19 September 2007


The Bloody Mary. I went from detesting Bloody Marys to craving them in a pretty short period of time. I think I had my first real Bloody Mary this spring. Couldn't drink a whole one to save my life until recently. This weekend? I had five between happy hour at The Herkimer before heading over to the BLB BLock Party and brunch at the Uptown on Sunday. I'm in love. I think I'm going to try to create my own this weekend. It's got to be spicy. I cannot stand the taste of plain tomato juice.

"Knee High," by French Kicks. This song is not new. It's on the album Two Thousand, which came out more than a year ago. I didn't pick it up until a few months ago, but every time I heard "Knee High" on The Current I'd have to check to see just who the hell it was. I was pretty hesitant to get the album because I was unimpressed by One Time Bells. The whole album is great, but "Knee High" just knocks my fucking socks off. When it comes up on my iPod, I am compelled to repeat it five or six times before moving on to the next song. I have no idea why, but I can't get enough of it.

Football. I finally get to watch the Gophers this week (fuck you, Comcast and Big Ten Network!). I can only imagine what the final score might be. It seems that whenever the Gophers play Purdue it's non-stop offense. I'm guessing the Gophers will give up 50-plus points. Ski-U-Mah! And the NFL season is in full swing -- I've already been to Macho Man's place to watch a game in HD on his fancy-ass TV. And I will be having The Social Worker and The Prison Librarian over at some point to watch the Queens when they are out of town (The Social Worker and Blondie are season ticket holders). I do love being lazy and watching football by myself on Sundays, but sometimes it's just a million times better to watch with others. The food and drinks are often better in those cases, too.

Meanwhile, in fantasy football, The Bob Saget Fan Club is 2-0. Suck it, bitches! Pick me to finish third, will you? The way Matt Schaub and Andre Johnson have been racking up the points for me, I'm well on my way to becoming a Texans fan. Hahahahahahahaha. Just kidding.

And in little kids' football, my nephew's team won their first game on Monday and I was there to see it. After having a serious crisis of confidence in the afternoon, my nephew bounced back to make a 40-yard run and score two extra points. I'm so proud!

"Tiny Spark," by Brendan Benson. I've been obsessed with this song since the first time I saw that video on 120 Minutes. As much as I play "Alternative to Love" on repeat, I think I do it more often with "Tiny Spark." First love and all that, I guess.

Trader Joe's Balela. Sweet, merciful crap is this stuff delicious. It's a Middle Eastern salad with chickpeas and black beans -- kind of like tabouli with the parsley and lemony-ness. I tried it one day when Trader Joe's was out of tabouli, which at the time I thought was the bee's knees. Oh, how wrong I was. There's just something about the texture the chickpeas and black beans add that the bulgar in tabouli just can't match. However, it seems as if the other patrons of Trader Joe's have discovered the sheer delightfulness that is balela and I've not been able to find it in stock for a couple of weeks now. It's all I can do to not stop by daily. I managed to snag the last container of tabouli last night, but it's not the same. I'll probably be unable to resist the lure after yoga tonight and I'll have to stop in to see if they've restocked. I'm crossing my fingers.

After all this talk of obsession ... I end up listening to "Sound of Sounds" my entire bus ride home tonight. This meant I didn't spend my bus ride being annoyed at the smell of dirty hair in my vicinity or trying desperately to avoid being touched by an enormous, hairy belly poking out out an ill-fitting shirt (DO NOT WANT). Instead, I spent the ride listening to "Sound of Sounds" over and over, with a dreamy, half-smile on my face.


Jerious Norwood said...

How about the Lord, Our God? Aren't you obsessed with him?

He even helped Jon Kitna back on the field after recieving a mild concussion in the first half. Doesn't that rate with Bloody Marys? What more does he have to do?!?

Jess said...

Where was the Lord, our God when I was watching that game in HD on Macho Man's giant TV? Where was he then, when I had to see -- in incredible detail and clarity -- each pockmark and discoloration on Kitna's face and head?

All the Bloody Marys in the world can't erase that sight from my mind. The Lord has forsaken me.

Jerious Norwood said...

I never said that the lord doesn't work in mysterious and completely arbitrary ways.

Anyway, it seems like this Macho Man hold intriguing possibilities. Do tell.

Jess said...

No, he holds no possibilities. Don't think you're the first to suggest it, dear Jerious.

It's a nice TV and all, but I had to watch the Vikings, for one, and watch them with him and his gym rat friends. Who gets the bulk of their friend group from the gym?

Irritable Male Syndrome said...

There are very few things that I can think of that aren't better in HD.

John Kitna is up there on that "not better, worse" list, right along with HD porn and HD triple bypass surgeries.

He is a hideous, hideous man.

Jess said...

Seriously, having to look at him made my eyes hurt so much they were watering. Or I was crying. Six of one ...

Anonymous said...



Also, you do know that your little waterbug badass receiver isn't playing this week, right?

No Andre, No Peace, for the Bob Saget Fan Club.

And honestly, Jerious, you are never going to get any real clock if you are hanging out here all week.

Jess said...

If God didn't want me bad-mouthing Kitna, he wouldn't have let him get so fugly.

I have the feeling Braylon Edwards is going to step up big time for The Bob Saget Fan Club this week.

Who am I kidding? He probably shot his wad last week.

Jerious Norwood said...

What does 'Clock' mean?

Jess said...

I had to read that comment several times before I just kind of figured he meant playing time, what with you being an NFL running back and all.

However, I more than briefly entertained the idea that the "l" was not meant to be in the word at all.

Jerious Norwood said...

No, I can get cock whenever I so choose.

Jess said...

*sigh* If only we were all so fortunate.