…even if you hate cigarettes (as I do), are a former smoker (9 years former!) and dislike riding the BART escalator with assholes who can’t wait to light up (as I am), and even have had a heart attack directly related to cigarette sucking (me again!).
…because they don’t eat solid food. Only blood. And I don’t mean blood sausage. Actually, that would make an amusing episode of a Travel Channel show — a celebrity chef turns into a vampire and searches the world for the perfect blood sausage.
But, no. Frankenstein likes bread and wine (and tobacco!), and the Wolf-Man devours meat. Dracula doesn’t even eat blood, he drinks it. And the Mummy is a vegan (tanna leaves).
Yes, I saw Dark Shadows. I thought it was pretty damn funny, and well worth seeing if you grew up in the late 60s or early 70s, and/or read a lot of gothic novels. Tim Burton fans, Alice Cooper fans, and original Dark Shadows fans should also feel gratified. I have no idea what the rest of you might think about this thing — other than the stupid review on SF Appeal (Mick La Salle liked it, but he falls under the category of people who grew up in the early 70s, I think).
Postscript: I was about to comment on the stupid review on SF Appeal, but they’re hiding behind some kind of defensive log-in process that no longer allows me to log in. What I wanted to say was this, Quote:
"While Barnabas does savagely kill people in the movie, he’s never actually scary.”
That’s what makes the movie camp, you idiot! Well, that, and the Carpenters references….
…the past two weeks, I’ve enjoyed movies featuring actors who share a birthday with me — Jackie Earle Haley and Harry Dean Stanton. It feels funny because Haley seems to me to be your generation’s Stanton (Stanton, of course, is my generation’s Stanton). Heh heh.
"Giving people what you know they're going to like...
…that’s soul-destroying, in a subtle sort of way.” — I think that’s an exact quote from Tony Bourdain on this week’s No Reservations. And I have to say — NO, TONY, IT IS NOT! That’s the kind of thought that comes from someone who has NO sympathetic relationship with the people he cooks for. That is the idea of someone who cooks to become a media star. I love your show, but the people in far-away lands who cook for you on it (and allow their images to appear on it) would reject your passing thought in a heartbeat. People who cook to live, cook for the happiness of the people who eat their food (and the money, honey). If a cook can’t do that, he should find another job.
Tony is another “crab and monkey”, by the way, as is Tom Hanks. I like to keep track of these things.
I need to do something about my anger management...
…problem is, the thing I need to do is get the fuck out of The Mission. Fortunately, it’s looking like I can do that by the end of the summer. So, Allan, how about a dinner party around August? How many guests?
…that I forgot to celebrate this Tumblr’s first birthday (on April 21st). If you haven’t been following my Flickr activities, I’ve been making month-by-month “best-of” montages of the stuff here and posting them over there.
The latest issue of Cook’s Illustrated magazine has an article that claims that it is possible to roughly approximate the flavor of barrel-aged bourbon (12-year-old W.L. Weller was the standard) by adding common chemical additives to cheap bourbon (not named, but, guessing by the price, I’d say Old Crow -> Jim Beam). The additives for a standard 750 ml bottle were: 3/4 teaspoon vanilla extract, 1/8 teaspoon liquid smoke, and 1 tablespoon dry sherry. I haven’t tried this, yet, but Cook’s Illustrated has a good reputation for thoroughly testing this stuff on their own.