Liz Taylor Snack

KlumSnack

Sat Heidi Klum today with her Sealbabiez at table 33.

You know what that means.

Back at the Brass.

Salad Snack

In the immortal words of Yung-I Chang,

"Love is not a salad bar."

The Snack's the Thing

I started a new play today. There are only three pages of it. The two main characters are Anne St. Mann and Nicholas Beat. So far, nothing really weird happens save for a cat riding a tire swing. I think the play will be a tribute to great friendships between people, or what it's like living in an apartment building full of mice and crazy people, or both.

NICHOLAS BEAT
B.J. Watson is moving to the city.

Anne St. Mann gasps loudly and faints immediately.
Nicholas Beat rolls his eyes.

NICHOLAS BEAT
B.J. Watson was the love of Anne’s life
Back in high school.
He was the guy she would reorganize her between-class-walking path for
In order to get a glimpse of him in the hallway.
On a good day, she would brush his arm.
On a great day, she would make eye contact with him.
The worst days were when she was running late or when he was out sick
Or when he was walking hand-in-hand with Brooke Barnum
Of the Vancouver Barnums,
Heiress to half of the Barnum and Bailey fortune.
I mean, it’s not like a huge fortune, it’s not like she was that little
There Will Be Blood boy.
Just circus money.
But she had great hair.
And B.J. Watson had her digits in his Fave Five.
And Anne had his in hers,
Although I doubt he ever knew it.

Carol Channing Snack

Thank you, A-Farmer.

Truth Snack

And we don't notice any time pass
we don't notice anything
we sit side by side in every class
teacher thinks that I sound funny
but she likes the way you sing

Tonight I'll dream while I'm in bed
when silly thoughts go through my head
about the bugs and alphbet
and when I wake tommorow I'll bet
that you and I will walk together again
cause I can tell that we're going to be friends

Hall and Oate...Meal?????

Halloween costume IDEA #4

Piano Snack

I just finished reading a play called The Harwich Piano. It is a play partially based on real events written by my friend Alex Johnson. I have a lot of questions that I want to ask him. It is a lovely and strange sort of play, with a lot of truth in its bones.

Once, I was toying with a title of a play I wrote. My choices were The Forgetting of Things and The Way It Always Will Be. I asked Alex which of the two he liked better, and he said, "Definitely the first one. The second sounds like the title of a Neil LaBute play."

Your challenge for the day: Overhear a phrase that sounds like a Neil LaBute play. Remember it. Tell it to me sometime. I've started collecting them, although I have no formal catalogue system yet; they are all over the place in this journal and that.

August Osnack County

So August: Osage County closes literally a week from Sunday. And the crime of the century/year is I have not seen nor read it. Who wants to go with me? Show of hands. Kay.

SnackWork

Starting work today.

Work

Snack Wrap

One of many (E pluribus unum) reasons that I'm stoked for my new Macbook and Microsoft Office?



TEXTWRAPPING

Robert Snackinson

Took a stroll through the new-and-improved Washington Square Park today, and what do I see? Hundreds of screaming girls. Then what do I see? A bunch of Robert Pattinson decoys surrounding a trailer. Then what do I see? The actual Robert Pattinson, walking into the Silver Center to film a non-Twilight movie. He was wearing all black, which was funny, because all of his decoys were dressed in plaid button uppy shirts like the picture above. Not a very thorough job, decoys.

I'm totes into Twilight, which is funny cos I don't normally fall in with many fangirl trends. Actually, that's a total lie. In 6th grade, I wrote a letter to Leonardo DiCaprio that was like "I'm sorry you didn't get nominated for the Oscar for Titanic, but you should be happy to know that my whole homeroom class has a crush on you." Then I had all the girls I knew sign it. And the PS was like "I hope you don't get too involved with drugs" because I was fresh out of the D.A.R.E. program. It got sent back to me because I got his address wrong.

pic via Radar

Snack Meadow

Things I Saw on the Sheep Meadow Today While It Rained and We Picnicked Anyway

rain drops falling
kids playing "butt ball"
a shirtless clan initiation
an old man showing off his fanny pack
a hawk getting attacked by two smaller birds
people having sex under a blanket
a dude watching them from three feet away
another couple dry humping
frisbee, sans pants

"they said it was going to be 'of Biblical Proportions.'"
"yeah! that's what i heard too! that's what it said on weather.com!"

Phil Snackson

Okay Phil. I'm glad that someone custom-made you a nice yellow record-breaker cap, but it is not very becoming.

(thanks NY Daily News)

Snackbing

So I used "Bing" for the first time unwittingly yesterday. I was looking for a flight to Seattle for my friend Sunil's 24th birthday (on the 24th of July. GOLDEN) and I hopped on Amy's favorite travel site, farecaster.com, only to learn that it had been the victim of a hostile Bing takeover. It is now Bing.com/travel. It's pretty sweet. But I felt grimy using it, having been raised a Child of Apple and a Googler of all things great, including myself.

Also, awkward: googling "Bing" in a search for photos like the one above (the guy on the Bing Horizon) will actually bring you a lot of porn. Is it just a coincidence, or are the people at Google having a laugh?