For those of you who do NOT live in Boston, spring has finally arrived here. It’s absolutely gorgeous out, and we really needed some sunshine after the mega-rainstorm of last Thurs/Fri/Sat/Sun/Mon, which flooded lots of Mass. and which the Globe said would have been equivalent to eighty inches of snow. So, for the first time in 2010, the flip-flops came out of storage, and I’m enjoying the day on my deck. This is what it would look like if you were in my bedroom:
This morning at the dog park, Snoots barked at/chased (several times, in fact) at a big male (un-neutered) dog with the depressing name of Ken. They eventually worked their differences out, but it was probably only the 4th or 5th time in his life he’s gotten all up in the grill of another dog. An unbiased third party (the woman who walks Abby)– was shocked — shocked — and said as much. Snoots’ reputation as a chilled-out entertainer is known far and wide in Somerville. So his outburst today qualifies as news on an otherwise slow day.
Then we settled down for a nice afternoon of watching the NCAA and playing poker. For those of you who don’t know, when I’m not doing real work, I make most of my money playing poker, either online or at Foxwoods. Here’s what I spend several hours a day looking at:
My screen name is “Sneuticles”; a while back I googled “Sneuticles” to check out “brag hands” that other people had played online against me, to see if there were any big pots I had lost to bluffs or whatnot. Instead, I found this, which I really got a charge out of.
Speaking of my dog (as I frequently am), a big SNOOTY SHOUT-OUT to my dear friend Dana Roberts Chaffee, whose blog The Cilantro Critic inspired me to start this bitch. If you like pictures of adorable babies (in this case, my East Coast Goddaughter, Clara), and cooking/foodie insights, (for all you do) this blog’s for you. Here’s Dana, Clara, and My Boy Stu, a.k.a. “The Stud” (apparently taking a trip to a third-world country):
Final thoughts on Idol:
1. I loved how Ryan teed up that first performer, Orianthi, with the term “pioneering,” then she proceeded to deliver the most generic-sounding song (which I envision as the theme to some god-awful Friends knockoff) with the incredibly cliched black-leather outfit and even more cliched fan to blow her hair around.
2. I also had never heard of the chart-topping (I’m told) Ke$ha, and I wasn’t missing jack shit, apparently. How fucking pretentious can one person be, spelling her name like that. Maybe I’ll move to the UK and change my name to Ty£er.
3. When they came back from the last break (to announce whether it would be Paige or Lacey “singing for their lives”), I thought it would have been hilarious if, during the break, they had set up, on stage, the string quartet from Tuesday night that performed with Lacey. Woulda been sort of a giveaway.
4. And the way the judges talk during the singing-for-their-lives performances continues to bother me.
5. And how awesome was it that Crystal and Siobhan had the coolest car designs? There’s nothing they can’t do. Though I was kinda hoping Siobhan’s would have five wheels, and wings, and flashing lights in a circle around it.