Shit My Dad Treks to Magnum, P.I.

During my final for medieval Latin, a research paper about the literary tradition of Alexander Romance in late medieval Europe, I came across this gem. Please enjoy at your own risk.



Extra points if you spot a certain fictional/nonfictional mayor/superhero.

Food is the most important meal of the day

Okay okay.  I know I haven't updated this bitch in f-o-r-e-v-e-r.  For.ev.er.  Sorry, Sandlot flashback moment.  So I find myself once again with hat in hand begging for y'all's forgiveness.  In all fairness, my semester was stupid-crazy.  Eighteen hours.  WTF?  Who would do that to themselves?  Especially when three of those hours includes a class on medieval Latin translation. 

Anyway, I am back, and sampling even more of what St. Louis has to offer.  As of right now, that mostly includes disgustingly muggy weather.  Oh river valleys ::shakes fist::.  However, I don't let a little thing like humidity get in the way of sampling local businesses and eateries.  However, since nothing has really moved me, I don't have anything to devote a whole entire, multi-paragraph blog post to.  So follow the jump for some digest-style updating.  All are restaurants, since I haven't really done much else besides veg out and read and eat since my semester ended.  Expect a post about books shortly.

Mix Tapes

Through a lucky twist of fate, I have been reintroduced to the art of making a mix tape. I was particularly proud of the one I produced (although I still haven't come up with a good title), and I thought I'd share it.

Star Clipper

I have a confession. It's been a really long time since I've paid the marked price for a book. (Does anyone know the technical name for that?) It's been a long time since I've even paid the full Amazon price for a book. When my sister Lilly was in town and we were clothes shopping in the Loop, and I remembered I needed to get a couple books for my graphic novel book club, I thought I'd stop into Star Clipper. This is a really long way of saying that my only complaint about the store was the prices, which were the ones marked on the books. And I shouldn't be upset about this, really, but because I'm not used to paying it, I am anyway.

I was really surprised by Star Clipper's store interior. When I'd seen it from the outside, it always seemed like there were lots of comics and kitschy novelty items, so I assumed the store contained about half and half. Not so much. It's pretty sparse inside, and very much focused on comics and graphic novels. Books were organized alphabetically by title, and most things were pretty easy to find. An employee also asked me if I needed help, which was nice.

I don't visit that many comic shops, mostly because they're usually so much cheaper to buy online, or even better, requested from the library. However, I hear horror stories from friends about incredibly awkward (at best) or rude experiences in stores, mostly based on gender. I didn't get any of that at Star Clipper, and even though I was buy two stereotypically "intro" graphic novels (Fables and Y: The Last Man), I never felt like I was looked down on as a "less serious" graphic novel fan. In fact, my cashier was really enthusiastic about my purchases, and seemed genuinely interested in whether or not I would like them. So far, customer service = A+.

So, as long as I have disposable income, I will certainly be a loyal Star Clipper customer, and I'll definitely recommend it to others I know. Like I said, I'm not a huge comic/graphic novel fan, so I can't speak as much to how good their selection is, but I found everything I was looking for easily (and there were some more obscure things than the ones I mentioned above).

Review Capsules!

So I've been absent. I'm sorry. But not that sorry. Both my sisters have come into town, which means lots of fun activities! Well, sort of. Lots of eating out, and other annual St. Louis fall activities. Anyway, to see the kinds of things I've been up to this fall, including awesome reviews of Winslow's Home, Katie's Pizza. Shaw Art Fair, and more follow the jump.

absence making the heart grow fonder?

hopefully.  sorry all, I've been attacked by midterms and finals and new responsibilities at work and have had zero time for blog posts.  this one is only being written because I am procrastinating on finals.  don't worry, though, I have tons of book reviews and restaurant review and movie reviews coming at you sooner than you can say "homework is dumb."

for now, I leave you with:

zombieland = awesome

tofu frittata with peas, potatoes, and onions = also awesome.  if I had a camera, I would make you all jealous with pictures.

I'll be back soon.  I promise.  for now, go watch this episode of parks and recreation:

Mad Men Season 1 (or I want to punch everyone in the face)

I should probably not even be writing this post yet.  I've only watched the first disc of the first season of Mad Men, and I feel, like a record album, the TV show season should really be judged as whole work of art, not in small chunks.

BUT.  Just the first three episodes of this show made me want to go on a rampage.  I almost turned into the Hulk.  I kept wanting to punch Don Draper and Pete Campbell in the face over and over and over until their shellacked hair and cancer-ridden lungs popped.  If you'd like to know why, go on and read after the jump.