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Dyno-mite!

From time to time, The Sticky Egg not only highlights things that are cool, kitschy or culturally significant…

It points out stuff I simply gots to have!

For instance, in late January, I was inspired by an over-sized representation of a Marvel Comic strip panel that I felt had an important message for women everywhere:

“I simply haven’t met a boy yet who interests me! And until I do, I’d rather walk alone than date just anyone.”

I think I held out a whole week before I ordered that one.

And then earlier this month, I got all excited about the new — well, new to me anyway — iPhone icon pillows being sold by Craftsquatch, a store on Etsy.

I wrote that particular blog entry just a couple of days after my birthday, and mentioned what a wonderful gift they would make.

Well, one of my best friends took the bait, and I am happy to report…

There be iPhone pillows in the house!

Just look at them — it’s like the Marvel canvas and the pillows and my red leather couch were made for each other!

Since you are there for me through the silliness and the surreal, I wanted to celebrate my way cool decor with you as well.

And people say blogs don’t amount to anything…

Russian revolution

I love Ray Romano.

And apparently, so do the Russians.

The sitcom Everybody Loves Raymond, which was loosely based on the lives of Romano and producer Phil Rosenthal, ran for nine seasons on CBS.  It was nominated for the Best Comedy Series Emmy seven times and won twice.

When they decided to end the series in 2005, it was still in the Top 10, a spot it had occupied since its third season on the air.

Exporting Raymond is a documentary that opened in very limited release in movie theatres last Friday.  It follows Rosenthal’s efforts to produce a Russian version of the sitcom… which is probably even more difficult than you would think.

And really, really funny.

This isn’t a documentary about Ray Romano.  He’s not in it, except in copious clips from the sitcom.   This is Phil’s baby, and he — who I had never seen on camera before — is hilarious in his own right.

He’s wide-eyed and nervous and tentative.  I definitely saw flashes of Woody Allen in his manner (thankfully without the annoying stammer).  But when it comes to Everybody Loves Raymond and helping it come alive for the Russian audience, he is strong and certain and somewhat single-minded.

Goodness knows he runs into obstacles.  The studios there look like bombed out buildings.  The writers and actors are doing two or three shows simultaneously and have extremely limited time and resources.  And the people ‘in charge’ bring somewhat questionable expertise to the table.

It takes a translator, vodka, a kindly driver, a real Russian family, more vodka, and a bit of give-and-take before the pilot episode is complete.   The entire process is really fascinating to watch.

So, how was the Russian version of Raymond received?  I shouldn’t tell you the end.  (Let’s just say it lives up to its name.)

Working it out

I grew up in a home where work was very clearly defined by gender.

Women cleaned the house, cooked — well, Mom cooked — and did the dishes.  Men took out the trash, did the yard work, and maintained the cars.

It was all very Ozzie and Harriet…which I found odd, considering we were a single-parent household.  In fact, my mother and I had many colorful conversations on this very topic.

The times, they are a’changing.

Two separate studies have revealed that men are getting less handy around the house, and women are losing their “lady skills” (their words, not mine).

A study by AA Home Emergency Response shows that, over the past 40 years, the percentage of men able to perform home maintenance has steadily declined — from 71% in 1970 to just 44% today.  Similarly, social researcher Mark McCrindle found that only 51 per cent of women under 30 can cook a roast, hem a skirt, or iron a shirt, compared with 82 per cent of baby boomers.

Oh, the humanity.

Both studies posit possible reasons why.   One suggests that parents aren’t passing down the skills to their children. (So that’s why I can’t cook.)  Plus, men and women today are both in the workforce and developing new skills their parents didn’t need, especially with technology.

Let’s face it — today both sexes are (gasp) crossing gender lines to do chores.  I know many couples where the man has primary responsibility in the kitchen (or else, they’d starve).  Housework is shared according to talent or interest or simply who has time.

I love the fact that housework today is becoming simply work, without any genetic BS about who’s supposed to do it.

Except at my house.  (Anyone found a study about dogs and chores yet?)

Hoppin’

When Rory and I awoke this morning, we felt many eyes upon us…

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   I sense the eggs at my house have many guards. They’ll be no blatant candy consumption at my house!

(I’ll just leave the premises…)

Happy Easter!

Good gravy

I cooked last night.

Yes, this is a blog-worthy event.

I made breakfast for dinner.  Biscuits — from a can, I admit — and milk gravy.

Here in New York City, the term ‘milk gravy’ is greeted with much confusion.  So I will explain further in case you are also reading this with your head cocked to the side in bewilderment.

In a skillet on medium heat, I browned flour in vegetable oil.  (Bacon grease is the first choice, but I didn’t have any.)  To the flour, I added milk, stirring constantly over low heat.

Now, during this process, there was a lot of adjusting — how much oil, how much flour, how much milk.  I even added some water at the end to thin the gravy…plus salt and pepper to taste.

But, I must say, the final product was nothing short of amazing.

Filling?  Yes.  Heavy?  Oh yes.  I even added bacon to the plate, so there’s nothing about this meal that my doctor recommends.

But it does a heart good to enjoy such a feast on a good, damp New York City night.

