it's just logic people.

some women are jewelry people.

i am not.

in fact all of my jewelry comes from the clearance bin at target.

which means it's plastic or wood.

don't get me wrong, i've bought some cute jewelry at target.

but i have never bought fancy jewelry nor have i received fancy jewelry, apart from my engagement ring.

i'm cool with it bc i probably wouldn't wear it anyway.

jewelry is fussy and not comfortable, so no complaints.

 

BUT!

 

i think that affords me a leather sofa.

right?

 

i mean a leather sofa is one, really fancy ring.

or one fancy necklace.

or a SUPER fancy watch.

or a thousand bags of fancy marshmallows.

 

see?

logic.

 

 

 the leather delusion continues....

 

 

 

 

 

 

one thing i have discovered since this leather chicanery began..

at one time i thought no way could you have a room with more than one, maybe 2 pieces of leather...tops.

 

but i was wrong about that..

 

 

i DO think however that the room needs to be sizeable.

 

which means my living room could not handle the heaviness of more than one piece of leather.

 

unless....

it's a brass and leather klismos chair.

which i am also accepting in lieu of jewelry.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i would not turn down any color leather sofa if it were the right shape and size.

but if i could CHOOSE a color...it would be black.

buttery soft, faded to a soft silver in places...black.

 

 

or this one in black...

don't get me wrong..this color is very nice.

but i just think black is better (that's what she said).

i think you can do more with black (that's what he said).

i think it can go many ways...fit many whims of your decor flightiness.

but i'd TAKE any color and make it work.

such is the mindset of a craigslist shopper.

this one will do nicely too with it's PERFECT black leather condition.

that means i can age it myself.  with spills and cat pee and kid vomit.

 

i'll take it with this coffee table..

 

 

this rug..

and this mirror...

 

 

that's a good start.

 

and christmas is coming and just before that is my birthday.

so many opportunities for you to practice good logic. 

 

 

 

information monday

 

i have a tendency to diarrhea information all in one post on mondays.

it's just that i have been away for 2 whole days and in that time i discover things about myself that i didn't know...

 

like...

 

someone has a marshmallow addiction..

 

yes and that someone is me.

 

and here's the crazy part...in all of my years i never even CARED about marshmallows.

 

i thought they were dumb.

 

 

fyi that is too burnt for me. i like them to be a soft beige color with NO char. and only a tiny bit warm in the center.  i now have marshmallow standards. and yes, i ate it anyway.

 

we have been building fires almost every weekend in the back yard.

it's fun.

we just sit around and burn shit.

 

"hey what about this old chair?"

"yes! throw it in the fire!!!!"

 

and you can't have an outdoor fire without roasting..toasting? marshmallows!!

 

and you might be saying to yourself...

a marshmallow is a marshmallow.

but you would be wrong!

 

have you tried these?

they are amazing.

 

i think the key here is vanilla. 

they are so vanilla-y.

and soft. like clouds.

 

they are just really good.

 

i have heard some people make their own but that's like making your own puff pastry.

why would you when there is delicious perfect puff pastry that costs 11 dollars at whole foods?

 

so yeah, these marshmallows are not the cheapest marshmallows and that is not good for my addiciton but they are worth it.

 

 you can get them here.

and if you don't have a fire pit in your yard you can also make them on a gas stove.

or with a blow torch.

i have done both. 

 

ok moving on...

 

i can't stop thinking about this apartment featured on nuevo estilo...

 

 

 

 

a couple of things here intrigue me..

1.  i can't get over how the whole place seems so considered and so thrown together.

it's totally freaking me out!!!

like...hey girl...did you mean to paint those walls barf beige?   or were they already barf beige and you just worked with it and added some bright blue to offset but also play off the barf beige and then throw down some sunny caramel leather to contrast so amazingly with the blue but then also appear to be barf beige's happier cousin thus making it all work together so amazingly?!

 so that now

2. i am considering painting my living room barf beige?!

only a high gloss barf beige.

but then finding a BLACK leather sofa worn to perfection and throwing down some blue parsons side tables and some cut glass lamps with sunny yellow lampshades and a caramel leather side chair, a beni rug, some big blue photograph and a chrome and marble coffee table?

 

 

and then this happened:

 

p.s. this is not my living room.  i am sitting in my living room.  this is the keeping room/entry.

 

it needs styling but i am torn between a ton of frames and family photos or a big mirror and my coral collection.

i have no frames or a big mirror.

 

so there's that.

 

 

 

 

grab your red negligee and your cabinet full of canes it's time for your ahs recap!

