It’s that time of the weekend, folks. Let’s get our happy on!
I’m in Virginia now. Time for some sassy tunes.
Current song:
So, before this week, I’d never seen American Idol. (I don’t have cable.) But I caught a blip of it the other night and was bowled over by a chick doing a Tracy Chapman cover of one of my favorite songs. When I found this duet with Clapton — with Clapton telling me I could call him anytime!!! no less — I had to share it with you. Deeeelish.
Who knew?
Never thought I’d say this, but perhaps sometimes, fresher isn’t necessarily better. Hmmm…Still needs more research, but at least one study indicates that bright grocery store lights might actually make spinach more healthful. According to a study covered by one of my favorite science writers, grabbing the box of spinach from the front of the line might be a better idea than picking one from the back.
Read the whole post here.
Current reading
RIP Rose Gray, one of Britain’s great chefs. (And yes, darlin’ francophiles, that is indeed saying a lot.)
How Being a Cowboy Prepares You for Lassoing Business
The country’s best food writer, Michael Ruhlman, now has an iPhone app. Here’s how it works.
Current celebration:
I personally preferred Bruce Lee. But. Chuck Norris turned 70 this week. Yes. You’ve seen the Norris joke site, no? One of the funniest things on the web.
Two personal, only slightly modified Chuckles stories:
1) So, ten thousand years ago, a few moments after Chuck Norris had fathered and birthed himself, I briefly appeared in one of the last episodes of Walker, Texas Ranger.
I would post the video here, but then you’d see, um, some embarrassing footage. Or, rather, breastage. So I’m just going to pretend YouTube doesn’t exist.
You see, I still held onto my baby fat (before Kimora Lee Simmons made it cool) and was told to “get giggly and jiggly with it” during my scenes. Yes, that passed for direction. I didn’t understand at the time why Wardrobe made me change into the looser-fitting top for the outdoor death scene. Until I saw the udderly and blindingly humiliating slo-mo of the flail-and-fling. Lovely.
Anyway, Chuck never appeared on set. He didn’t have to: he simply projected his performance. Invisibly, as he was present without being during this episode. (Which prettymuch sums up his entire acting style, bless his geriatric little heart.)
Apparently, having been in this episode will get me free yak butter tea in Outer Mongolia. Why are we laughing? FEAR of Imminent Colostomy by Roundhouse Kick. The Voice of Chuck Norris had just told us we'd better get the scene right or he would lay down the law - the same law which was still in traction from the last time it had displeased Chuck Norris.
2) Fast forward about ten years. I’d lost weight, gained some confidence and no longer made out with my agent’s actor-boyfriend onscreen. Some might call that a step up.
I still dealt with microphones and actors, though: I was a journo shoving the things into the faces of those performers who hang out along the Beltway instead of Broadway.
One egregiously snow-drifty day, I found myself in New Hampshire covering the presidential primary run of then-Governor Mike Huckabee for Fox News Radio. Chuck Norris was there onstage with him, insisting that the Earth is indeed only 6,000 years old. (He then immediately num-chucked the producers of Clueless for stealing his middle name.)
As I was leaving, Chuck and his fetching wife pointed at me and demanded teleported me over to where they were standing.
“You. That scene. Ratings. That’s why. And you look much better now.”
And then he vanished.
So let it be written. So let it be Chucked.
Happy Weekend, ya’ll.
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Hysterical! Gonna go to youtube & find you there now!