Snack is moving to Tumblr.

Friends of Snack Blog,

After many a nerdy internal struggle, I've decided to break-up with Blogger and move Snack Blog to Tumblr. All of my old posts have been switched over and I will start posting new stuff this week. So please, FOR THE LOVE OF SNACKS, re-bookmark and re-link Snack Blog to its new url.

snackgirl.tumblr.com

While you're at it, why not re-bookmark Walter The Dog Blog? He would totally appreciate it.

walterthedogblog.tumblr.com

A few reasons I went to the trubs of switching:

-Blogger has always been a little on the slow side for me both with posting and with viewing (you may have noticed!). I also constantly experience weird pockets of time where it decides to be an asshole and not let me post photos. And finally, aesthetically I've never been impressed with the template designs available and I'm waaaaaaay too lazy to make my own. Would rather be snacking fo realz.

-Kind of in love with the simplicity of Tumblr. The themes are pretty and the posting process is mac-esque. The principal of Tumblr is to encourage writers to post on their Tumblelog in more frequent mixed media spurts, which is what I've always preferred. Each time, you're given six different types of posts to choose from. As in, if something in your day strikes you or your find some rad video of someone throwing up an entire bottle of Boone's on themselves that you just HAVE to share, you throw it in your blog. See?

So easy! And Tumblr makes creating a blog with a friend or group REALLY easy. In fact, Husband and I are starting a new food blog called Snacks and the City about our NYC adventures in eating stuff. Maybe you should go ahead and bookmark that one too, yes?

snacksandthecity.tumblr.com

-If you see something fantastic on another Tumblelog, there is an easy-as-freaking-pie reblog button if you want to instantly share it and give credit. It's fun to be reblogged because it means that someone thought you were funny which is like free therapy.

-The best part about being on Tumblr is being able to not just follow people and constantly see their updates front and center on the dashboard but you can also pose questions on a blog and the answers from readers are sent privately for your eyes only.

-Lastly, I got bored. With Blogger. And sometimes it's fun to have a fresh start even if it's with something dumb like your blog.

If you're curious about Tumblr, HERE'S a link. Should you happen to feel like a blog refresh yourself, I found this KILLLER little spot on the Internets where you can switch all your older posts from Blogger to your new Tumblelog. CLICK HERE! MAGIC!

Note to self: Some things are so magic, they transcend punctuation.

To do: Purchase this for Halloween 2009

Well, she's got a gimmick.

One that manages to intensely inspire me and depress me. Now THAT'S talent.

"Before going on stage, Ms. Boyle admitted some self-deprecating facts about herself. She's never been kissed and lives alone with her cat, Pebbles."

See more funny videos and Entertainment Videos at Today's Big Thing.

UPDATE: It should be noted that I found it mostly inspiring. Sometimes my innate cynicism is more powerful than my writing skillz. Evie, I'm with you!

NeverEverland.

Woah, King of Pop. Sorry you have to sell everything you own. Thinkin' on bidding on a little sumsum to help get me around NYC a little faster.


Self.

yearning to go on vacay.

Dearest Fae...

...19 more days until you get here. I'm SO, SO, SO excited yet, at the same time, bracing myself.
CAPEZIO JAW KICK!

OOOOOF HEARD ALL THE WAY TO THE PEANUT GALLERY.

CAM-TOE SLAM JAM!

OH-NO-SHE-DI-INT.

If a girl has to get her ass kicked, better to get it kicked by her best friend. HA!

week recap attack.

MONDAY
Coulters braved sweaty yoga again. When we got to that one, awful, satanic pose where they makes you sit up on your knees and do a backbend, the instructor suggested that we dedicate the pose to someone. That if we did it for someone else, it would make it easier. Which means I'm either a very bad person or that shit does NOT work. I had to go head down so as not to vom. Then we went home, showered of the nasty and ate left over cuban feast. Toward the end of our feast, Husband handed me his cell phone and FAE was on the line telling me she had a birthday present for me.....HER! HERE! IN MAY!

TUESDAY
Dinner with all three of the Coulter brothers! Jesse was in town for some fancy thing, so we had dinner in The Vil and a digestif at our place while we chatted about really interesting topics like college basketball, NBA basketball and basketball ads. GO SPORTS!

WEDNESDAY
In the middle of a nice little run of working my ass off like a crazy person. I sat in one meeting where my head actually spun around for real. No one noticed, though, because they were too busy deciding that everything we write for their all-American brand is anti-american with sexually explicit undertones. Ate a lot of chocolate at work. ACK!!! Photo of me working last week. No, really:

THURSDAY
Why whatever does a New Yorkish do when she gets off work at 10:30pm after a looooooooooong day of writing? One might think that she goes home to snuggle with a bag of Doritos. Well, one would be mistaken. Apparently, she gets on a train with Husband to hit up a just-off-the-park shwanky engagement party of someone we don't know. They had a hot tub on their roof overlooking the park. Um, yeah.

