Lost in the Supermarket: House Party edition

There are too many great moments in House Party — the film debut of Kid & Play — to list. One of my favorites occurs when Sidney and Sharane are sitting outside Sharane’s home and her little brother calls out, “I’m making Kool Aid! You want Grape or Red?”

She indignantly answers, “RED!” as though it was the stupidest question ever. Moments later, we see the boy pouring an entire bag of sugar into a pitcher.

In that spirit, I offer you this week’s Lost in the Supermarket, straight from the Sam’s Club in Kenner, LA:

I’m making vodka! You want grape or raaaaiiiid?

See the whole Lost in the Supermarket series

Well, it was SORTA like D-Day . . .

This article covering the collapse of Lehman Bros. and the “death of Wall Street” isn’t as good as the multi-part extravaganza that the WSJ ran about Bear Stearns. There are way too many players involved, too small a space in which to tell the story, and so the death knell — Goldman and Morgan becoming plain old banks — is treated as an afterthought.

That said, the article features this awesome passage:

Rolling up to the meetings at around the same time was Goldman’s chief, Mr. Blankfein. A Goldman aide, referring to days of meltdowns and meetings, carped to Mr. Blankfein: “I don’t think I can take another day of this.”

Mr. Blankfein retorted: “You’re getting out of a Mercedes to go to the New York Federal Reserve — you’re not getting out of a Higgins boat on Omaha Beach,” he said, referring to the World War II experience of a former Goldman head. “So keep things in perspective.”

What It Is: 12/29/08

What I’m reading: Re-read The Great Gatsby on the flight down to New Orleans, then started Kurt Andersen‘s second novel, Heyday. It’s a fun novel, rolling across America in 1848-9, but it makes the exact same idiotic decision as Michael Clayton (and a bazillion other books and movies): Part 1 opens in April 1848, and then flashes back 2 months and spends the next hundred or so pages catching up to that opening scene. And here’s the kicker: there’s nothing about that scene that necessitated putting it at the front of book. DON’T USE FLASHBACK UNLESS IT’S INTEGRAL TO THE STRUCTURE OF THE STORY!

What I’m listening to: Boxer, by The National and the eponymous debut of The Good, The Bad and The Queen.

What I’m watching: A bunch of Bowl games, and some Cajun cooking shows.

What I’m drinking: Nothing until my last night in Louisiana, when Amy & I met up with her cousin Wade & his wife Robin for dinner at Restaurant August in New Orleans. Then I rocked a Hendrick’s & tonic.

What Rufus is up to: Being a perfect houseguest with my pals Jay & Kristy and their two greys, Ruby & Willow.

Where I’m going: Nowhere! Not even the office!

What I’m happy about: Being home. And not having any snow to shovel.

What I’m sad about: Oh, another year, etc. . . .

What I’m pondering: Whether my GPS unit has a “no ghettoes” setting for calculating routes.

What It Is: 12/22/08

What I’m reading: The new issue of The Atlantic, which has a bunch of great articles (as usual), including an entertaining one on the aptly named Rampage Jackson, a UFC fighter. I’m trying to figure out what to read on my trip to Louisiana; I’m just bringing the Kindle along and will settle on something. I’m thinking maybe Gatsby or Heyday.

What I’m listening to: Third, by Portishead.

What I’m watching: The Player and Tropic Thunder. It’s our meta-Hollywood weekend.

What I’m drinking: My associate editor got me some Bluecoat gin for a holiday present (I got her a spa gift certificate, since she could REALLY use some relaxation), so I oughtta have that.

What Rufus is up to: Not enjoying his first experience with snow.

Where I’m going: Off to Louisiana for the holidays with my in-laws!

What I’m happy about: Being done with the year-end 400-page issue.

What I’m sad about: Having to leave Rufus with friends while we’re away. Even though they love him and have 2 greys of their own for him to hang out with, I just feel bad about having to uproot him like that. Which is probably why I went 20 years between getting a pet.

What I’m pondering: Whether it’s actually a blessing disguise that NetNewsWire deleted the 20-something posts I’d been saving for months to read and/or write about.