Seth MacFarlane

So handsome...I betchya he'd look good on a lawnmower...

The End Is Here

Sadly, the day has arrived; it's the last episode of Lost ever. I'll be heading to Bishop's place in a few and I am bringing along my usual Series Finale Treat - cupcakes! Well, except for the last ep of Six Feet Under where I brought a chocolate mousse graveyard with headstones. But cupcakes were present for Sex and the City, The Sopranos, and Carnivàle and so tonight is no different. Here they are, each carrying the name of a character we have grown to love. A bonus heart can be found on our favourite fellas. Ah, the gentleman of Lost...

(i feel an overwhelming sense of guilt (damn that catholic upbringing!) for having to omit so many fabulous characters like desmond, faraday, bernard, walt, michael, rousseau, and richard. just cuz they didn't get a cupcake doesn't mean i don't have love in my heart for them!)

One Degree From the Duke

My dear friend, Karen, worked at The Scripps Clinic in La Jolla back in the sixties. She was a free and fabulous spirit even then, complete with her yellow convertible VW Bug, the trademark automobile for a true hippie chick. Last year Karen told me that working at Scripps allowed her to meet several interesting celebrities. Among them were Andy Williams, J. Edgar Hoover, and John Wayne. The John Wayne story is my favourite. She spoke of how his beautiful Latina wife would drive him to the hospital in an old station wagon and of how one time she got to escort Mr. Wayne down the hallway while he was dressed in his bathrobe. Karen said that he was incredibly tall and incredibly kind. I love to hear her tell this story because her eyes open wide and sparkle. Her face breaks into a sweet smile and one can see that she is remembering back to how pleased she was to discover that the man she had admired for so many years was everything she imagined he would be. And then some.

Somerset Street

Marina and I were at Tacconelli's for Sunday brunch not long ago and I snapped this photo. The pizza was good, not as good as we had hoped considering that all anyone every talks about regarding the neighbourhood is Stock's pound cake and Tacconelli's pizza. It should be stated that I, along with all of my siblings and maternal family members, were brought up with Stock's cake at every bday party. (We're Irish Catholic, so that's a boatload of bdays, honey.) Stock's is without question, thee best pound cake ever created. Ever.
As for pizza, Tacconelli's is good, but they misspelled Margherita Pizza and tomato on the menu. Hey, I spell stuff wrong, too, but c'mon, take some pride in your business and realise that Margherita is pizza and Margarita is a cocktail. But regardless of misspellings and so-so pizza, the door across the street from the restaurant was fabulous. It reminded me of the door in Gaslight and I kept expecting a cockney accented Angela Lansbury to present herself at the threshold. Alas, t'was not to be.

Whachya Readin'?

And here is bookcase number two. This one holds my more recent readings. (Clearly Henry Rollins is my favourite author because his words rock my proverbial socks off. Holla.) The bottom shelf houses my college textbooks that I couldn't bring myself to sell, as well as a handful of albums that didn't fit in my record cabinet.
I often wonder how the authors of these books would feel about who their book sidles up next to. Would Lou Reed be disturbed to know that his Raven rests beside Fred Rogers? I like to think he'd actually be quite pleased. On the other hand, I kinda feel like Bret Easton Ellis would be mildly horrified to find that American Psycho is cuddled up with Valley of the Dolls.

Cartoon Beavers Exist!

Not long ago my cousin Zach and I were taking a walk near the swamp by my parents' house. On our stroll I noticed that a bunch of trees were gnawed down to pencil points like in cartoons. I was automatically amused because in the twenty years I lived in that house I never once saw any beavers and I never actually thought that beavers chewed trees down like this. In short, I was delighted. Luckily I had my little Elph cam in my back pocket and was able to snap some fotos. Here they be:

Woodstock Art

Melis and I went to Woodstock Trading Company in Cherry Hill a few days ago and on our way back to the car I noticed this awesome flower pot sculpture. Snapped a pic for all one of my readers, so enjoy!