10 posts tagged “eddie izzard”
I bought a Pepperidge Farm 3 Layer cake at the grocery this weekend. It was on sale. It was vegetarian. It was delicious.
* Actually, it was the Key Lime 3-Layer Cake.
I remembered back in grade school when the cafeteria served us sheet cake that was still frozen. I always loved that!
And I also remember that when posed with the choice of cake or death, I choose cake:
And most importantly, if I were given the choice of Cake or Eddie, I would choose Eddie!!
I have great taste in Sharpie Pens, apparently. Take, for example, my encounter with David Sedaris. David liked my pen, so I gave it to him. He even drew me a picture of it:
So Saturday night I finally got to go see Eddie! It was a fanastic show, and I got to see it with my good GF, Robin. We had a glass of wine (okay, three) before the show, then enjoyed about 2 hours and 20 minutes of EDDIE. I was over the moon. We then waited outside the theater for the chance to talk to him and were not disappointed. I was surprised he could even talk, as he had done such a thorough job of entertaining me - er, everyone. When he came out, he was the most gracious and generous person I might have ever encountered. There were something like 300 people waiting to see him (including one obnoxious woman who was old enough to know better and kept screeching at him that it was her birthday. Sure lady, and I had a baby this morning, it's my birthday today, and I only have 3 days to live). Eddie was so kind and he said he would get to everyone.
As per usual, I had a specific Sharpie marker with me that would show up on the liner notes I had brought for him to sign. I am always prepared for that sort of thing. Anyway, my exchange with my new boyfriend - er, Eddie went something like this:
As Eddie started to look for a place to sign my DVD liner with his black pen...
nrL: Please. Use this pen. It will show up (and I tried to accidentally make out with him as I passed him the pen).
EI: Is it silver?
nrL: Why, yes it is!
Eddie signs my liner notes while making crazy love-struck eyes at me. Ooops! That was the replay of the event I had when I went to bed that night... sorry. Eddie signs my liner notes and makes a pleasant noise and says:
EI: Oh! That is a nice pen.
nrL: Would you like to have it?
EI: Yes, actually I would.
nrL: Please take it then. Thank you. (and in my mind I said, I love you and I want to adopt your baby)
So, Eddie, I'm not sure how to get this post added to your beloved Wiki, but if you read this I really mean it.
It was a busy and exciting weekend. Beautiful weather, really, if not a wee bit too cold Saturday Night (can't help the link, sorry).
I have no pictures to post, as I was too occupied with other things to document all over the place (I'll get some documentation, soon, though).
I have Multiple Anxiety Disorder today - yes, I just made that up - here's my week in a nutshell:
Today: Move my office for the second of three times by August
Tuesday: Vote Obama!!! Oh! And then go get a root canal.
Wednesday: Pick up any work not chosen for Friday's opening at school.
Thursday: Um, yeah, just work. Also, keep working on my couture piece for (gulp!) next month!!
Friday: Back to the dentist. ALL DAY. Then to the Opening at school that will hopefully include something of mine.
Saturday: Oh. My. It's EDDIE!!!
Sunday: Sleep ALL DAY. Okay, none of my critters will allow that, but I doubt I'll ever get out of my jammies.
Incidentally, The Greatest Spectacle in Racing is quickly approaching, and I would be crazy not to point out the World's Greatest Name (in sports, or anywhere):
Will Power. Unbelieveable!
Things are getting better.
There's 
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And in less than two weeks, there will be...
Tonight when I get home, I think I'll have myself a little of...
And finally, last night I sat on a friend's sofa next to a fella and wasn't able to breathe properly. I can't find you an actual photograph of this particular guy, but I can give you a visual clue that describes him very well. A little of this:
with a little of this: 
holding one of these:
Not my kind of beer, for sure, but at least he wouldn't drink up the good stuff!
I've been consoling myself at work lately by playing bits of the UK version of Gordon Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares on my second monitor while I work. I mostly just listen, but occasionally catch a glimpse of what's actually happening from time to time - without cutting into my productivity at all.
Firstly, the UK version of this show is hands down better than the US version. Not surprising, that.
Secondly, the UK version is a much better indication of Ramsay's personality that anything he's done over here, this side of the pond. His coarse language is balanced nicely by his compassion and concern. In the British version of the show it is, anyway, and I am happy to believe it. I love a smart, appealing man with well-placed, colorful language. Sexy, I tell you.
