Blythe Spirit

God Bless American Expat Bloggers

My pal Katie has started a blog. She sometimes writes in rhyme. Go ask her why she puts up visitors at the local Red Cross emergency shelter.

Sanguine Spice

Maybe I read too many blogs*

This post from defective yeti, imagining a political debate as it might unfold in blog comments, made me laugh out loud this morning.

Also, the whole LOL Cats thing goes straight over my head. It doesn’t make me laugh. Am I uncool or stupid? I don’t get it. Help. Me.

*(I’ve just read Jeff’s mind. “MAYBE??” he says)

Hilarious It Is

It’s nice to know I’m not the only one who thinks Yoda was speaking German in translation.

The following link is especially for anyone who has ever tried to learn German. You should not go there if you are offended by salty language or sentences like this:
It is important to note zat zere is only one korrekt vay to phrase a sentence.

Uncyclopeida entry on German grammar (via Gin and Teutonic)

Am I the last person on the internet to discover Uncyclopedia? Because I think it’s my new favorite site.

Bad Blogger

Since I seem to have Bloggers’ Block lately, I’ll take this opportunity to direct you elsewhere. Really, you should read these:

Belgian Waffle, an Irish expat in Belgium, whose daughter (“the Princess”) is on the cusp of taking over the world.

Smitten Kitchen where you can read a recipe for homemade Oreos.

Sweet Juniper, who write about parenthood with intelligence and wonder and personality and grit. They also take amazing pictures of things like graffiti and architecture and their daughter, Juniper. Also, they put together alphabet books featuring graffiti and mythology.

JDubBlog, wherein a young American extends his love affair with Berlin. And hits on some chicks.

A-Twitter

I don’t really understand text messaging, and I’m still figuring out how to use the speed dial on my cell phone, so Twitter didn’t appeal to me initially. Until I learned that I could sign up to receive daily messages from Stephen Colbert. Or Homer Simpson. Or me.

Headlines

Seen recently on my GoogleReader*:

Hugh Grant arrested in alleged baked bean attack. (People.com)

Arkansan blames liberal Congress for a particularly hot March, made so by daylight saving time. (kottke.org)

Coolest lunch ever (Ask Moxie)

Why would you want a soggy crouton (mimi smartypants)

My sister has become a monster cop! (Salon.com)

I couldn’t make up this stuff if I tried.

*If you read a bunch of blogs but you’re not signed up for GoogleReader or Bloglines, you should do it. All the cool kids are doing it. And it will save you some time. And of course you should subscribe to my blog.

And now for something completely different

The kid in the red shirt makes my day. I hope Janet Jackson hires him to choreograph her next video. (via defective yeti)

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Pants on Fire

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I totally lied when I announced the Oscar pool prizes. It wasn’t so much a lie as a lack of follow-through. In fact it was only 50% a lie because Melanie and Kylee really will get their chocolate Oscar statues, or that’s what Amazon tells me.

On the other hand, when I tried to order Karl’s snazzy movie-themed cookbook, Amazon told me it is “usually” shipped in 2-4 weeks. And the last time I got a message like that, my order was finally canceled ten weeks later. So I sent him a different book instead, which allowed me to spend Theo’s naptime surfing the Amazon cookbook section while also feeling smugly productive.

I had the feeling that I wouldn’t be able to send Eurotrippen the chocolate Oscar, and sure enough I was right. In fact I didn’t try very hard because I really wanted an excuse to shop at this little chocolate store in downtown Furth. Today I mailed her some very nice chocolate squares. I also included a bar of hot pepper chocolate and, since she recently announced her intention to write a book, some absinthe chocolate, since it can’t hurt for inspiration.

Railing against the pounding surf

While my life is all sunshine and roses these days (freaking adorable baby, sleepless nights, live-in babysitter while my mom is in town, trying not to think about my hips), I haven’t got around to blogging lately. Sorry. I promise I’ll be back one of these days.

So, instead of a real post, you get a link. And instead of a happy Valentine link, I’m sending you to Tony Bourdain’s cranky but spot-on diatribe about FoodNetwork personalities. I love that guy.

Man, you’re just a sinner now

This is probably all over American TV already, but it absolutely killed me so I felt I must share it in case you haven’t seen it yet. Thanks, Sandi, for the tip.

Blades of Glory preview.

Coincidentally, I just downloaded a bunch of Billy Squier music last month. No, seriously, I really did. So I’m either on the bleeding edge of popular culture or I’m 20 years behind. Now go watch.