And The Winner Is. . . .

Originally Posted Monday, January 13, 2014

Shit--they had a Golden Globes and didn't even tell me.  Worse, they gave a lifetime achievement award to Woody Allen and I missed it; however, so did he.  After I read that, I didn't feel so bad.  Seems the Farrows (mater and fils) decided to watch "Girls" instead and twitter malicious things about Old Wood.  Some people just can't seem to let go of a grudge.  And there is the point, I think.  Don't make enemies.  No, that is A point, not THE point at all.  THE point is that I love Woody Allen movies.  A point is that I didn't miss anything at all.  Except I read that Jon Voigt won best supporting actor for his role in "Ray Donovan."  I've been screaming that this is one of the two best roles ever done on television.  If you haven't seen the show, watch it if only to see Voigt.  He is a miracle.  And whether you like him or not, Woody Allen has changed films the way Ernest Hemingway changed literature.  You probably don't like him, either, but that is neither here nor there.  People who have changed nothing but diapers can opine about Woody Hemingway all they want, but the only reason we don't hate them as much as they hate Ernie Allen is that they haven't been in the public eye enough.  Let us talk to people who don't like you much and tell the world about it.  Then we'll see what a putz-pounding little deviant you are (he always talked when we were having sex about the strangest things--it made me very uncomfortable). 

So much for that. 

The real story is the dinner I made for my mother last night.  It should have been recorded.  A meal like that deserves to be memorialized.  People need to experience how good it tasted.  I bought two filets mignon from Fresh Market just because they looked so good.  I made a Nadja special salad, avocado and red pepper in lime juice, salt, and drizzled in a bit of honey and covered in balsamic vinegar, steamed asparagus as thick as your ring finger, and jasmine rice.  The steaks cut like butter.  If I hadn't been eating it with my mother. . . well. . . I was, so there is no need to go there.  But holy smokes, it was an experience. 

And that is how interesting my life is now.  I have only missed television shows and meals with mom to report.  I stayed home all weekend and went to bed early.  They call it living healthy, I think. 

Iko Iko Na Ne.