Shove they asses
Watch for more details coming up on Digest, but yesterday Joey Chestnut broke the US record for hot dog eating by getting down FIFTY in 12 minutes at the Vegas qualifier. HOLY! That's only a few short of the world record, and one MORE than Kobayashi did last year. This wins Joey a spot at the Nathan's table in Coney Island on July 4th, and puts him in contention to win the Mustard Belt. Needless to say, the world of competitive eating is losing their shit over this. If I any knowledge about any other sports I would make some sort of specific analogy that might drive this home for you, but I don't. Maybe part of the reason I like competitive eating so much is that I can keep track of the players and stats. 50 hotdogs I can remember.
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On the subway last night, everyone making their way off at a crowded stop:
Two kids trying to get off the subway: (cheerfully) Excuse me, excuse me!
Mom: You just say excuse me and if they don't move, shove they asses, 'cause that mean they can't hear.
Kids: Excuse me!
Mom: I guess they can't hear.
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My friend Tom is also in publishing and we exchange books whenever we can. It's become a running gag between us to stick in "joke" books along with the real one, consisting of whatever happens to be sitting around. The publishing house I worked for at my last job offered up a ton of great contenders: books on massaging your cat, cheap paperbacks about the boy band du jour, tarot cards, etc. This little gem that he sent me a couple weeks ago, however, may just take the cake:
In case you can't read the "subtitle" there it reads: "The inspiration for the MTV original film." I'd like to clarify that this is the original Bronte text between the covers.
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My mom comes in tonight and we're going to try to eat at Otto's, which is known for their olive oil gelato. I read Robyn's post about it and became obsessed with trying it out. (That is a killer food blog there, by the way.) I think it's the idea of salt on the gelato that's really getting me. Mmm, salt. I'm off through Wednesday next week to hang with Mom, so may not be checking in here. But I promise good stories when I get back.
Say hi to your mama for me! Have a great break!
I've passed by that Otto place--on lower 5th, right? Please report!
Will Mom be joining for OH MY GOD LOST FINALE?
(Hee. Was just thinking that if anyone got between me and the Lost finale, I'd have to shove they asses.)
(Oh, and the MTV line on Wuthering Heights? Makes me hate teenagers a little. Or at least, people who market to teenagers.)
(Did I mention I'm thinking of writing young adult?)
http://www.mtv.com/onair/wuthering_heights/
Robyn's blog has very nice photographs. Without waiting I went to Otto on Saturday and tried something I never would have otherwise, the olive oil gelato. Thank you ladies. Thank you.
The meal did not start well after I found out that they only had my favorite brussel sprouts in the winter months but they made up for it with the asparagus appetizer. Penne was al-al-dente-dente to perfection and so was the 4 cheese pizza even though it had an uneven distribution. It was either all 4 cheeses on a slice or no cheese. But everything tastes great when you are having dinner with the right person.
That book cover made me spit nails and cry blood.
Oh my god, the olive oil gelato is amazing. If you're into salt, you should try the kind of disgusting, kind of delicious lardo pizza.
Your page is funny. Who are you?
I just happened to find it on a google search for something entirely different.