Poppin’ fresh

I’ve mentioned before in this space that my go-to breakfast every day before grade school was Pop-tarts… specifically, Brown Sugar Cinnamon Pop-tarts.

No frosting — just pure cinnamon sugary goodness with a cold glass of milk.

The breakfast of champions.

Of course, that was back when most Pop-tarts weren’t frosted.  When they weren’t bright, noxious colors with swirls and rainbow sprinkles.  When they still looked like breakfast pastries, not Play-Doh experiments.

They were just as bad for you — they just looked a whole lot better.

If you also prefer Pop-tarts ‘au natural’, have trouble finding them on your grocer’s shelf, AND aren’t scared to turn on your oven, you’re in luck!

I found a recipe for making Brown Sugar Cinnamon Pop-tarts from scratch. (And they sound pretty darn good.)

All you need is about 90 minutes, a pizza cutter and a pastry brush.  The ingredients and instructions seem pretty simple, too.

Take a look at the final product — nice, huh?

You’ll notice the recipe includes instructions for a glaze. No doubt a nod to the frosted youth among us.

Oh well…at least it’s a color found in nature!

iWant

File this one under “Great ideas I wish I had thought of  ’cause then I would be rich and cool”…

iPillows

That’s what I said.  Craftsquatch, a store on Etsy, is selling handmade pillows cleverly fashioned in the shape of iPhone icons.

I don’t even own an iPhone — don’t really want one — but I need these pillows.

The Maps icon.  Messages.  Photos.  Phone.  All the virtual buttons you push repeatedly day after day on your iPhone, draining the battery and your connection to reality — now realized as bright, bold pillows for your sofa, chair or bed.

Or, if you’re part of the small, proud minority that doesn’t own an iPhone — but is still a social media addict — Craftsquatch has also created Social Pillows with common icons from the Internet.

The Facebook icon.  Tumblr.  RSS Feed.  Share.  Even the anonymous FB man and woman and Twitter birdie (in your choice of colors).

I only need about 10 of ‘em.

So, if you missed the Egg’s birthday and are in a quandary as to how to appropriately gift me at such a late date…

iPillows

That is all.

Hit the mats

On my birthday Monday, I played hooky and went to see Win Win, Paul Giamatti’s latest movie.

It’s a wrestling film.

Now, what I know about wrestling — well, I don’t know anything about wrestling.  We didn’t have the sport at my tiny high school, and I never attended a match during college.

(I’m not even sure my college had a wrestling team.)

I went to see Win Win based solely on the cast.  Paul Giamatti.  Bobby Carnavale.  Amy Ryan.

And like many of the men who no doubt were coerced into seeing Black Swan even though they had no interest in ballet, I just hoped there wasn’t too much wrestling in Win Win.

Well, there was.  Lots of it.  And while at first I was distracted by the whack uniforms and unusual moves, the wrestling matches were kinda fascinating…and reinforced the movie’s message about what winning and losing are all about.

The performances are really special, too.  I didn’t feel like I was watching a movie as much as being a bit of a voyeur in a family’s life and personal problems.

And they do have a few problems, this family.  But seeing how they resolve them?

That’s the win-win.

It’s a glow

This was an incredibly difficult blog post to write.

I can’t focus.  Can’t seem to string words together into sentences that amount to much of anything.  And I really don’t care all that much, either.

You know why?

I’m just too damn happy.

I am totally distracted by happiness today.  I try to begin other projects, and find myself just sitting…and smiling.

A friend called it a glow.  That’s exactly what it is — and all because of a little old college basketball game.

(UK beat Ohio State last night — I mean, come on!  Come on!!)

I tried to Google this phenomenon — the distraction of happiness — but all I could find is how everyday life distracts you from being happy.

So far, I haven’t found that to be the case at all.  I’m still happy.  Still smiling.  Still haven’t gotten a darn thing done.

Who cares?  I’m happy.

Tick tock

The arrival of Daylight Savings Time seems to brings with it conflicting emotions.

Some folks excited by the late afternoon sunlight.  Others cheated by the lost hour of sleep.

Me?  I’m still changing clocks — why do I have so may clocks — and at the same time, noticing all the cool ones I don’t own!

Yep — daylight savings time inspires me to go clock shopping.  I had eight clocks to ‘spring forward’ on Sunday, so I certainly don’t need more.  But it’s still fun to look at some of the clever designs that are out there.

The Domino Clock

Can you read the time? It’s 12:59.  The first domino represents the hour; the second and third the minutes.  The dots change as the time changes (but they never tumble and fall).

I think telling time with dominoes is way more fun than playing dominoes.

The Aspiral Clock

Don’t ask me how this one works.  Somehow a ball rolls down the spirals that make up the clock’s frame and tells you the time of day.

I’m not sure a clock should tell you the time and blow your mind…but this one does.  It also comes in lots of cool colors, which is even more important.

The Skull Clock

And for something completely different…a clock that is perfect at Halloween.  Perfect for that brain surgeon in your life.  Perfect for your Southwest decor.  Perfect for your foyer when you want to scare kids aware from your house.

And it tells time.

I think I can easily justify changing nine clocks next year.