mallory's bitch, will dick-y. (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} willrickey) wrote,@ 2008-07-28 22:42:00 |
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In between work ('sup, HIMYMers! Can you believe I am not sick of your faces yet?!), more work (viewing a couple of the edits for Forgetting Sarah Marshall to the point where I no longer find any of the jokes even slightly amusing), and getting yelled at by my agent, manager, and publicist (which I'm sure you will all be reading about on ONTD annnnny day now), I have been one stressed out but classy young gentleman.
Now, there are a couple of ways I like to get unstressed. Usually one of those ways is bugging the crap out of Mallory, because it's fun to try and make her face turn colors when she reaches into her purse and touches something squishy (March, 2006. A ziplock bag full of refrigerated tapioca pudding), but when I was running plans for this by Trey, my young accomplice, said I should be nicer to his mommy.
After firing Trey as my young accomplice (now accepting applicants!), I moved onto Phase Two: Watching terrible, terrible MTV dating shows until five o'clock in the morning. Next. Parental Control. Date My Mom. If I could explain to you guys the love that I have for these shows, I'm fairlys ure you'd all think much less of me than you already do. There was a fantastic episode of Next where the girl took her busload of guys to the hair salon that her family owned, and her test of whether or not she wanted to date them was based on the following skills: Washing a customer's hair. That guy failed. Shaving a dude's head. That guy failed HARD. And finally, putting in a weave and extensions. That guy succeeded.
Personally, I would be annoyed if I turned up on a date and discovered I was expected to touch the scalps of randoms. Frankly, that just sounds terrible to me.
Date My Mom is awesome, too. If you go on an MTV dating show, you clearly aren't blessed with brains to begin with, so it's kind of delightful to see these guys trying to do the genetic math and think "The mom is ugly, but the daughter COULD be hot.....the mom is incredibly fat, but the daughter COULD be thin...the mom has no personality and isn't giving me a lot to go on here...." It's delightful. Sometimes it's like watching a walrus cry over a missing bucket.
The problem with this is that it generally means I am more asleep than awake at call the next morning. And it also means when they move the second team in to set up shots, I don't get to do things like hang out with the other HIMYMers or bug the craft service guy or call home to see how Zo's doing. It means I go to my trailer and sleep.
And here is the William J. Rickey, Esq. tried and true way to de-stress, that means everyone loves me and I am not exhausted: cooking.
Did you see that one coming? You should have.
Here is the complete list of things I have made this week.
At Home
1. Cheese straws
2. Mini-brioche
3. Four cheese pizza with hand cut proscuitto
4. Lobster rolls. Sometimes I enjoy killing lobsters in my kitchen.
5. Mac and cheese for the Mini-Mal.
In The Comfort of My Parents Restaurant, Where I Have Access To Greater Quantities of Food And Better Equipment and Thus Can Work On My Menu For the Place Papa Bear Straton And I Are Opening
1. Bourbon and honey glazed short ribs
2. Cream of potato and leek soup
3. Oreo and cherry cheesecake. This works better if the cherries are fresh, so we're probably not going to be able to mass produce that one because of food costs, which is a damn shame.
4. Spinach and feta puff pastries.
5. Rack of lamb with blackberries, olives, and toasted capers, which you'd think would be disgusting, but they mentioned it on Top Chef, I attempted to recreate it, and it is deliciousness. Stephanie didn't lie to me! I'm so glad she won!
Now, there are a couple of ways I like to get unstressed. Usually one of those ways is bugging the crap out of Mallory, because it's fun to try and make her face turn colors when she reaches into her purse and touches something squishy (March, 2006. A ziplock bag full of refrigerated tapioca pudding), but when I was running plans for this by Trey, my young accomplice, said I should be nicer to his mommy.
After firing Trey as my young accomplice (now accepting applicants!), I moved onto Phase Two: Watching terrible, terrible MTV dating shows until five o'clock in the morning. Next. Parental Control. Date My Mom. If I could explain to you guys the love that I have for these shows, I'm fairlys ure you'd all think much less of me than you already do. There was a fantastic episode of Next where the girl took her busload of guys to the hair salon that her family owned, and her test of whether or not she wanted to date them was based on the following skills: Washing a customer's hair. That guy failed. Shaving a dude's head. That guy failed HARD. And finally, putting in a weave and extensions. That guy succeeded.
Personally, I would be annoyed if I turned up on a date and discovered I was expected to touch the scalps of randoms. Frankly, that just sounds terrible to me.
Date My Mom is awesome, too. If you go on an MTV dating show, you clearly aren't blessed with brains to begin with, so it's kind of delightful to see these guys trying to do the genetic math and think "The mom is ugly, but the daughter COULD be hot.....the mom is incredibly fat, but the daughter COULD be thin...the mom has no personality and isn't giving me a lot to go on here...." It's delightful. Sometimes it's like watching a walrus cry over a missing bucket.
The problem with this is that it generally means I am more asleep than awake at call the next morning. And it also means when they move the second team in to set up shots, I don't get to do things like hang out with the other HIMYMers or bug the craft service guy or call home to see how Zo's doing. It means I go to my trailer and sleep.
And here is the William J. Rickey, Esq. tried and true way to de-stress, that means everyone loves me and I am not exhausted: cooking.
Did you see that one coming? You should have.
Here is the complete list of things I have made this week.
At Home
1. Cheese straws
2. Mini-brioche
3. Four cheese pizza with hand cut proscuitto
4. Lobster rolls. Sometimes I enjoy killing lobsters in my kitchen.
5. Mac and cheese for the Mini-Mal.
In The Comfort of My Parents Restaurant, Where I Have Access To Greater Quantities of Food And Better Equipment and Thus Can Work On My Menu For the Place Papa Bear Straton And I Are Opening
1. Bourbon and honey glazed short ribs
2. Cream of potato and leek soup
3. Oreo and cherry cheesecake. This works better if the cherries are fresh, so we're probably not going to be able to mass produce that one because of food costs, which is a damn shame.
4. Spinach and feta puff pastries.
5. Rack of lamb with blackberries, olives, and toasted capers, which you'd think would be disgusting, but they mentioned it on Top Chef, I attempted to recreate it, and it is deliciousness. Stephanie didn't lie to me! I'm so glad she won!
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