As I watched an episode of this show in which he helps a vegetarian restaurant owner in Paris revamp her business, I couldn't help but notice how sexy it was that they broke away to Gordon, pedaling around Paris, on a bicycle with a basket. That's sexy, too. I set out trying to find an internet image to post here, but couldn't find it.
My search found this sexie tidbit:
Now THAT's sexie. If you know me, and you know Eddie, you know why I called it s-e-x-i-e. Next month, darling, next month.
So apparently, there was a two-part drama on Network Five in the UK called "Kitchen." Must. find. it. now.
British telly is so fookin' sexie!
Well, no. It's not my birthday, but it sure feels like it. I bought myself a little present, even. Only days from now, I'll be going to a show:
Oh, Eddie! I can't wait!!! Just peed myself again. Man, I have to get that taken care of!
Can you speak in a fashion??
Yesterday, my lower back hurt a little all day. By the time I got home last night, it was unbearable. Could. Not. Stand. Could. Not. Breathe. And absolutely, certainly, without a doubt, Could. Not. Stoop. Over.
This is horrible news! I just started a semester of stooping and standing and leaning and hauling stuff to and from class and to and from the car and to and from my locker and to and from my office and throughout entire run-on sentences, even!
I would say to the excrutiating pain to be gone by this bottle of wine or something, but I don't have time for a hangover.
So I am going to self-medicate tonight with some sort of alcohol-based home remedy, then I am seeing a chiropractor tomorrow. Two things I can do reasonably well right now: Sit very straight and still, and walk. No pesky ascending or descending of stairs, no turning of the head or *gasp* torso, andfor sure no stooping over to pick things up!
Speaking of speaking in a halting fashion:
Can't. Watch. Now. Laughing. Could. Cause. Permanent. Injury. This clip is awesome, though.
Video: Share a video that makes you laugh every time you watch it.
I'm the Queen of Justification. I was on Saturday, anyway. I took a late afternoon trip to a big-box retailer - not the one I have been free of for months now that begins with a W, either. Funny how that letter is starting to be negative for me in several ways...
Anyway, at this retailer, I discovered a 3-Disc set of Season One of the Henry Rollins Show from IFC.
Here's where the justification comes in: For $19.99, I can watch the entire season. For close to $60.00 a month, I can get crappy cable that doesn't even include IFC or the Sundance Channel. Plus, it's only for one month. A cable bill is more than an annual membership to Public Television and NPR! This is just good economy, if you ask me.
Then there is the convenience factor: I can stop it and go to the bathroom. Pause for beer. Pause for heading outside to sprayfix my charcoal drawing. Restart. Stop, backup and replay it just to see if what I think he said is what he said.
Watch his guests over and over.
Wish Eddie Izzard still wore women's clothes in public. I miss your legs, Eddie, and I'm not kidding.
Watch and listen to his fantastic musical guests. Thank you, Ben Harper, you're so underrated.
It was nice to spend Saturday Night with Henry Rollins. Henry, I hope it was good for you, too, but if it wasn't it's not going to stop me from doing it again. And again.
Who was your first celebrity crush?
Submitted by Glory.
This is scary. I remember having a Bobby Sherman poster that came out of a box of Super Sugar Crisps. Our family was rarely allowed to eat sugary cereal, so why we had the cereal in the first place is a mystery. Could I have thrown a fit to get the Bobby Sherman poster? Geez! I hope not, but that studded leather choker he wore could certainly have caused at least a little hissy fit.
Hubba hubba.
I also remember having a crush on Elton John. Given all I know about Elton John today, I still have a crush of sorts on the old Elton John. In the 1970s, before he sold out to the motion picture industry, he was awesome. I still like listening to his old music - even his recent collaboration with Bernie Taupin is remniscent of his former greatness.
All the girls in my neighborhood had a crush on one or both of the Cassidy brothers - David and Shaun - and I was no exception. I was a bit of a snob from an early age, I guess, because I would be hard pressed to admit having a crush on anyone for whom I would have to get in line.
I still go for the underdog. Crushes today, maybe? Todd Field: will you marry me? Eddie Izzard: will you consider a torrid affair with me? It need only be a physical thing. Plus, I might want to borrow some of your lipstick.