 

first things first...

 

as if for one second i believe that a girl that hot would EVER want to do it in the 'death chute'.  unless she is referring to her poop chute.  because i totally call my pooper the death chute. 

and hot girls are notorious for wanting to do it in their butts.

just ask my husband.  he seems to think all hot girls like it in the butt.

but that is not why i call my pooper the death chute.

i certainly do NOT like it in the butt, mine is named the death chute bc of what comes out of it.  obv.

 

and adam levine?  really?

until i saw him 'moisten the area' last night i was all...adam levine is a doucher with a whiny voice.

but now...i would totally let him moisten my area.

my area 51.

speaking of..

holy shit!

aliens?

i did NOT see that coming.

 

ok ok...

let's back up.

 

briarcliff manor present day...

 

adam levine is all.."she wiiiill be loooooved on this table".

meganfox/jennadewan (same person) is all "you can do it in my butt in the death chute (effectively death chute²) just as soon as you investigate that noise".

p.s. i used to live in an apartment building called briarcliff and it was built in 1900 and i am pretty sure i had tuberculosis for a minute when i lived there.  and i am certain it is where i first became a little bit insane.

and it was definitely the place i discovered i did NOT like it in my death chute.

 

all facts.  

 

anyway..blah blah blah adam levine gets his arm ripped off by something resembling a hand..

 

cut to 

a gas station in 1964.

tate season 1 is pumping gas that is 30 cents a gallon which was highway robbery apparently in 1964.

i am certain this is true bc as of this moment i cannot seem to locate a cents sign on my computer.

1964=stone age.

 

some asshole is obviously disgruntled by the obscene gas prices and throws his 3$ worth of gas on the ground.

after tate season 1..ok...KIT.  his name is kit but that name is so 1964-contrived i want to vomit comet in everyone's face.

anyway..after kit picks it up and dances away bc he is so blissfully happy with life that he doesn't give a shit that some asshole threw his money on the ground, the lights go out and i am all...here we go!!!

scary scary scary time!!

 

but then billy someone shows up and is all....hah ha!!  i got you!

 

the only thing scary about this scene is the fact that billy looks exactly like giovanni ribisi only he is not giovanni ribisi and that is scary bc he looks JUST FUCKING LIKE GIOVANNI RIBISI!!

 

seriously raise your hand if you were thinking that was giovanni ribisi in a giovanni ribisi mask.

 

anyway...bc it's 1964 there is bound to be some racial tension bc that is indeed a scary human reality that we are still living today and nothing pleases ryan murphy more than drawing parallels between present day horrors and olden time horrors.

 

so billy charms us all with his use of the 'n word' and we see kit flinch a little.

he then goes on to talk about kit's maid.

how can a gas station attendant afford a maid?

huh?

i'm so confused.

wait...there's more innuendo!!

there just so happens to be a piece of chocolate right next to billy and he takes a bite...looks at kit and says..

"mmmm...chocolate".

what does it mean?!

 

 the real horror so far is the fact that that chocolate is totally baking chocolate and baking chocolate is bullshit.

 

next up we see kit coming home and his "maid" aka new black wife, alma, waiting with a smile on her face.

 

only she is soooo not baking chocolate.  she isn't even milk chocolate!!  she is maaybe chocolate mousse if i squint.  

anyway...

they kiss, they talk about their marriage being legal and they haven't done anything wrong and they should go public with their love etc...

ahh....parallels.

1960's interracial marriage=present day gay marriage.

ryan murphy is trying to school some people.

i don't need so much convincing on the topic.

but hey, here's to hoping the idiots who actually believe that gay/interracial marriage is wrong are bright enough to see it too. 

 

anyway kit and alma proceed to do it.

after alma gets up to make her husband some dinner the light of a thousand suns comes beaming through every possible opening in the house...OBVIOUSLY this is billy ribisi.

only it's totally stick creatures with the power to suck everything up and out.

also they have probes. 'death chute' probes. 

alma screams "help me" and is gone.

kit gets his clothes ripped off and his death chute poked only not in a good way.

 

next we are introduced to craigslist psychic season 1 aka lana, a sassy, nosy, lesbian reporter clearly inspired by velma from scooby doo-

who is coming to taste some baked goods or something.

 

she is met by baby killing, pepper.

 

i would like to say i was freaked out by pepper's appearance but i know a pair of bubba teeth when i see them.

nice try ryan murphy.

that is actually jennifer lopez under there.

 

next we see sister jude (once again, brilliantly played by jessica lange) giving chloe sevigny a skrillex cut for being a slut.  

