New treat for the day is “party cake”-flavored marshmallow Peeps.
Party cake.
Either birthday cake is copyrighted, or the Peeps peeps just want to be inclusive of everyone. You know, for like people who don’t have birthdays.
New treat for the day is “party cake”-flavored marshmallow Peeps.
Party cake.
Either birthday cake is copyrighted, or the Peeps peeps just want to be inclusive of everyone. You know, for like people who don’t have birthdays.
I finally got my hands (and mouth) on that new Ginger Ale Lemonade from Canada Dry.
Big Lots, of all places.
Verdict?
It’s almost as good as either ginger ale or lemonade.
One year ago I started a “quarantine goal” of reading–yes, reading–every single issue of Playboy magazine cover to cover. Issues started in December 1953. So far I’ve made it to August of 1961.
Yeah, I’ve still got a ways to go. I forgot that those early issues are like full-length novels. Indeed, there are in fact some full-length novels serialized in those early Playboy issues (Fahrenheit 451, anyone?).
Luckily we’ve got a little more quarantine to go.
And let’s face it, this one isn’t exactly a chore.
Among other oddities regarding this year’s NCAA Men’s Basketball Tournament there is this: three schools from upstate New York (real upstate New York) are dancin’ in 2021.
The last time Syracuse, St. Bonaventure, and Colgate all made the Big Dance?
Anyone?
Yup. Never!
Add in “upstate” New York Iona (it’s upstate if you live in the city or “way the hell upstate” if you live on Long Island) and you’ve got a new Tobacco Road along the Hudson-Erie Corridor.
This is basketball country.
Last year I totally got cheated out of this thing we call “March Madness.” (Is that copyrighted? Can I say that?)
Not this year, baby!
Georgetown! Iona! Mount St. Mary’s! And those giant-killers from the America East Conference, the Hartford Hawks.
Oh, this Dance is gonna be good.
There’s no official date that the COVID-19 Era began, but there is for me in a way. It was March 12, 2020, that I received a 5 a.m. phone call from our school district’s superintendent saying that schools would be closed that day, the next day and–get this–the whole following week!
Ha! A whole week! How ridiculous!
I was ecstatic for about 10 minutes as I contemplated what was basically an extra Spring Break. Yeah, it started to sink in a short while later what this all really meant, but those 10 minutes were glorious.
Come to think of it, everything in my life before then was pretty damn good too. I just took it all for granted.
Won’t make that mistake again.
Experts say it’s now the Brooklyn Nets, not the Lakers, who are NBA frontrunners this shortened season. With the addition of Blake Griffin they’ve now got a team of all-stars, and are poised to overtake the Sixers atop the Eastern Conference.
A little farther out the LIE the New York Islanders sit atop their division as well. Is Long Island the new sports mecca?
Short-lived reign, Tampa Bay.
I’ll admit it. I was wrong.
(First time for everything.)
Six months ago when everyone was sweating Ted Lasso I purposely didn’t watch it because, well, I thought it looked stupid.
Actually, I still think it looks stupid, but in actually watching it? Damn that show is good.
I was worried Ted Lasso would be one of those “sports” shows that’s not really about sports.
Actually it’s exactly that, but somehow it’s still great.
Rather than try to explain how (it would require even more italics), I’ll simply say watch it if you have not yet. I’ve seen the first season, and can’t wait for Season Two.
I’ve seen said season advertised (“summer,” they say), and yes, it looks stupid.
Don’t mind that at all.
I’ve been waiting for probably a year to see On the Rocks. Bill Murray and Rashida Jones, directed by Sofia Coppola… this is gonna be good, right?
Can’t get it at any of my usual streaming locations. Makes me want to see it more. Can’t even buy it on Amazon. Oh, now I’ve really gotta see it.
Clouds lift when I find it available (for free!) on Apple TV+.
I got what I paid for.
And though I love the guy, Bill Murray still hasn’t made a good movie since about 1993.
Cameo appearance in Space Jam excluded.
You know how for the past year we’ve all been terrified of approaching strangers? Can’t get within six feet of them let alone talk. (I know, it’s had its benefits, amirite?)
The buffer’s slipping away.
I’m walking into Walmart the other day… dude outside comes up and asks me for a cigarette.
Couldn’t even get an insulting remark to my lips before I thought hey, I’m conversing with a stranger! It’s 2019 again!
Yup, it’s the little things.