Face of the Cookie: Marginally Famous.
First off, I think I should explain how to pronounce “The Poor” or “A Poor” the way we do because it truly does make a difference when said this way. We pronounce it like “Yom Kippur”. Say it to yourselves out loud a few times. Have fun with it. “The Puuuuor.” Got it? Good, moving on…
The fucking Poor woke us up again at 2 in the morning chanting really stupid things at the top of their American Spirit filled lungs. I think it was something like, “I go to Art School and all this really means is I have a very expensive camera and an even more expensive cocaine habit” and “I can Eisenstein the hell out of a montage.” Also probably, “I will work at Office Max for the next fifteen years.”
I wish I was awake enough to have gotten a picture of Dane out on our tiny balcony in his underpants yelling, “Shut the fuck up” at them. It’s very classy when he does this. Maybe I’ll re-create it for you tonight, if I can get Dane boozey and pillsy enough to agree.
ANNNNYWAYYY…an exciting thing happened yesterday. Matt Davis of The Portland Mercury posted a nice blurb about Face of the Cookie on Blogtown. Whee!!! So I would like to first thank Matt Davis and then welcome my new Blogtown readers. Welcome. Make yourselves at home. And by “make yourselves at home”, I mean, “please don’t touch anything with your filthy internet fingers. I just cleaned.”
No, no, really…welcome. (STOP TOUCHING THINGS.)
NEXT.
We had our second successful New Seasons food dinner in a row. I made turkey burgers on whole wheat buns with bbq sauce, pickles and jalapenos. We also had roasted cajun sweet potatoes and roasted asparagus (not pictured here - I put them in the oven a little late and ate them halfway through dinner).
To the right of this shot you can see half of my blueberry pomegranate vodka drink. This was the first of, oh, eight maybe? How many is normal?
I had mine with plain yogurt and sriracha. I don’t know what The Poor have with their potatoes. Dirt, I assume. Or an old shoe. Maybe they can’t even afford potatoes and so they just live on their genius. Mmmm…genius.
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Is “sriracha” some foreign word for “blood of the Poor?”
Sriracha is the best…educate yourself, Justin! Also, Kiala, thanks for the explanation, because I thought that was mayonaise and I almost threw up….
When I first read this post somehow my eyes saw, “…Dane out on our balcony in his tiny underpants…”
Blueberry pomegranate vodka drink looks delish. I would think 8 is a perfect amount.
I love “boozey and pillsy.”
Your husband and my husband would get along just fine except my husband doesn’t bother with the underpants. He just goes outside and shows everyone his junk.
I love your hipster blog and how you mock the poor and eat at new seasons.
I drink your vodka drink. I drink it up!
definitely an old shoe… slightly toasted by the midday sun.
is daniel being serious or funny? i can’t tell.
also, congrats on the blurb.
what? do all the comments always have to be ironic, witty, sarcastic, and clever? can’t i just say something normal for once???
ok. sorry. I got a little carried away there.
I think if you can still count your drinks you haven’t had enough!
Loved the husband imagery–mine would be in a t-shirt, socks and nothing else….tasty, tasty!
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those pictures are making me so hungry. damn you. must eat now.
Like Arielle, I also read the underpants as tiny rather than the balcony. It still worked that way. But why did I see them as leopard-print?
I need a blueberry pomegranate vodka delicious in my life.
Like NOW.
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