FRIDAY
Officially exhausted from a long work week, we picked up some slices at Bleeker Street Pizza, some Lemon Cake at Amy's Bread, a bottle whiskey and watched Season 1, Disc 2 of The Tudors. That DOES a marriage make.

SATURDAY
Jam, jam, jammed around town! We went and had the bomb Vietnamese sandwiches followed by a matinee of Adventureland. The movie was a mega-charmer. I recommend. Then we went home to hang out with Walter and eventually made our way out to the East Vil where we enjoyed some dumplings on the late night. I heart food day! Also, food is becoming a major theme in the New York character arc in the series that is my life. Repeat after self: You can't eat yourself happy. But trying is fun.

SUNDAY
Bunny hop!!! Yes, I had to work on zombie Jesus day. But before I worked, we took Walter the Dog to the dog park near our apartment. Husband got peed on by a stupid, dumb, stupid dog that was trying to ruin his day. Of all the people to pee on, that dog had to choose the one that loves his so fresh and so clean jeans and shoes. Poor guy.
And after work, we enjoyed an Easter Feast in Brooklyn with partner and his lovely wifey. Garlic roasted chicken, asparagus, green goddess salad, dutch babies and champagne! Ooh, and a HEATED game of Catch Phrase where the ladies totally kicked ass despite the separated-at-birth nature of partner and Husband's Catch Phrase chemistry. Ooh, and Brooklyn Amanda made us Easter eggs. CUTE!

"Win-Win Exchange..."

"...as long as the females got fed." Awesome.

Marital Bliss.

"Did you get a load of that lemon cake? It's the shit."

"I'm bout to get alllll up on that."

Say wha?

Exsqueeze me? A-baking powder? Lindsay Lohan is only 22 years old? This is absolutely shocking to me. I thought for sure she was at least 28 if not 50. Anyone else surprised that she was born in the late 80's? Don't get me wrong! I live by her stretch pants rule of thumb which goes like this: always wear stretch pants.

I openly admit that I kind of love her aviator glasses-wearing, Pocahontas tan-spraying, capri-smoking, girl-kissing, no-sandwich-having ass. I'm just surprised that she's gotten in so much d-rama in so little time. So today I say cheers to America's favorite little red snapper. This High Life's for you, girl.

Overheard in my office.

"Want to hear something gross?"

"Um, yes."

"I just blew my nose and a peanut came out."

A photo of my partner:

Overheard 3 minutes later while writing this blog.
"Ow."

A letter to whichever neighbor it may concern.

Dear Secret Benefactor,

I imagine you're sitting in your ancient West Village Brownstone enjoying a nip of Brandy and spot-cleaning your monocle wondering how you're going to break the news to me that you're leaving your entire estate in my name. I can only assume that you're tackling with issues like, "What is she going to think about an absolute stranger choosing her to bestow my wealth upon?" and "How am I going to show her that I am not creepy, but simply an unknown neighbor who is alone and longing to give to a young person who will truly enjoy it?" I want you, my secret benefactor, to know that I understand. And I don't plan on asking too many questions when the lawyer with the large sum of money equaling your estate walks up the 6 stories of stairs to present me with the check. We're all good.

In fact, I was curious if you have any interest in gifting me a small percentage of your estate early. Like a little sneak preview. A mini-chunk. You see, there's this camera I want to buy so that I can fully and clearly capture my New York adventures.

Here's the link in case you're feeling generous, dear benefactor. Just leave it by my front door. Easy! And sorry if Walter the Dog barks at you. He doesn't even know what a benefactor is.

Lamb's lettuce.

I have always aspired to be a salad lover. I enjoy a small salad as a prelude to a normal chicken dinner. But the big ones scare me. And it's SO awesome and grown-up to go to a restaurant and order the Nicoise Salad and a Diet Coke with lemon. It's not that I'm a picky eater. I just think lettuce is kind of boring and texturally harsh.

And once when I was a budding Jessica, right after Aunt Flo came to town for the first time, I thought to myself "Well, I'm a woman now. Which mean I shall start ordering salads from now on." So the next restaurant I went to was with my family on a trip to Multnomah Falls outside of Portland, OR. We went to the restaurant that had a view of the falls as a special treat. I ordered the Spinach Salad which featured water chestnuts and those teeny tiny comically undersized corns. Oh, and a Diet Coke with lemon. When my meal came, I ate it with my back a little straighter, LIKE A WOMAN, using both my fork and knife because I saw it on Pretty Woman. And then I puked on myself.

I HATE public crying, negative emoting and especially public vom-ing.

So, yeah, I don't much enjoy raw spinach, evil baby carrots, satanic water chestnuts and am generally weary of most giant salads.

UNTIL NOW.

I have discovered Lamb's Lettuce. Sweet! Tinsy! Buttery! Non-obtrusive! Soft like lamb! Not boring! Lamb's Lettuce! Husband bought some on a whim from Trader Joe's and I could jam on salads all day. I think I'm in lettuce love.

My period-getting self doing the best squinty-eyed Blossom smile I can muster.

LO(mf)L

HA! Zooming some audible laughter.