 

jessica lange has a way of playing a completely insane evil person that deep down you feel sorry for. 

there is always such a vulnerability with her performances.

 

oops!  in walks blubbering blundering sister eunice with lana banana.

if this weren't a modern day horror show set in the 60's i'd think this was an 80's sitcom set in the 60's.

 

although, i get the sense that at some point she is going to have the last laugh.

until scooby takes the mask off and we see that it's actually not sister eunice at all!!

it's violet!!

"and i'd have gotten away with it too if it weren't for these meddling insane people!"

 

jude tells eunice to knock next time, sheesh!!

and eunice profoundly apologetic (too apologetic if you ask me- side eye to you eunice)exits only to RE-enter again...without knocking.  (cue laugh track)

seriously can someone re-cut this entire episdoe as a comedy?

 

anyway...this time eunice has some news!

apparently right now, downstairs they are bringing in the scary murderer who killed all those people and stole their faces off their heads or something.

lana banana perks right up and is all...ooooh, is that bloody face? can i talk to him?  i'd really like to ask him some questions.  

 the idea that lana is not actually there to eat jessica lange's pie is almost too much for her to take.

one gets the sense that jessica is conflicted by impure thoughts of fame and fortune and sex and stuff a lot. 

 

 

cut to kit being brought in as the scary bad man.

wait...so kit is bloody face?

oh...we don't really know WHO bloody face is?

ok..

time will tell.

i think it's kit though.

right?

 

anyway....good news! 

 

kit's butt.

 

thank you ryan murphy.

kit picked up where dylan mcdermott left off.

 

many women and gays thank you.

 

ok..blah blah kit gets a shower of flour and water.

someone's making dough?

 

then he goes to sleep courtesy of a big fat needle,

wakes up and gets his ass caned by sister jude.

 

after he wakes up from that mess he wanders around the looney common room where he meets grace, some wide eyed french girl who looks crazy in that girl interrupted angelina jolie way..which is to say not at all.

grace is to be his mentor at briarcliff.  

saying.."stick with me kid....i'll make sure you get food and cigs."

actually, no.  she doesn't say that.

 

and then BAM kit gets clocked in the face by kelly rippa's husband.

what?

random times a million.

kit is sent to solitary confinement because, duh!

 

upstairs in sister jude's room eunice is crying bc someone named willie is gone.

jude senses someone is up to no good...

and she barges in on dr. arden who likes plants and murdering people.

he is a scientist!!!

which means everything he does from this moment on will be backed up by the institution of science!!

dr. science is obviously killing patients and feeding the aliens out back with thier bloody, ground up remains.

totally science.

totally normal.

 

later we meet lana banana's girlfriend, wendy, who smokes pot and teaches school and is a lesbian!!

they seem to be a great couple. in a healthy relationship.  

supportive of one another and in love. 

but they're lesbians!!! 

not possible.

 

lana tells wendy that she has big plans to sneak into briarcliff to get an interview with bloody face.

it will put her on the map as a journalist.  

and wendy is totally supportive of this crazy idea bc there is no way that anything terrible will happen.

 

 

cut to sister jude'lia child whipping up a fancy coq au vin and perfuming her boobies while wearing a red slip.

for a second i thought this was some kind of daydream shit but then realized no...totally real.

and totally awesome.

 

so who is this magical dinner and scented boobie spectacle for?

not dr. science.

kit?

 

OH!!  joseph fiennes!

i totally get it.

i would be slutting it up under my habit too if the head priest looked like joseph fiennes.

 father o'hara is going on and on about becomming a cardinal in NY and making jude his mother superior.

blah blah blah..

jude is hearing none of it, instead she is fantazising about sitting on his fat, irish weiner.

who wouldn't be jude?  who wouldn't be?

 

meanwhile sister eunice is carrying some buckets filled with bloody stumps and eyeballs through the woods to feed the aliens.

lana banana is out there smoking a cigarette. what?  weird.

lana is like...wait a second!  what's out there? i hear growling. are those stumps and eyeballs in those buckets?

yeah, duh.  that's your cue stupid. 

 

meanwhile kit is eating sans hands in his cell and dr. science comes in to shoot up his neck with some sleepy time drugs.

 

this scene and the following scenes are interspersed with adam levine and megan dewan dealing with adam's unfortunate arm situation.

jenna fox is running down the death chute (that's what he said) looking for a way out and running into meat face.  bloody face.  whatever.

