further dehumanizes them and gives the American public fewer reasons to respect and value what they do. And this in turn is why so many mothers today feel suffocated, anxious, on edge — why perhaps they might need a beer, I would venture to say. Because America has been all up their butt all day long.
What, me, unreasonable?
So: Overwhelming panic and despair at the conviction that, because you now have a hole in your skull resulting from the removal of a steel post that was holding your tooth in, you are going to contract an awful infection and die, painfully, leaving your husband bereft, your son motherless, and your flipper fetus baby with pretty poor chances at having a life.
Normal reaction? Or should I maybe lay off the medical dramas?
SNES to the rescue
It’s a totally nineties retro week here on the Eastman farm. We’ve got Pearl Jam, a young John Cusack, and … wait for it …
SUPER NINTENDO!
Just, nobody tell him about the A button B button thing, OK? Otherwise he’ll beat my high score.
Speaking of funny looking
Who else is like, totally psyched for tonight’s season premiere of America’s Next Top Model? Also, who else watches America’s Next Top Model while eating ice cream from the carton?
Just me?
Just checking.
Just a warning to whatever newcomers may lurk here: I get kind of retarded about ANTM blogging. I just can’t help myself.
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Supreme Muppet/Sesame Street YouTube Roundup
Back atcha with more HENSON MADNESS as I enjoy the spoils of my illicit trip to Trader Joe’s (don’t tell the husband; it puts us over our Grocery Budget for the week):
- A giant roundup of Sesame Street/Muppets clips on YouTube. My friend A. of Tiny Baby hipped me to it; she came by the link via Daddy Types’s reportage of same.
- For those of us in the greater metropolitan D.C. area — or just big fricking fans — I am both — there’s a Muppet exhibit at the actual real-live Smithsonian. I’m totally kidnapping the fam and going there.
So I have this thing about the Muppets
Two nuggets of awesomeness while I decompress from our whirlwind Memorial Day. (one-arm sunburn! sick baby! hours and hours and HOURS of driving! whee!)
- Nostalgic Sesame Street DVD set coming in October
- Fraggle Rock “theatrical release” AND sequel to The Dark Crystal are in the works.
Thanks, Amelia, for the news tip!
ANTM 2-days-after blogging: Because the hecklers told me to
And by ‘hecklers,’ I mean ‘Matt.’
I can write about the America’s Next Top Model finale now, right? All y’all TIVO beetches have watched it, right? ‘Kay.
So like, hey! What an anticlimactic ending! I felt pretty good when Jade finally got the boot — girl can’t take direction to save her life, and also I think she needs a good remedial reading course — and I really had no preference between Joanie and Danielle.
I did think Joanie’s pictures were just an eeensy bit better, but overall they both were pretty deserving. What I DID like was how friendly they were when it was down to just them. Like, no setting traps or sabotaging each other’s Special K; they were friendly. Working together, even though they were competing. It wasn’t vicious, is the thing, and I think I’d like to see a lot more of that on reality television.
All righty! Thus concludes my bizarre season’s-worth of ANTM blogging. Thank you, Tyra, for the fodder and the brain-deadening pleasure of your show. See ya next season.
Or, OK, fine, in reruns. I’m not proud.
Supafine: Boring and increasingly not personal
HOLY CRAP, y’all. The Office season finale. Holy crap.
I know I’ve spent at least a week talking politics and motherhood and pushing links and discussing ANTM, but I have to make one more post about TV before I ease back into, y’know, feelings and shit. Or rapturous sonnets about the way Owen says “juice” (for the record, it’s szhooozh, and it’s so damned cute I could die).
THE OFFICE. Holy Crap. Dear Jesus, I’ve been a good girl, please grant me a Tivo so I can watch the last 10 minutes over and over again, amen.
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