The Nanny Named Fran

It's been raining all day long. And I've been doing nothing but couch-tomatoeing (a term immortalized by rising Hollywood starlet Ziyi Zhang. Note to self: Shu-ming He was a horrible, horrible mistake. Stick to your China roots.) all day, watching The Nanny reruns.

I want to be a GlobeTrekker. This is undeniably the Best Job in the World. You get to travel the world and all you ever need to do is wonder out loud. Hey, you get paid for that, for crying out loud.

And that Divine Nigella Lawson is ohmygod hot hot hot.

There is something so intriguing about cookshows that is incredibly sexy. I supposed it's the passion that's oozing out of the chef. They looked so intently at their creation - notice they hardly ever look at the camera, I mean, you can't look both ways to cook well - and how they are always 'ooh'-ing and 'ahh'-ing at almost entirely everything. Then they explain to you how some ingredients should be prepared this way and not the other way just to create a desired effect. Some things you might want to know. And so they take that first bite. It's bloody orgasmic.

And moving on.

Living Coffee with Paul Bassett


I want to watch this but I will be in camp. To be a Barista is like having the Second Best Job in the World. Paul Bassett's job is second to none.
He is a bloody Barista that Globe-Trek! Well, almost. But still!

[earwax]: Peggy Scott - Every Little Bit Hurts