 

eunice and lana are also walking down the death chute.

lana is asking too many questions. 

eunice is a tad overwhelmed.

kelly ripa's husband flings dookie in her face which is obviously too much for eunice to handle so she leaves lana in the chute to fend for herself.

lana hears jude clippity clopping in her nun clogs down the hall and she pops into an empty cell.

after the coast is clear lana emerges to investigate the same door that ripped adam levine's arm off.

 

meanwhile dr. science is probing around kit's face and neck area and removes a motherfucking space spider.

the fuck?

 

 

back in jude's room..

 

eunice is blubbering about being stupid and she demands to be spanked.

only instead of jude's obviously small usual cane eunice takes it upon herself to get the biggest cane in the giant cane armoire.

i think she likes it.

this freaks jude out a little bit and she tells her to leave.

 

 

meanwhile...

lana wakes up strapped to a bed wondering what happenend...

 

she tells jude that they can't keep her there, people will come looking for her.

 

at this point we cut to jude visiting lana's girlfriend... 

 

 

essentially it breaks down like this:

jude: lana has had a bad accident and needs to stay with us for a really long time, don't even try to step in and save her you heathen.

wendy: but wait. i am her...umm...friend.. i have rights.

jude: um no.  you don't.  you are a homo and a school teacher and i can ruin you forever.

wendy: you suck dicks lady!  

jude: i wish.

 

meanwhile..

 

 

jude confronts lana with the news of wendy's consent to have her committed and proceeds to tell lana that together the two of them are going to pray the gay away.

 

cut to dr. science scrubbing away the funk in metal arm eating door room.

dr. science: (scrub scrub) oh hey nothing to see here.

jude: you're up to something you evolution loving jesus hater. 

 

at this point jenna megan has run into bloody face who is about to eat her face..

THE END.

 

 

i thought it was good, very good even. 

great acting, of course.

certainly engaging and creepy.

but scary?

no.

not even close.

i might have jumped when that creepy spiderchip scurried away, but that's bc i fucking hate spiders.

everything else was, meh.

 

fave bits:

jennifer lopez as pepper the baby killer.

jude's fantasy with father hotness.

the total fucking random casting of kelly ripa's husband as a gold toothed, shit slinging crazy.

lesbian characters front and center.

 

your thoughts??

 

 

sorry this took so long btw...i was at an audition for TWO HOURS today!

and it was an hour away in traffic.  uphill both ways.

 

 

 

this is a post about a can opener. a can opener that will change your life.

 i admit a post about a can opener is about as exciting as a post about pouring paint into a jar.

unless you need a can opener.  or a jar of paint.

but after years of searches for can openers that don't fucking suck i finally found the one can opener that rules them all....

it is the kuhn rikon safety can opener....

i have gone through a lot of can openers.

i refuse to own an electric can opener bc they are dumb and lazy and that shit gets nasty and you know no one ever washes that shit properly.

all the other manual can openers rust and stop working after a while and i hate them all.

this one doesn't open the TOP part of the lid...it removes the lid from the outside rim of the can.

in other words it never touches the inside of the can...it never touches the food!!  

which means it never needs washing and it will never rust.

i admit it took me a few tries to get it, but now i look forward to tuna fish and am sad when the tuna cans are pop top lids.

 

also it is a phone...

 

 

 

just kidding it's not a phone. 

 

 

it's a moustache..

 

 

 

no one needs to tell me about their favorite can opener because i have tried it already and it sucks.

 

 

you're welcome internet.

 

p.s. i wrote a stellar review of the can opener here

 


 

 

battle of the bedrooms

 

 

i am obviously obsessed with lots of pattern these days.

 

many of you professed your hatred of the matching outside mounted window shades in bedroom #1.

i will tell you this..

TO ME...that is part of what keeps the room looking modern.

i will tell you this also too in addition...

the room is way better looking in the magazine (nov. house beautiful) than in this dinky picture.

 

bedroom #2...is pretty fucking amazing too though.

perhaps even more amazing in that it's like a blue majestic work of art.

if you follow me you know i poop golden nuggets over that wallpaper.

but THAT wallpaper with THAT floor is too good.

and don't get me started on that fancy lady antique chest.

and the tiny little square mini table in front of it.

 

and the bed and the pale blue desk?

i can't.

 

but...here's what i also know without a doubt.

i would get real tired of the blue bedroom a lot quicker than the creamy bird bedroom.

 

 

thoughts?

 

p.s. if you have to buy one magazine this month make it house beautiful.

the nov issue is ridiculously good.

the nov issue of elle decor (apart from the alex papachristidis lair) is not.