This weekend, I watched the film, Julie & Julia—primarily because it starred Meryl Streep and the chick from Enchanted. I mean, Meryl Streep is like the most celebrated actor of all time. She’s kind of like bacon. If it’s got bacon, you know it’s gonna be good (except for that awful bacon dessert made by Kevin aka “the MIT guy” on Top Chef—can we say EW?).
I had no idea what to expect in watching the film, but I become quite envious of the Julie character (I was going to say spoiler alert, except it’s not a spoiler to state the complete obvious), because she effectively became rich and famous by blogging. Julie earned her accolades by going through the Julia Child cookbook, “Mastering the Art of French Cooking,” and blogging about her attempts at accurately following the directions of the iconic American Frenchie, Julia Child.
So I’ve been inspired by Julie to continue in my pleas to Tina Fey and NPH who, to date, have yet to acknowledge my existence. Although, in a moment of sheer insanity, I did believe that the most recent HIMYM contained NPH’s secret signals to me—you know, when he continually winked at the camera. I was totally like, “Neil! I see you! I love you! I will carry your lovechild! I will travel to LA to find you and follow you in a totally legal and non-stalkerish fashion!” I digress.
What can I, an attorney with outlandish dreams of eventually becoming an EGOT winner, possibly write about, on a consistent basis, that would yield in the achievement of my laughable fantasies? I certainly don’t have the patience or wherewithal to cook from a fancy French cookbook every day (unless someone were to provide me with a substantial advance . . .). I could write about my attempts at mimicking dance routines from SYTYCD, but such shenanigans cannot be adequately described in just words alone—just a couple weeks ago, I tried to complete at least 5 pirouettes in sequence and found that my body would effectively become frozen at about 3/4 of a pirouette, causing me to tumble to the floor in a heap of all that is not graceful.
Perhaps that, then, is why Tina and Neil have not discovered me. I don’t have direction. What shall I devote my blogging to in the upcoming days until my pending occupational nuptials with 30 Rock or HIMYM?
Screw it. I like my current theme. Discover me, Tina Fey & NPH!!!