OMFG: LOST, Motherfuckers!!!

My elation concerning the LOST season premiere tonight can only be described as: total fucking insanity.

I'm so excited, y'all...and I just can't hide it.

Our blogging buds at Brooklyn Based are excited too...so much so that they decided to throw a Lost Viewing Party tonight at the Bell House featuring a rad, Lost-a-riffic recap rock band: Previously on Lost.

The Bell House
149 7th Street (between 2nd & 3rd Aves)
Brooklyn
7pm

See you there!

[Here are 4 sneak peeks of tomorrow's epi (Sawyer = shirtless in one)].

[Waiting...]

YES WE CAN Book Launch Party: Weds Night

True Confessions: my fave-oh-rite Chanukkah pressie this year, was this gorge photography book by Park Slope photojournalist Scout Tufankjian called Yes We Can: Barack Obama's History Making Presidential Campaign.

Scout was with Obama for the entire two years of his presidential campaign, and her book features over 200 fab, personal, moving, inspirational, insider-y pics of how the whole thing went down.

It's two months since the election, but I *still* sit on my couch looking through this book and crying like a friggin' baby. It really is something to see.

Anyway.

This Wednesday from 6-9pm, there is a book launch party for Scout in DUMBO, and you should all be there to bask in the glow of her fabulosity (we will be).

Weds, Jan. 14 6-9pm
Powerhouse Arena
37 Main Street, Brooklyn NY 11201
Music by DJ Disco Wiz
RSVP: rsvp@powerhousearena.com

Merry X-Mas, Yo!

From Urban Dictionary:

1. Christmastoe - (see also moosetoe) Camel toe at Christmas time.

Mrs. Clause is always worried about christmastoe during her holiday picture opportunities at the mall.

Happy Holidaze, everyone!

New Year's Eve Idea: Fuck the Economy, And Party Like You're Diddy Circa 2006

(ed note: Remember when pics like the one above were not considered wildly inappropriate?)

So, just to recap:
*Over the last 6+ months, my 401k has gone from looking like this to looking like this.
*Everyone is in agreement over the fact that we are in the midst of a global financial crisis the likes of which we haven't seen in a LONG time.
*For the first night of Chanukah tonight, I got exactly nothing

And maybe that's why Brooklyn Paper's New Year's Eve: The Last Great Splurge Feature, kinda makes me want to punch someone right in their fucking face.

Having not attended the editorial meeting that took place when this story was pitched, perhaps I'm missing some sort of important nugget of information that can help me understand why in the fuck this story isn't totally ridiculous and/or wildly inappropriate at this moment in time.

I mean, I guess everyone is busy doing budget New Year's Eve bash stories and "how can we give back?" stories and Brooklyn Paper just wanted to buck the trend? Could that be it? Cause really I'm getting angrier by the second.

Here's why: I fucking love caviar, and smoked salmon and pricey chocolate and champagne...and I haven't eaten any of it in a long time. And certainly can't afford any of it for a "last splurge" NYE party. And I don't really know anyone else who can at the moment (otherwise I would have already invited myself over).

So, many thanks Brooklyn Paper...for reminding me just how shitty things really are right now. Happy fucking New Year's to you too.