OK, the Average Joe: Hawaii finale hasn’t aired yet and over 500 people have found my blog trying to figure out what Larissa’s secret is. All I have to say is this: NBC is apparently going to have a lot of pissed off viewers if the secret (see post below) isn’t something good.
We’ve known for a couple of weeks that she dated Fabio…I read it in more than one legit article on the Internet. How stupid/disappointing/boring was that secret?! And what was up with Gil’s reaction? That was so lame!
So I get this Jdate email from a guy I am not interested in. Rather than be rude and ignore his emails, I use the generic “decline” option which sends a polite sorry this person isn’t interested email. After sending him three declines, I receive this fourth email:
why r u playing hard to get we r not a little kidds. statisticley 99% i am the one that eventually will have to reject you,nothing against you !!!its just my fucken expeirience chating and get to know all the scratches brains that left over in this butcher market is on this site ,of corse the good once where gone no dout about it.but you know what if you r not responding to my messege you r one of L.A girls,which you describe yourself… a bove mention profile. so don’t have an atitude.
And people ask me why I’m single…
Some verbatim searches that landed people here recently:
(again, what’s with the height/weight thing?)
Then there’s the regulars, who never say hi. Post a comment. Tell me what brings you back. Or just say hello. Show me some love.
You know the annoying TrimSpa commercial with Anna Nicole Smith? She’s wearing an ugly grey off-the-shoulder top and gets out of a Hummer limo…that’s the one. Anyway, it drives me nuts because of a stupid little editing error. At the beginning of the commercial, her shirt is out, just below her waist. A few seconds later, after she says I’m back!, it’s tied at the waist. Then once again, it’s untied. How the hell could the editors have missed that? It is so obvious! Check it out and let it bother you too.
Did you end up here by clicking on a link on your My Yahoo page? If so, please tell me what the link was. Thanks!
Saw style guru Steven Cojucaru buying Girl Scout cookies in the lobby of my office building today.
So last night my friend and I decided to go for dinner and see Twisted (bad, bad movie). Since she lives in the valley and I live in the city, she suggested we meet up at CityWalk and grab a bite to eat and see a movie there. As soon as we pulled into line to get into the parking structure, it hit me. Now I remember why I haven’t been back to CityWalk in forever–it’s HELL. Not only are there way too many tourists, there are way too many teenagers. (Out after the 11:00 curfew they kept announcing on the loudspeaker perhaps? Who knew there was a curfew for teenagers?) And, to make traffic and congestion even worse, the NAACP Image Awards had just ended at the Amphitheatre as we were trying to leave. I know it will be at least another five years before I head back to CityWalk. On a side note, we ate dinner at Camacho’s Cantina–the food was eh, but they have really, really good strawberry margaritas.
In case you’re one of those poor souls in a cold state with snow and stuff, just thought I’d share that it’s 81 degrees here today.
Larissa and Gil are still together. What about the Fabio freak-out?
After much traffic, congestion, and construction, Target is finally open for business. Earlier tonight, I braved La Brea to check it out and believe it or not, it was relatively painless. No waiting to get in or out of the parking structure, no line at the checkout, and the aisles weren’t all that crazy. What a pleasant surprise. I guess the real test will be when the rest of the stores in the shopping center open.
Not exactly sure what’s going on, but in the last couple of hours, a few dozen people landed here by searching for Ryan Seacrest’s height. Because I’m such a nice person (with apparently too much free time), I’ll let you in on the secret of the century–according to seacrestfan.com (um, no, not a website I visit regularly), Ryan is 5′ 9 1/2″. You’re welcome. Now tell me–what’s with the height fixation?
Upon telling my co-workers I am taking a brief hiatus from Jdate (read: not paying for the membership), their immediate reaction was “Then who’s going to entertain us with funny/bad/pathetic date stories?”. I knew the $28.50 a month was somehow being put to good use.
Mom: What time is your doctor’s appointment tomorrow?
Me: 9:30.
Mom: Oh. 9:30?
Me: Yes, 9:30.
Mom: Where is this doctor?
Me: Cedars.
Mom: At Cedars?
Me: Yes, in the towers at Cedars.
Mom: You mean he’s part of Cedars?
Me: What do you mean part of Cedars?
Mom: His office is actually at Cedars?
Me: Um, yeah, I said he’s at Cedars.
Mom: But he’s actually at Cedars? I mean his office is there? In the hospital?
Me: No, he’s in the towers, remember?
