Bloomington: Shameless self-promotion

As a reader of my blog, I'm assuming that you are a person who personally loves to watch me fail publicly and mock me afterward because I'm so blisteringly arrogant most of the time.

Today, my friend, is your day!

Tonight at 10pm-midnight Pacific Time (1-3am where I am), I'll be starting my weekly music show on local community awesomesauce radio station WFHB, which you can listen to by either being in Bloomington, Ellettsville, Nashville, or THE INTERNET. Yes, my hateful pals, you can go straight on to wfhb.org and listen to me streamin' live!

You don't have to, it's cool, but I feel like I should let you know just in case you're stalking me or something. It's gonna be cool. And I'm not going to just play Stadium Arcadium on a loop for two hours, no matter how tempting it is.

And Jennifer, if you're reading this, I promise I'm going to send you my list soon; today is the end of two very hectic things, and as soon as they're over, I will have a second to breathe. PROMISSSSE <3

Bloomington: Winter is the new summer

By that, of course, I mean that it has become my new vote for Most Bizarro Season.

The trouble with living near college students is
that the cocaine just piles up outside.

I know, I know: this is how it's supposed to be. Highs in the forties, lows in the twenties, snow, rain, wind. Personally, I've never dealt with lows in the low forties for any extended period of time, and at this point, I'm bundling up in eleven pairs of socks just to get the mail, because socks are the only clothes I have in excess, as it turns out. (I got to read the 7-day forecast on the radio on Sunday. It brought a tear to my eye, but since that tear didn't land on a mixing board and electrocute me, I will have to forever live with that shame.)

All this is to say that oops, it's been a long time since I updated my blog, and I blame the fact that my fingers are half-frozen and not up to doing much more than hitting the play button on Hulu. I hope you're buying it.

Speaking of which, I'm finally reaching that stage in my TV-watching cycle where I'm out of things I want to watch. I finished Doctor Who again, The Office really isn't that good anymore, Community's getting shelved, Doc Martin is probably over forever (SUCH A GOOD FINALE, have we talked about this?), Downton Abbey's season finale was the most depressing thing, and I keep trying to watch Once Upon a Time but I strongly dislike the faces of two of the lead people and really I only keep watching for Raphael Sbarge and the hidden Apollo Bars and things. My task for you, dear readers I don't have anymore: give me your Instant Netflix picks. Right now. Skip the rest of the post, go to the comments section. It's not going to get any better.

And he was delicious.

For those of you who disregarded my instructions and continued to read anyway, GO YOU! You get a list of foods that the husband and I have tried to make lately.

• Toaster Strudels (Boston Creme. Delicious, but my frosting decoration looked vaguely... cave art-ish).
• Carrot casserole (because we don't like getting repeat invitations to Thanksgivings).
• Vegetables au gratin (made up that word. Anyway, it was good stuff the first day, but there's only so much broccoli in cream you can handle, you know).
• Gingerbread without ginger (presented without further comment).
• Limited Edition Sugar Cookie Pop-Tarts (buy them now and eat them toasted and you can thank me later).

 Hi. Anyway. Instant Netflix, please? Or Hulu? Or whatever? I love rewatching Arrested Development as much as the next person who loves rewatching Arrested Development, but I can't keep this up much longer.

Did I forget to mention that I'm not above hypocrisy when Maura Tierney is involved?