I know lots of other bloggers are doing it too so I’m just going to be added to that pile.
I’m taking a break from the blog to take care of some personal business. I’ll still be reading your blogs.
See ya.
Mel informs me that hiatus is not 7 letters. Duh. Although Hay points out I should just spell it hiatuss and then there’s no misunderstanding.
The Sun reports:
SURVIVAL expert Bear Grylls faked a bear attack by getting a colleague to dress up as one in fancy dress, it was claimed yeterday.
The star of TV’s Born Survivor [US title: Man vs. Wild] was filmed creeping out of a tent in a bear-infested forest, nervously looking at a shadow moving a few yards away.
Back inside shelter Grylls, 33, says: “It might well have moved away, but sure as hell it knows I’m here.”
But an adviser for the Discovery Channel documentary, shown on Channel 4 last year, claimed the sinister shadow was a fake.
Ron Hood said programme makers asked him to find a bear suit when plans to hire a tame grizzly for the shot fell through.
Mr Hood added: “They decided they wanted to somehow dramatise the attack on the shelter.”
A Discovery spokesman insisted that the pantomime outfit was hired as a prank by the crew — and no footage which included the bear costume was broadcast.
Last week it emerged Grylls does not sleep rough in the woods during episodes of Born Survivor but instead stays in hotels.
Thanks to Pat for alerting me. He and I are hardcore Les Stroud/Survivorman fans and think Bear deserves whatever horrible fallout he gets from all this fakery. Why have a pretend survival show? Oh yah, because everyone loves Survivor (Jeff Probst). I’ve seen probably one whole episode of that and know it’s more real than Man vs. Wild.
That title makes sense only to me, I think. Just watch the video and see how hard B rocks.
Update: I missed a present! The best present of allllllll!!! B sent me art of … well, me! Check it out:
This will display prominently in my office (to replace the one we both don’t like, B ;). Yeee, she double-rocks!
I was just able to make myself channa masala with basmati rice in 3.5 minutes, thanks to microwave technology.
I ate all 3 servings of it myself.
I am pretty sure I’m in that state of nirvana everyone’s always talking about…
It’s so gorgeous outside today that I used my new fun-in-the-sun products for mowing the lawn.
These products:
work super well at keeping you from being burned. They spray on CLEAR, the best part. They apply quickly. They kinda coat everything around you in the mist so just be careful what’s around you. They also make your skin super shiny. And if you get it in your hair it kinda acts the same as hair spray.
I’m not saying those are bad things, I’m just informing.
If you want to know more, Coppertone | Banana Boat.
Yes, I use SPF 50 products because I am very fair-skinned and burn like a lobster otherwise. Poppy Lobster is not sexy.
Just ew.
(You’re gonna hafta click that because I am not posting it here.)
I’m clearly running low on title creativity.
I think about less than a handful of you look at SGP so I am going to start off with food stuff instead. This morning I was feed reading my food blogs and found this post about Ilan from Top Chef having a big announcement. I can’t stand Ilan so I went to leave a comment about how I assume his big announcement is that he’s having Sam’s baby and found that someone had left a “Christopher Walken cooking chicken and pears” comment. Intrigued, I followed the link, and here’s what I found.
The ending is my favorite part. Christopher talking about the pear bottoms as tasty cookies is my second favorite part. The unveiling of the cute chicken after it was cooked is my third. Have I mentioned that I used to hate Christopher Walken because he creeped me out as a kid but now that I’m an adult and understand The Man I think he’s awesome? No? Well, pretend I just did.
On to SGP. I did visit the in-laws yesterday. Their gardens take up almost all their lawn, save for foot paths in between the beds, so there was a lot to take in. Some of the photos in this week’s set are from my gardens but most are from theirs. Some of my most favorite shots:
The full 118-photo set is at flickr.
Not a rage, actually, but when B and I decided not to go to BlogHer in Chicago* I had no idea it meant I would miss a golden opportunity to MEET MY FAVORITEST CELEBRITY ON THE PLANET, AMY SEDARIS (one and two).
FUCK.
(Merci, Maman.)
*B and I decided not to go to BlogHer because:
a) We’ve never met in person before, we want our first time meeting to be all about us;
b) we would have skipped going to BlogHer and just hung out in Chicago anyway;
c) there are people at BlogHer that neither of us want to see, so why put ourselves through that?;
d) when I come to Texas to visit in October after my Orlando conference we are going to party at her house like it’s 1999 and I get to meet all the kittos while we get drunk and smoke (actual) cigars and eat steak and run around the house in our underwear since her husband will be away at a festival. :D (Yes, we will make videos. No, not while in our underwear or naked.)
I get it, you’re a boy and it’s legal for you to run around without your shirt on. But do you have to VLOG WITHOUT A SHIRT ON AND RUB IT IN MY FACE?!
YAH, YOU KNOW WHO YOU (PLURALLLLLLLL!!!!!!) ARE!!!!!
:)
Now, back to watching that video…
(No, Avi, this post isn’t [all] about you.)
(Yes, Spénce, this post is partially about you.)
(NO, I AM NOT VLOGGING WITHOUT A SHIRT ON.)
Going to take flower pictures at the in-laws’ today. It’ll be an awesome SGP. :)
