5.23.2007

best website, ever.

You seriously need to check this out. It's AMAZING.

www.littledirector.com

you can animate your own drawings! how adorable?!

Goal of the year: Make the washing machine sheep story into a MOVIE. yes. you kind of peed in excitement, i understand.

5.21.2007

why can't every day be free-cone day?

When my mom came to visit a week ago, we went to the Cheesecake Factory for lunch one day. When it came to cheesecake-time, instead of the cakes decked with chocolate cookie crumbs and goops of peanut butter, we split a tasteful lemon raspberry cheesecake. Now, I admit, I'm kind of a sucker for decadent cakes. I won't settle for any old chocolate cake; it has to be the intimidatingly named death by chocolate 7-layer black forest cake. However, this particular day, I felt like a light and fruity number. At first bite, I was truly in love. I kid you not. Madly in love. with a slice of cheesy heaven. It made me realize how I've simply forgotten how things are supposed to taste. Cheesecake is supposed to taste like cheesecake, with a slight lemon zest, not like a chocolate chip cookie. If you wanted a chocolate chip cookie, eat a chocolate chip cookie, not a cheesecake that sort of resembles the flavor of a c.c.c. What other things stopped tasting like what they ought to? I'm glad you asked.

1. popcorn. (cheddar? caramel? chocolate? seriously?) (ok, caramel corn is superb. but, still.)
2. have you noticed that vegetables now just taste like garlic? and butter?
3. graham crackers (cinnamon? chocolate? what's the point?!)
4. coffee + coffee creamers + hot chocolate + virtually every hot beverage
5. cream cheese. listen, i love cream cheese + lox on my bagels on occasion, but who seriously gets smoked salmon flavored packaged cream cheese?
6. ......

ok, so when i started this list i envisioned a list of, oh, 20 or so items. i've realized i actually like all the things that don't taste like what they're (naturally) supposed to. also, it occurred to me (frighteningly), just now, that you can season anything to taste like virtually anything. like.... hey, if you're craving something vanilla-y, and you happen to be cooking up a mean burger on the grill... you *could* end up with a vanilla hamburger. (which, i bet is on the secret menu at in and out). or, or, or.... you accidentally reach for the paprika instead of the cinnamon so you end up with a muy caliente (please tell me that's "very hot" in spanish. the only word i know in spanish is abuela) pumpkin pie.

which brings me to free cone-day (i guess there's no good segway from paprika pumpkin pie). ice cream is something i'm truly grateful that the flavors surpassed the neopolitan trio of chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry. what would you do without a pint of Half-Baked or Phish Food?

on a different note, have you ever taken the time to meander through the ben and jerry's website (http://www.benjerry.com/)? Um-- it's well worth the time and effort. Especially the flavor generator (when they had that up... maybe they don't have it anymore? not that... i've been checking out their website for years or anything. or that i'm a registered chunk spelunker. or that i get the ben and jerry's newsletter every month). but seriously, great company. did you know that they're really into saving the planet *while* making people happy (and deliciously obese? not to put a damper on things, but we really do have to do something about the obesity rate in the U.S. i say this as i write approx. 2 pages on cheesecake and ice cream. nice.)

5.15.2007

The thing about birthdays

Today is someone's birthday. Facebook and myspace both haven't alerted me that it's a friend's birthday, but it's bound to be someone's, right?

The thing about birthdays is that you age. You get one year older every year. When you're 5 you can't wait to be 6. That's one year closer to a double-digit birthday, which makes you really mature and responsible. By the age of 10, you probably stopped wetting your bed, had your first playground kiss, and have felt old enough to stop ordering from the kid's menu (at least I did. But then again, I was an obese child whose appetite couldn't be satiated by a dinky kid-friendly serving of chicken tenders. Come to think of it, I order kid's menu meals more now, as a 23-year old, than when I was 10).

So, aging is exciting when you're still in your single-digits. Actually, even in the double-digits (at least early on), aging is great. Even when you're 10, you still have your teens to look forward to. As a teen, you start fantasizing about how old you're going to be when you marry your then-boyfriend. At least, teenaged girls do. At least, teenaged girls on Long Island who have nothing better to do, do. So, as a teen, you look forward to 24, which is the precise age you want to get married to your then-boyfriend. when you're a bored teen on Long Island. Oh, but before 24, there's the oh-so-important, magical age of 21.

To be honest, I didn't really look forward to turning 21. At least, not to the extent of many of my fellow dorm-buddies. Perhaps it was the fake ID + the cashiers at all the campus beer-huts willing to overlook my obvious under-21-ness. Perhaps it was the shamefully low tolerance I had for alcohol. Perhaps it was my perpetually empty wallet. I was perfectly content throwing back a $3 bottle of Boone's Farms, bought around the corner at the shady-mart with my fake ID, instead of glamming up for a night on the town.

Anyway, birthdays. At what point do you just start wanting to turn a year younger, rather than older? Is there nothing to look forward to after 25? Is it too early for me to start thinking that? Can you still want to be 22 next year while wishing you were ready for more responsibilities (like adopting a pet? like buying a home?)?

Am I having a quarter-life crisis?

Yes.