February 2007


*eeep* I am such a girl. I happened across something new that I like – but first will explain why this is such a big deal: namely, things I have liked are starting to suck.

Lately my trash tv has been a little dull. Lackluster. Bland. It just doesn’t get the butterlies flipping and gossip mill humming. Nope. I have completely given up on Gilmore Girls – like 2 seasons ago – and lately find Veronica Mars, well, just about her.

VMarsAnd really, who wants to watch a show about a selfish know-it-all whose morals are as questionable as those of the people she lambasts. And they seem set on the new character death quota per episode.

(psst – I’ll tell you a secret. Developing characters is more interesting than watching them kick it.)

Even, even my soft spot for Jensen is starting to harden and turn cold. Supernatural is supposed to have thrilling episodes of adventure, daring, and sexy shots of J.A. being naughty or noble. But no – that too has become barren: a site of boy-angst brother love, which frankly doesn’t do it for a girl…

‘Dean’Especially when whiney ‘Dean’ from aforementioned Gilmore Girls is the bullheaded pouty wet-blanket who drags down half the show. I mean, really – they should write him more “serious” scenes… it is just so comical to see buddy scowl as though he means it. Ugh.

Which brings me to something I do like: Robin Hood. (pitter patter, pitter patter)

An oldie but a goodie. The story of Robin Hood is good ole’ fun. Recently redone by the BBC – who is not afraid of undertaking a miniseries and tends not to cancel shows at whim (take notes, Fox.) The retold ballads of Robin Hood are really fun – a delight to watch.

Charming, chivalrous, childish… all the admirable ‘chs’ in one sniper shot, sexy smirked package. Played by Jonas Armstrong – who actually has an education in theatre and acting (novel, I know) – Robin Hood is, well, look at him.

Robin

You smiled. I know. He’s adorable. Scampering through the woods, scheming against corrupt power, feeding the downtrodden. He probably picks up litter too, and might be a champion for the crisis of the Maldives. And during his absence – off fighting the good fight at the King’s side – Nottingham has gone foul. (oh no!) The Sheriff is such a bad guy! (and compelling character – I love a good bad guy.) All the while Marian, Robin’s beloved, is wooed by the skeezy power-hungry yesman Guy of Gisborne. Oh the hi jinks and intrigue!

This, I like.

In the spirit of good thievery, check it out at on Veoh.

Take a moment with me now. Deep breath. Close your eyes. Imagine you are in a small kitchen with your neighbour’s son, and he wants to show you something. Eyeing him suspiciously you think, heh, why not, it’s not like you can go anywhere. (Maybe you were locked out – I don’t know, just work with me.)

His smile gives a little shine to his otherwise pallor visage. Imagine now that he says… “Bubbe will be so pleased.” Yep – this is where you wonder if he just referred to himself in the third person in Yiddish as a grandmother. Oh. Nope, in comes Bubbe.

Because when you want great kosher food, there are only 3 words you need to know.  (Click to the link below, and open your eyes. I promise, the experience will seem overly real.)

Feed Me Bubbe – an online kosher cooking show

Feed Me Bubbe

Clearly I am using my time effectively and honing my research skills. Why else would I have such a hiatus from this blog? I was sleuthing for the good stuff.  Enjoy the luchen.