Blend in the Clowns::


A quick aside that has nothing to do with anything. My new favorite song is Vibrate, by Rufus Wainwright. The first line is, "My phone's on vibrate for you." It's gold, jerry, gold.

With that out of the way lets get to the meat. My blender, my poor precious blender, which I use without fail each and every single day, is no more. Due undoubtedly to the consistency of use, and the frequency of ice crushing requests imposed upon it, two days ago the blade of my blender unexpectedly spun off the spindle and into my beverage, which remained, sadly, unblended. Knowing, the way you know about a good melon, that there was no fixing the still attractive and youthful appliance, I was forced to accept its untimely and pointless demise and put it to rest...on the floor right outside my kitchen.

The plan was to leave it there out of the way until I'd conceded that I had no other way of blending things that day, and then go and throw it out. But, as with so many other things and people, I completely lost interest or any kind of lifting/carrying motivations. So I guess it'll just sit there until some person who is unfamiliar with its addition to my decor trips over it, becomes agitated and insists that I let them dispose of it, which I probably would. Fortunately for the blender, that day may never come.

So anyway, now I have a loaner blender from my mom, which, may I say, sucks a fat one. The shape of the jar is all wrong and there's too many buttons and it smells like burning when I use the "ice crush" mode, which they should really call "bounce ice around inside the jar, chipping slowly away at the fragile cubes for several presidential administrations," but I don't think they could fit that above the button. Also, that title may disincline potential crushers of ice to use that option. But anyway, this blender can't hold a candle to its predecessor, which had a shiny brushed steel base and minimalistic yet highly uitilitarian low/high/pulse switch. Ahh, the memories.

Of course, from frustration my first inclination is to become a monk and leave the situation -- whoops, slipped into bust a move there for a second. Never know when that might sneak up on you. Anyway, my first inclination is to go out and buy the exact same blender because the old one was, lets face it, the bomb diggity. However, its extreme lack of endurance leads me to conclude that I need an equally simple setup and shape but with a sturdier construction and perhaps, a warranty. Conveniently, at the recent celebration of the day of my birth, I received a gift card to Home Depot, so perhaps I'll peruse their provisions in the way of perennial powered perturbers.

In other news, Tivo continues to be the shiznit, and my new favorite show ever(aside from seinfeld, of course, which is safely perched at number one without competition)is Good Eats on the food network. The difference between it and virtually every other mind numbing, do this, do that instructional cooking show is that Good Eats is not a cooking show, but rather, a food science show. I seriously reccomend that you watch it, and if you don't love it, I'll eat my blender.

In still other, and possibly most exciting news, The Blue Method (htp://www.thebluemethod.com) has achieved international stardom via cd baby (http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/bluemethod). Our first online sale goes to the distinguished Mr. Hitoshi Takasawa of Japan, whom we've never had the pleasure of meeting or hearing of before, and also some dude in Canada bought one. Domination. You people should definitely pick it up, because it rules, and you could use some excitement in your lives.

Also, 14% of every purchase will go to the "Buy Me A New Blender" fund.