Snakes on a mothafuckin' plane

Being a hipster doofus, I had to go see Snakes on a Plane, right? So we did. And it sucked. I was totally on board for a good horror movie with lots of “boos” and vipers jumping out of the overhead cabins, but they just didn’t pull it off well. It began with way too much setup and suddenly jumped into a ton of snakes crawling up women’s dresses and biting eyeballs. No suspense. Bad pacing. A tacked on scene of Samuel Jackson channeling his Pulp Fiction character. And of course, the Chihuahua gets it. You knew he would.

I blame Cosmo.

Restaurant Review

I’ve tried out a couple of new restaurants lately, and fortunately they were both really good. The latest was the new CafĂ© Brasil, on West Washington Boulevard in the no mans land between Marina del Rey and Culver City. I had been to their Venice Boulevard location several times before, but not for a few years. That place had good food, but you had to eat on a primitive patio that was very close to the traffic. Whenever we thought about going, it always seemed too fast-foody. But the new place is much nicer ambiance-wise. It’s decorated in bright colors and mismatched furniture, with a few Bed Bath and Beyond knickknacks strewn about for the sake of decoration. It borders Washington Blvd., but it’s a quieter street and it would probably be nice to sit outside, away from the TVs showing non-stop soccer.

The food is still delicious. I had the dark-meat chicken, which came with a salad, black beans and rice, a lemony tomato and onion garnish, and fried plantains. I also had a side of fried yucca, which was light and crispy and delicious. My friend had the sausage sandwich, which she said was pretty good. The prices range from $8 to $15 or so. The best deal is probably lunch, when they offer a $7 “executive lunch” special with all the trimmings.

Then last week I went to Tender Greens in the newly hip Downtown Culver City, also on Washington. It’s the kind of place where you order from a counter and they bring your food to your table. They serve chicken, fish, and steak, which can be in a salad, sandwich, or on a plate. I’m sure they also have vegetarian selections. I had the tuna plate. It was a small, seared tuna filet with a blob of creamy mashed potatoes, a crouton and a salad, for $9. You get to choose from various types of salad and I had the spinach salad with goat cheese and pecans. The tuna was barely cooked, which I like, and the mashed potatoes were very tasty. I’ll definitely be back.

I guess this is what you'd call a mashup

I'm with Amy in the comments. This makes me deeply happy.

Jack White's House

Take the tour at That's a hell of an attic.

I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next.

As you may have read in previous blog posts, one of our cats is fond of crapping outside her litter box. Every morning I'm greeted with another pile, and there doesn't seem to be anything we can do to convince her to "think inside the box."

The other day we were watching TV and I got up to go to the kitchen. Cosmo asked me to check the bathroom because he had heard the cat rustling around in there. Sure enough, there was a turdtastic little pile for me.

As I bent over to pick them up with a wad of toilet paper, I noticed that they were kind of shiny. I figured they were very fresh. As I picked them up, I realized that I had was the victim of a cruel practical joke by my darling boyfriend. They were chocolate-covered pistachio nuts from Trader Joe's.

Hook, line, and sinker.

Seth Godin is So Smart

Anyone in business should heed these words:

Never underestimate the ability of the public to ignore you. They can and they will.

I'm officially a hipster doofus

I've become obsessed with art toys, aka urban vinyl, aka designer toys. In the past few days I've spent a ton of dough on Frank Kozik's Smorkin' Labbits and Smorkin' Mongers, some Gary Baseman figures, and untold numbers of other strange, brightly colored plastic wastes of money.

I love them. Screw Hello Kitty.

Back to Work, Alas

The cousins have returned to the homeland. Here are a few more highlights from our adventures over the past two weeks.

From Graumann's Chinese Theater, in Hollywood, a tribute to a not-so-great American:

In Chinatown, I found a few lovely fragrances. There's Gary:

and Squash Breeze:

And finally, your moment of Zen, from the Norton Simon Museum in Pasadena: