Live Blogging: Wine and David Blaine

I know I know. Blogging overload. I've had all these great posts 3/4ths done and they never got published. So I've been thinking about it, just not doing anything. Til today. When you are INUNDATED with content. Hurrah.

For now. Am occupied with "David Blaine: Drowned Alive" and boxed wine.

This is apparently "everything he's been working for for the last 2 years"....uhhh. ok. He also advises we "not try this at home." Last time I checked I didn't happen to have access to a human aquarium and nine or whatever days available to waste floating in it. But maybe he will wow me. Apparently he's either gonna wow me or die, so that's something.

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It's taken 127 professionals to keep David Blaine alive in this tank. Or something like that. And maybe he's gonna wind up brain damaged. Somehow I think none of this is gonna happen because, hello, if it really was then jackass wouldn't be in said tank, but it's better teevee this way.

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David Blaine might be the most poorly-spoken ass-talker I've ever heard. Really. But who knew he did all this stuff with the being frozen in ice and buried alive and living in a box and standing on some tall thing for a long time. Very survivor-esque. I mean I had some awareness of David Blaine before this, but really, what is this kid doing? I don't know whether to conclude his stunts are just less daring than the media relays or if he's really just a totally retard.

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How does this vignette about David Blaine: Good Samaratin to Inmates in a Maximum Security Prison fit in to this whole Drowned Alive shenanigan? Like, hmm they're gonna die in this jail, just like he might die in this fishtank except wait, no, sike! he can get out whenever he wants and is just doing this for the hell of it! Oh snap! What an inspiration to all these guys with life sentences!...or something like that.

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Ok David Blaine, you want me to think you're a hardass. I get it. But when you're filming an interview with that guy who cut off his own arm with a dull knife when he was trapped under a boulder? Is it really necessary to wear short sleeves in the snow? I mean really. Just put on a coat dude.

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I'm beginning to think this blogging endevour is totally less than entertaining for everyone but me.

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8:52. wtf? how long does this shit go til. Honestly. Looking like he's not gonna emerge til 10pm and really this is not that engaging.

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9:04. David Blaine speaks! Sike. He just went back underwater sans words. This is uhh, retarded.

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Just remembered how much I don't read other people's live blogging as it is totally boring.

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"No stunt doubles. No rest. This is America's heart." Navy SEALS are hardcore. You know what they probably wouldn't do? This stunt. Then again, while they may be harder core than Mr. Blaine, also? Poorer.

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Ray came home. My live bloggings gone to shit. Mainly because this is idiotic. Predictions: David Blaines survives, we all forget about this by Wednesday.

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Update: David Blaine loses! Well he's not dead but he didn't break any breath-holding record. Really, it was all for naught huh.

Photo Blogging: Beer Dinner

I wanted to do a before and after post about the Beer Dinner. But then I realized there weren't really any before photos since the drunkeness came in to play about halfway through the first course. So here's the after.

It's Meat

Last week I had to go buy $65 worth of chorizo at The Organic Butcher for the Ballroom's beer dinner. Somehow I never imagined it'd be that much so I went there before I went to Feast! to buy the chocolate we needed. So there I was, traipsing around Feast! with eleventy hundred pounds of the heaviest most sausage-y looking sausage there is searching for chocolate which I could.not.find and lord help me if I have to ASK someone, because I don't even wanna ask the librarian where the book I want is and THAT'S THEIR JOB. Ultimately I got it and while checking out politely excused myself to the cashier for the huge tray of phallic cold meat I was laying down on her counter while I wrote the check.

"What's this for?" the cashier queiried.

"The chocolate's for dessert. This is for dinner."

"Yeah. I got that." [insert snooty tone here]

I wasn't trying too be condescending but I suppose it came off that way. Not that I wouldn;t pre-judge someone carrying a huge stinky tray of meat in to my store as well, but honestly, didn't she realize I'd already suffered enough?

I About Pooped My Pants

When I heard Radiohead was playing Philly on my birthday. Yeah, it's not that close, but it's the cloeset they're coming and you're all coming too, right?