Wow, nothing like getting spanked from all the way over in Tasmania. If it wasn't on my list of things to do before I die, it should be and I should consider it crossed off. Mortifying and hot always did go so well together. Got bitchslapped on today's podcast and as requested, I did infact email Chris to apologize profusely for the fact that we in America actually do have a "sarcastic font" and clearly it just hadn't made the journey over. And no, we don't get it.
Though it was grand to hear Triple B finally, she always has great comments over at the Cinemaslave forums!
I was in the middle of packing up the apartment and nearly left the room (not that I ever leave the room mid-podcast, ahem) when I seriously fucking heard, "Oh, and for Ellen Aim..." and nearly shit myself in embarrassment. Luckily, I'd already promised myself that if I packed x-number of boxes I could hit the Flying Saucer for Most Pints $2.50 Night. So several Stellas and I read a few more chapters in the ol' Bourdain. Then D showed up and he is currently renting a season of Aqua Teen Hunger Force because it has just been too long. And beer and ATHF just go so nicely.
And considering that in a one-hour time span, both Cool Shite and Bourdain discussed The Prisoner, clearly it is just time to Netflix 'em.
Ok, I had planned to write more about foodie-ish things, Bourdain in China, best meals recalled...but hey, there's Aqua Teen Hunger Force and Blue Moon Ale waiting. Later.