Mom: Yeah, I understand. But here a doctor could be at Scripps but have an office somewhere else.
Me: Oh. Huh?
Mom: The doctor could have privileges at Scripps, but his office is elsewhere.
Me: Ah.
Mom: Where does your doctor have privileges?
Me: Um, Cedars?
Mom: Anywhere else?
Me: Mom, I don’t know. I’ll ask the doctor and let you know tomorrow.
For my loyal readers looking for an Average Joe scoop, here’s some info on Adam’s potential suitors.
A GAP commercial featuring the song I’m Free by the Soup Dragons. I’m sure that song will trigger a memory (a 91X concert) for a friend of mine from high school! Remember their accents?
Saturday I woke up at an ungodly hour (ok, 8:00 a.m. but that is way too early for a weekend) to wait for the DirecTV guy. (Gotta love those four hour windows.) I am now the proud owner of a DirecTV Tivo reciever. If I can just figure out how to use it I’ll be all set.
Thanked the DirecTV guy after it took him two hours to hook up my new receiver then immediately dashed over to pick up my little. We headed over to Color Me Mine for some chit-chat and painting. I love that place–I think I had as much fun as she did!
No, not a date (aww, show me your sympathy)–just went with a friend. Saw Starsky and Hutch and had dinner and drinks at Cheesecake Factory. The movie wasn’t anything special, but it was cute and had a great cast.
Some verbatim searches that landed people here recently:
(note: yes he is.)
And of course, the usual celebrity height/weight/age/address searches.
So I get home from work and notice the little red button on my TiVo receiver on. I checked to see if I messed up and set it to record the wrong time or show, when I noticed my Now Playing list had 10 things I did not tell it to record on it. TiVo took it upon itself to record shows it thought I might enjoy. But multiple episodes of Cops and Judge Hatchett? Huh? Starting Over, ok, I can kind of understand–I’ve been known to watch that if I’m home sick. But Judge Hatchett?
When I go to pickup my “little,” I always make sure the radio is either off or playing Radio Disney (uh huh, I actually programmed Radio Disney in my car, scary isn’t it?). I do this because I don’t know what the DJs will be talking about or what song may be playing on a regular FM station. She’s only 10, and I don’t know what kind of music her mom allows her to listen to. How fortunate that I have the option to change the station, that DJs are allowed to talk about what they want (yes, I know, only to an extent), and that so many genres of music are played on the airwaves. Help maintain those rights by signing this petition to stop the FCC from tightening their definition of indecency even more. (According to the site’s owner, the e-petition is valid.)
After three calls to the 800 number that SBC has listed on their website for repairs, I’m unable to get to any menu that will lead me to a person. (Big surprise there, huh?) I decided to fake out the system and press the menu item for billing questions and finally got a CSR. This is my conversation:
Me: Hi, I’m trying to find a phone number for repairs. One of my phone jacks in my apartment doesn’t work.
CSR: The number is 611.
Me: 611?
CSR: Yes. Dial 611 from your home phone.
Me: Oh. I’m not home, that’s why I’m looking for a regular phone number for repairs.
CSR: There isn’t one–the only number is 611. Would you like me to connect you?
Me: Yes please. Actually, before you connect me, I just want to verify that WirePro will cover the repair.
CSR: I’m not sure, but I’ll transfer you and you can ask them.
Me: Before I hold, can you please check for me?
CSR: Sure. Please hold.
(Boring hold music plays.)
CSR: Did the phone jack ever work?
Me: Um, I don’t know. I’ve never needed to use it until now. I just got TiVo and it needs a phone jack and that one is the closest to the TV and when I plugged it in it didn’t work.
CSR: There was no dial tone?
Me: Correct.
CSR: So it’s never worked?
Me: Well, I don’t know. I moved into my apartment seven years ago and haven’t tried that jack until now.
CSR: Please hold.
(More hold music.)
CSR returns and goes into this whole thing about wire repair, cost, etc.
Me: So it’s covered?
CSR: No, they said if you’re not sure if it’s ever worked it’s not covered.
Me: Seriously?
CSR: Yes.
Me: Oh. Hmm. So if I had said yes, it used to work, then it would be covered?
CSR: (confused) I suppose so.
Me: OK, that’s dumb. Thanks.
Obviously, I’ll be calling back later.
I’m considering selling my old DirecTV receiver and card on e-bay. I’ve never sold anything on there, any suggestions/tips for me?
