Biscuit: Tasty Doesn't Get You A Date To The Prom

My poor little blog continues to devour itself as a result of my neglect. In my defense, I've either been slammed busy with work, or sluggish and laid low with the Cold That Refuses To Die. Still, some things absolutely require comment. One of these things is cardigans.

If you're reading this, and you're a man? Stop. Wearing. Cardigans. I'm serious. Unless you're Mr. Rogers, and I have it on VERY good authority that none of you ARE, you can't pull it off. Stop it.

Thanks.

Look, seriously, it's not like I'm some kind of crazy fashionista. But there was a guy on the train today, and he looked sharp. Beautiful suit, wide scarf tossed insouciantly over one shoulder, argyle socks that matched the scarf, gorgeous cufflinks. Like, seriously sharp. So I'm doing my crossword and looking at him surreptitiously out of the corner of my eye, and then I'm like, "Hey, he has both buttons on his two-button jacket buttoned up. That's not right." And then he sat down, and he didn't unbutton anything at all, and all I wanted to do was jump up and scream, "BUTTON FOUL! BUTTON FOUL!!!"

I mean, I'm glad I didn't and everything, but come on now. Button foul.

No, this is NOT becoming a fashion blog, but I have to mention a stunning new trend I just heard about: Apparently it's suddenly a very bad idea to wear red ties in Washington, DC.

Fuck the fucking FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!!!! God damn, it feels good to win!

From the NY Times, 11/10/06:

Bush called Senate Minority Leader Harry Reid and the Senate's No. 2 Democrat, Dick Durbin, to the Oval Office for about 45 minutes of discussions. Afterward, they pledged to put bitter campaign disputes aside and work together.

Durbin, an Illinois Democrat, appreciatively observed that both Bush and Vice President Dick Cheney had chosen blue ties -- perhaps in honor of the Democratic victory on Tuesday?

"I was hoping you would notice that," said Bush.

KA-POW.

And the call rang out across the land, that the people might hear it and rejoice, as they have lo these many years:

The herb butter.
Is in.
The fridge.

Let the holidays BEGIN.