What’d you get up to this week, guys?
I did some writing for a client from Monaco (!), headed north to hang with my family before my big trip south
, and danced it up at the Forever Young dance party
. So good.Enough about me! Let’s talk about links!
Hammerhead: I got me this bag of Philadelphia cream cheese packets at Costco last night. 50 count! It’s my new snack.
Me: Cream cheese? All by itself?
Hammerhead: Yeah. You know how I’m on Atkins? Got no carbs. I eat it like this. (She rips open a packet and squirts it into her mouth.)
If those five day juice detoxes are a bit too brutal for you, here’s an M.D.-designed 3-day winter detox
that includes Actual Food.
My wife, Carole, handed me an iPhone. I’d never held a modern cellphone, and I didn’t understand how to use it. Carole showed me how to access a code that would unlock the phone and taught me how to place a call. While she drove, I used the phone to call my extended family. Everyone was in tears of joy, in disbelief that my time in prison had truly come to an end. Every second felt surreal, better than I could’ve ever imagined. I ate a pizza while Carole drove. I still feel the chills running through my body as I think about that moment.
I haaaate it when women lie about their ages. Who cares? Nobody cared until you made that awkward joke about this being your fifth 29th birthday. Why I Don’t Lie About My Age
It so happens that both Jackman and Hathaway hosted the Oscars. Did anyone accuse Jackman—who spent the whole evening crooning and pirouetting across the stage—of trying too hard? For some reason today’s Hathaway haters frequently cite her hosting performance as fodder for how everyone came to hate her, even though at the time nearly everyone agreed that it was James Franco—not to mention the night’s flailing producers—that really left her out to dry.
Hope you had a great weekend!