Two words: Marshmallow Peeps. My favorite Peeps are the pink chicks (yes, I am aware that sounds strange). They’re especially good if you rip open the plastic and let them sit for a couple of days. Don’t ask me why, but that’s how my parents always ate them and that’s how I eat them. They aren’t as mushy and taste really good! They are also quite delicious if you put them in the microwave for about 30 seconds–they get a little gooey.
Looking for the identity of the guy in the new Gap ad with the Soup Dragons’ song? His name is Raoul Bova. You’re welcome.
Like the saying goes, it’s either feast or famine. Unfortunately right now it’s famine. I’m not sure why, but I just haven’t been meeting men lately. So, if you’ve returned here looking for new dating stories, I’m sorry to say I have none. On a side note, if you know of a nice Jewish boy, send him my way.
The long awaited photoblog that is. I’m still debating whether or not to post pictures of myself and friends and family, so in the meantime, enjoy the pretty sunset.
Does anyone know how to control the number of photos (from my Buzznet photoblog) that appear on my right sidebar? Any help is much appreciated!
This highly addictive and frustrating game. I’ve made it to level seven, how’d you do?
Update: Made it to level 11!
Went to El Dorado (ugh, hate that place) tonight with a friend to see a dozen or so comics, including my friend’s friend. I don’t know if it was me, the cocktails on someone else’s tab, the location, or the comics, but I just wasn’t feeling it. Sorry I can’t be more descriptive than that.
Went to a family fun center with my “little” today. All the “bigs” and “littles” were invited, and I think about 25 matches showed up. It was a lot of fun, and we had these cool wristbands that allowed us to avoid the ticket line and go straight to the thing we wanted to do. Unfortunately for me, my “little” fell in love with miniature golf so we did BOTH courses. There were go-karts that looked like a lot fun, but since she was too short for the big ones she would have to go on the smaller ones. So, we waited in line for the smaller ones, then suddenly she realized they were for kids only and I couldn’t ride, so she said the sweetest thing–”I don’t want to go on those if we both can’t do it. I only want to do things we can do together.” Isn’t that precious?
It’s bad enough that I have to use two vacation days to go down to San Diego to be with my family during Passover, but to make it worse, the first seder also falls on the same day as the Dodgers home opener and the season finale of Average Joe 3. Lame.
Tuesday mornings I usually get to the office and begin an email exchange with one of my best friends about last night’s episodes of Las Vegas and Average Joe. However, this week my friend is off shmoozing with celebs at ShoWest, leaving me without anyone to chat with. So, any interesting comments about last night’s shows are welcome!
On “Playing it Straight” a tv show, is there a girl name Jackie this show ,whats her last n (Oh my god, could your search term be any longer?
I successfully sold my old DirecTV receiver on eBay today for $75. How cool is that? My new TiVo receiver was only $99, so I am quite the happy camper right now, especially considering the receiver I eBay-ed (is that even a word?) was free after rebate. I love eBay.
Just got back from dinner and the movies with co-workers. We saw Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Wow. All I really have to say is this: I will never again wish for the ability to erase someone from my memory. Ever.
On my way home from work I received a phone call from my “little” asking if backstage passes at a concert cost “a lot more or just a little more” than regular concert tickets. I tried to explain that you can’t just go out and buy a backstage pass, but I’m not sure she quite understood what I was telling her. Anyway, I asked her what concert she wanted to go backstage for, and she responded with Hilary Duff or Clay Aiken. Oy. What have I gotten myself into?!
I’m going to Vegas in a few months for my (gasp) 30th birthday. We booked our flight today on Ted. (They’re actually part of United and not some sketchy new airline. Get it? United.) When did flights to Vegas get so expensive? We used to be able to fly there for something like $39 each way. Anyway, wasn’t sure what I wanted to do for the big birthday, but a huge party was definitely out of the question. So, figured Vegas is always fun. I can’t wait!
Many of you have been emailing me asking what I am referring to when I talk about my “little.” So, to answer your questions–I am a volunteer Big Sister, also known as a “big.” Therefore, my Little Sister is my “little.” Glad that’s cleared up.
I found this recipe (don’t know where I got it, but I would love to give props to the appropriate person) for a flourless chocolate cake last year and made it for my mom’s birthday (which was during Passover). It was surprisingly good, and I will be making it again this year. The recipe calls for whipped cream and raspberries to top it, but we did a slight variation–ate the cake warm with ice cream and hot fudge…how can you go wrong? I think this year I may try a chocolate or raspberry glaze for the top, we shall see. Here it is:
Flourless Chocolate Cake
2 cups chocolate chips
3/4 cup unsalted butter or margarine
7 large eggs, separated
2/3 cup sugar, divided
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
2 cups sweetened whipped cream or whipped cream substitute (optional)
1 pint raspberries (optional)
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.
