Monday, December 14, 2009

a bit of a fail, really

we didn't get to do 4/5 of our list yesterday, on account of getting pwned by the doctor's house and having the itis. the food was decent - i tend to think that AYCE buffets are over-priced - the food quality is always going to be less than stellar when you're cooking for mass consumption - lots of leftovers being used up and prepared/packaged stuff. there was an alarming shortage of breakfast goods - no eggs, bacon, breakfast sausage - mostly lunch and brunch things with a decent seafood selection of king crab legs and mussels and mini-lobsters and whatnot. i still loaded up 4 plates of food (1 of which was the signature lagerfeld meat-eater's special) and subsequently hit up some pepto (or the life brand equivalent) before bed.

skating was thwarted by the weather. "the fantastic mr. fox" was thwarted by the dotytron being congenitally adverse to leaving the house. dinner was thwarted by the non-stop conga-line that was the doctor's house's buffet into my stomach.

so we split it down the middle and went to the movie store. as i was doing my usual sketch comedy routine of talking too loud in retail settings (according to the dotytron, my [sole] sketch comedy talent consists of engaging the general public and retail store staff in improvisational scenes, employing the use of loud talking and stream of consciousness commentary in the service thereof), we ran into the ex roomie! who we promptly invited over for a viewing of "paper heart"

"paper heart" is a kind of documentary/kind of scripted "reality" hybrid that follows charlyne yi's attempts to understand love. there was endless speculation about whether cera and yi were an actual couple before/after/during the filming of the movie. i don't really care about that particular scuttlebutt other than to use the fact that he dated an asian girl (if the rumour is true) as ammunition for my own questionable and potentially inappropriate fantasies about making out with his awkward, man-child, a**. he's 21, i'm 30 - i think that's okay, right? i mean, not by the "half your age plus 7" rule, but by my own convenient metric where michael cera is fair game but jonathan lipnicki and pete wentz will NEVER be.

the film is quite slender and thin - it features some softly funny moments and sweetly tender ones - all in the service of a predominantly heteronormative (one token gay couple!), monogamous, nuclear (2 people only!) standard definition of love. nothing too far outside the lines, here. it intersperses footage of charlyne and her director friend interviewing people across america about love with the development of her "relationship" with cera - from the first meeting, to dating, to the inevitable conflict and resolution. i would have liked to see more interviews - the insights from the interviewees is where most of the humour and depth of the film lies. people's stories of falling in love are played out with naive paper dolls and first grade arts and crafts-influenced sets. a bit more of everything would have been nice, but overall, i found it rather charming. i can't believe how much i want to jump michael cera's bones! i asked dotytron if i could and he totally smirked and assented - i guess cera isn't very threatening. what a perfect high school boyfriend, though! would that we were all so lucky in high school. gimme michael cera's nerdy awkwardness over lloyd dobbler any day!

tonight we had the roomie over for dinner and a visit. i made those black bean and farro burgers with the smoky red pepper spread and a quickie green cabbage and carrot coleslaw. my old supervisor T gifted me with a holiday tin that's filled with no less than TEN different kinds of treats! it even came with a legend (a photo of all the treats, numbered, with the corresponding names). contained therein:

- stuffed dates with marzipan and almonds
- danish orange cookies
- salted peanut bars
- torrone with hazelnuts and almonds
- coconut clusters with tipsy cherries and figs
- butter pecan fudge
- pecan kisses
= chocolate cherry bars with hazelnuts
- lemon fudge with blueberries
- pretzel sandwich with rollos and pecans
- nutty caramel clusters

INSANE. it's so "canadian living"/"company's coming"/"better homes and gardens"! i love it. it's stuff i would never think to make myself but are so tasty and good. anyway, we'll noshed on those for dessert.

the book reviews continueth!

october saw me venturing into mom-lit territory at the suggestion of momma d. "the guernsey literary and potato peel pie society" was as comforting as pablum. it's the story of an english post-war writer who starts corresponding with an oddly named book club of sorts from the channel islands. the channel islands were occupied by the nazis during the war and so historical tidbits are interspersed with the experiences of the members of the literary society and the development of the narrator's character - the conceit is that the whole story is told through letters. i'm not generally a fan of epistolary fiction - not my style. too much work figuring out who's saying what - but this was a quick enough read. not my thing overall - i think i skew a bit young in the demographic for this type of novel. it's all veddy english in that miss marple, "a country vet" kind of a way - tweedy and provincial as all heck.

i followed that up with the work book club's double-header "sway" and "outliers" - both are kind of meh. i mean, easy enough to read in that watered down, social-sciences-without-the-quantitative-analysis idiom - but nothing that stays with you and really makes you think or that you would be enthralled by. it's like a passing tidbit you hear on the radio - something to pass along during social parlay - not something that you sit and mull or that requires a rearrangement of one's ontological position. i find these business-type books always a bit throwaway - gladwell in particular. it's like an over (and unnecessarily) long "atlantic" article. i don't ever see anything in them that couldn't have been boiled down to a 3000 word essay - you have your thesis, the supporting arguments (carefully tailored and with none of the nasty methodological couchings that ruin perfectly valid peer-reviewed academic work) and it's all presented in regular person language. good transit reading i suppose. helps to shore up your small-talk abilities and makes you appear ever-so-topical in those kinds of situations (and by "those kinds of situations" i mean, "social gatherings of professional associations") - but overall, nothing that's going to set your world on fire.



steph said...

Michael Cera is on my top 5. Case and point.

karl lagerfeld, esquire said...

but you're younger than me!!!