Tuesday Reviewsday!

Hey gang!

So, as I've mentioned in the past, Tuesdays blow. Big time. Not even the cutest cat hanging from a wire, advising me to "hang in there" will suffice.

So, to pass the 4 and a half hours until Hump Day arrives, I thought I'd share with all y'all some of my recent "favorite items." (I'm assuming "favorite things" is a copywritten franchise and I do NOT want to cross Oprah.)

Let's start with food:
As a bachelor residing in a shoebox all by my lonesome, it can be difficult cooking for one. Drinking for one is also difficult, and often turns in to drinking for eight or nine. (Just kidding, I only do meth!)

Anyway, I thought I'd share my current enjoyment for Target brand frozen items, specifically pizza. Tonight, I dined on some of their Goat Cheese and Spinach pizza, paired with some pan-seared chicken sausage and a salad. Needless to say, I am quite sated, and not in that gross "I just ate crap" kind of away. Added bonus: I have lunch for tomorrow.

In sum, give their frozen items a try the next time you are buying random crap from this establishment. I've also heard that they have awesome chocolate ice cream, although it has yet to show up here in Humboldt.

(Post Script to food section: I also offer my apologies to an unnamed reader who maintained that Target now sells hard booze. I was adamant that they didn't, and I failed.)

Up next, in music:

I knocked Ratatat initially as simple, mindless, beatmakers. I was wrong, and here is ample proof that they are, in fact, quite awesome:


On to movies:

I finally got around to making my lazy ass watch the first of the "Apu Trilogy" and partook in Pather Panchali, a sweeping epic that despite being shot in 1955, was brilliant to watch, and the music (Ravi Shankar, the father of the MUCH less talented Norah Jones) was spectacular. I am unbelievably dumb when it comes to articulating film reviews, so I'll just say this: Watch it for your self, and be the judge.

Finally, in books:
The last book I finished? "Slam", by Nick Hornby, author of "High Fidelity" and "About a Boy." I'm sad to report that until this gem, I've never read his work. I've only seen, and loved, movies based on his books. So I figured he must be good, right? RIGHT?! Right, he is that good. "Slam" rides the "underaged and preggerz" phenomenon sweeping pop culture lately, but does it without being preachy, glamorizing the clearly difficult situation, and remains charming. It's a quick read, that if Hollywood is worth its wait in coke should be adapted to the silver screen.