Grease a 9 inch springform pan and line with parchment paper. Heavily grease the parchment paper.
Melt the chocolate and butter together in a medium heavy saucepan over medium heat, stirring occasionally.
Remove from heat and cool to room temperature, stirring occasionally. Beat the egg yolks and 1/3 cup sugar in a large bowl for three minutes, or until the mixture thickens and turns a pale yellow.
Fold the chocolate mixture and vanilla into the egg yolk mixture and set aside. Using very clean beaters and a clean bowl, beat the egg whites until soft peaks form. Add the remaining 1/3 cup sugar and beat until medium-stiff peaks form.
Carefully fold the egg whites into the chocolate mixture a quarter at a time, until all of the egg whites have been added and the batter is uniform in color. Do not overmix.
Spoon the batter into the prepared pan and smooth evenly. Bake for 50-55 minutes, or until a cake tester comes out with moist crumbs rather than batter.
Cool the cake thoroughly in the pan (the cake will fall dramatically).
Remove the cake from the springform pan and place on a serving plate.
Refrigerate for at least 3 hours.
Beat the heavy cream with the sugar and then spoon into the center of the cake. Top with the raspberries and refrigerate for up to 12 hours, or serve immediately.
Makes 12 servings.
Early evening yesterday, I headed down to the laundry room to try to finally catch up on my four loads of laundry (darks, lights, sheets, and towels in case you’re interested). Unfortunately for me, a neighbor had beat me to the machines by about two minutes. What did I do? I simply asked her how many more loads she had to do (two more, four total), then said maybe I’ll come down later. Ended up going out last night, so later became today (9:00 a.m. to be exact), not quite sure what the hell I’m doing up so early on a Sunday, but that’s a different story altogether.
Anyway, 30 minutes later (yes, I’m prompt) I went downstairs to move my clean laundry to the dryer and throw in two more loads (we only have two machines, it’s a small building). My new-asshole-next-door-neighbor comes in with his ugly-runt-dog-that-looks-like-a-cat and looks totally confused. I explain I have two more loads to do–he then gives me a look and replies “JESUS!”. I think I followed proper apartment building laundry room etiquette, didn’t I?
My “little” is dying to go to a taping of American Idol. Unfortunately, I don’t know anyone at Fox (network) or CBS (where it tapes) that is able to help me snag some tickets. So, if you have any connections and want to help, please email me. Thank you!
Yes it’s true. This fall, NBC will begin airing Plain Jane, the female equivalent of Average Joe. There will be one “hot” guy and a bunch of “average” women. I’m guessing the show will attract a lot of female viewers, but not so sure about the male viewership. Should prove interesting nonetheless.
As I write this, I am sitting in my office in a high rise in Century City listening to a group of picketers outside the building next door. When we last looked outside, there were only about 15 people holding signs (couldn’t read what they said) and chanting (can’t understand what they’re saying) but they are loud. OK, time to try to get some work done.
Let me get this straight–you can say “bitch” or “ass” on TV but you get bleeped for saying “Jesus?” Did I miss something here?
If I were to go by the press the show is getting, I would guess I’m the only person enjoying Significant Others, the new semi-scripted, semi-improvised show on Bravo. Maybe I’m a little biased because there are a ton of Groundling alums on it and I’m a huge fan of the Groundings, or maybe it’s because a friend of mine from high school was on it tonight, but I think the show is hysterical. My inside source told me the show was planning on making a move to NBC in the near future, but seeing as I’m apparently the only person watching it, I doubt that will happen. So, if you get Bravo, definitely check it out!
Just got back from dinner and the movies with co-workers. Saw Jersey Girl– Not even close to being one of Kevin Smith’s finest, but it was cute (and a little sad) nonetheless. George Carlin was great, the Will Smith cameo was funny, and the little girl in it is adorable. OK, enough about the movie. Time to whine about the theater (AMC in Century City)–it wasn’t stadium style seating, a woman brought a baby (what’s up with that?), and the people sitting in front of us wouldn’t shut up, even after we shushed them. All that after 15 minutes of previews. Just more reasons why the Arclight is such a wonderful theater.
Some verbatim searches from the past few days:
And of course, the five trillion searches on certain celebs’ height and weight.
So tell me, how did you get here? And why do you keep coming back?
