Easy! Go check out the westerly soulful Hacienda Brothers at the Calhoun Square Famous Dave’s.
Year: 2006
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Vote for the Anti-Anti-Christ
“It’s worth being the Anti-Christ if I get to wear this great hat.”In a hilarious bout of turn around is fair play, it seems that some Christians (if you count Roman Catholics as Christians–some don’t, you know) are upset that Michele Bachmann’s sect of the Lutheran Church regards the Pope as the Anti-Christ. Here are the exact words: “We identify the Antichrist as the Papacy. This is an historical judgment based on Scripture.” While you’re on the WELS site, be sure to read their take on Halloween, too.)
Of course, Michele’s “people” reject that interpretation. I think their position goes something like, “Any Catholic who votes for my particular form of religious bigotry can be saved, just like me.”
She may not phrase it exactly that way, though.
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Where Was This Guy Two Years Ago?
It seems as though John Kerry sure isn’t taking the high road any more when attacked by the Republicans. In a NY Times story just posted in the last half hour, Kerry has some choice words for Bush, Cheney, Limbaugh and the rest.
If he’d talked like this two years ago, who knows what would have happened.
This is, of course, just another instance of the Dems not allowing themselves to be “Swift Boated” any more. Patty Wetterling’s campaign of accusing Michele Bachmann of being for tax increases is my personal highlight so far, although Amy Klobuchar’s immediate response to Mark Kennedy’s clumsy assertions about her health care policy is a close second. It looks like both sides can play with Karl Rove’s playbook.
As my father once said to me, “It doesn’t do you any good to quote the Marquis de Queensbury rules to someone who is kicking you in the groin.” Looks like the Dems are finally getting that message.
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And the best costume goes to…
I figured I’d toss off a few of tonight’s costume contests for those who’ve actually poured some thought and energy into their getups: For one, the Minnesota Opera’s Tales of Hoffman performance comes replete with a costume contest. (And just who got to raid that department?) The rock ‘n’ roll versions are at the T-Rock, Bryant Lake Bowl, Fine Line, and First Ave. What am I missing?
I won’t be partaking in any of tonight’s festivities (although I do want to see the opera). I already got dolled up in the requisite sexy digs this past weekend (Austin Powers-era Beyonce), and won’t be putting my self-esteem through that ever again. Happy Halloween, in any case! And ladies, do y’selves a favor and lay off the pleather and thigh-highs!
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Edible 80's
My 16-year-old daughter has a new interest in The Ramones and The Clash. She also has a huge Ferris Bueller poster in her room.
It’s odd when the things of your past become the fascination of a new generation. I’m just glad she can’t get a hold of most of the food I ate in the 80’s.
Magic Shell Ice Cream Coating
Chocolate sauce that hardens into a shell on your ice cream. Tasted and looked like plastic.
McDonals’s McDLT
Strange attempt at a freshburger. They came in an odd styrofoam container that separated the meat from the lettuce and tomato to keep the hot side hot and the cold side cold.
California Coolers/Bartle & Jaymes
Wine coolers. Yes, in 2 litre bottles. Yes, with a fake id.
Astro-Pop
Cone shaped lollipop with three layers of flavor.
Five-Alive Juice
Mixed from concentrate, a five juice blend. It tasted like fruit punch.
King Vitamin
I was never allowed sugar cereals, even this one that was supposed to be “good for you” so I ate this at my friend Lori’s house.
New York Seltzer
We thought we were so healthy, so cool drinking seltzer with a hint of flavor. It was basically clear pop.
Fruzen Gladje
I think it was like frozen yoghurt or something. I just liked the name.
Giggles Cookies
Remember the Oreo-like cookies with the laughing faces? We used to pull them apart and stick them to the walls.
Hostess Puddin’ Pies
Where are those puddin’ pies now, I could really go for one.
SizzleLean
“Move over bacon, now there’s something leaner!”
Steak-Ums
Flat, frozen meat-sheets in a box. I never really liked these, but I think my sister did.
Pop Shoppe, Rondo, and Shasta (I want a thrill, I want wow, I want it all, I want it now! I want a pop…I want a ….Shasta!)
Wrapples
I forced these on my own kids one year. It’s the sheet of caramel that you wrap over an apple, jam a popsicle stick in the top, and bake in the oven for easy caramel-apples. Chewy, eeewwy, and lame. -
A happy monday…
It’s Monday, so I ought to reiterate that there are TWO short-term movie runs going on this week: 13 Tzameti at the Lagoon and Death of a President at Oak Street. (I already mentioned that second thing, I know. And no, I haven’t seen it yet… I’m just really intrigued, that’s all.)
But there are actually a bunch of other cool things going on, should you want to venture out on this nice weather day. The pretty fabulous Pretty Girls Make Graves is at the Triple Rock. There’s also an ode to Cole Porter going on at Rossi’s tonight; and it stars some excellent Twin Cities musicians like Maud Hixon and Arne Fogel. As with every Monday, Thirst Theater‘s going on at Jitter’s. And, if you count this, there’s a book signing with Senator Barack Obama at Borders Block E at noon.
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The Sweetest Little Horror Comedy You Ever Saw
It’s funny, it’s sexy, it’s beautiful and filled with a deep sympathy for its characters that’s rare in comedy… it’s none other than Mel Brooks’ Young Frankenstein! Tonight, at the Central Library, the Friends is bestowing us with the gift of this lovely film tonight at 7:00. I loved this movie as a kid, wishing to God that I could have hair like Gene Wilder’s, glasses like Frederick Frankenstein, and a girl like Teri Garr. Easily Brooks’ best film, and a joy, no doubt, on the big screen!
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Son of a Bitch
St. Louis Cardinals 4, Detroit Tigers 2. Cardinals win World Series 4 games to 1.
This is a movie blog, I know. I also know that I shouldn’t feel so damned sad about a bunch of millionaires losing a baseball game. But I do. So if there’s any Tigers fans out there, including my Mother, my lovely Aunt Mary and the dear soul of my Grandmother Schilling, I leave you with these words:
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster…Excerpt from “One Art”, by Elizabeth Bishop.
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My Second Job
I went to the Mall of America the other day with my girlfriend to buy some shoes. Of course we had to stop at Banana Republic and some other stores. When the stop got a little long I wandered over to Brookstone and partook in my one of my favorite pastimes: sitting in a massage chair. I haven’t done this in quite a few years and they have made some impressive chairs since my days of loitering in the mall as a 16 year old.
The new chairs actually have a warm up period where the knobs sense where your shoulders are at, which results in an incredibly accurate massage. Of course the one I tried cost $4,300. However, the manager offered up the fact that they were hiring and I could take advantage of an employee discount of 30%. Now that may just have been the best job offer I have ever had.
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Whoops!
Sorry, folks: I didn’t get an opportunity to see a preview of a (good) movie this week (plus I thought Antoinette was opening today… duh). Of the three major films beginning this weekend (and no, I don’t count Saw III or Catch A Fire in that bunch):
Running With Scissors (area theaters): Shallow mental-illness flick with Annette Bening practically begging for an Oscar nomination (which she’ll probably get). Everyone dances to the rockin’ 70s soundtrack, and there’s shit jokes and crying! Know what? I don’t believe a minute of Burrough’s story. James Frey II, anyone?
13 (Tzameti) (showing only at 9pm at the Lagoon): If this trailer doesn’t convince you to go, you’re crazy.
Death of a President (Oak Street Cinema): Fake documentary that ponders the aftermath of the assassination of George W. Bush in 2007. Mixed reviews, but talk about supercharged! Something tells me Overheard in Minneapolis ought to have an ear tuned to DOAP’s post-film discussions…