Happy Thanksgiving!

And now to cheer you up...

Crappy Thanksgiving Jokes:

1. What did the mother turkey say to her disobedient children?

If your father could see you now, he'd turn over in his gravy!

2. Why did the turkey cross the road?

It was the chicken's day off.

3. Why can't you take a turkey to church?

Because they use such FOWL language

4. What kind of music did the Pilgrims like?

Plymouth Rock

5. Why did they let the turkey join the band?

Because he had the drumsticks

I got nuthin'!

I always feel bad about not blogging for extended periods of time. I know that the thousands of you out there that read my blog religiously are waiting with bated breath for my next installment. And the extrovert that lurks inside of me hates to dissappoint, but I got nothin'!

For the past 2 weeks I've done nothing but paint, paint, and paint. And I have nothing to show for it all except cash since I've sold nearly everything I've made almost immediately.

However, I did manage to work on some non-painting things. I've had this idea for a series of photos in my head for about 6 months now. They're in the simmering stage of the cooking process, but I'll share a few "sketches" with you any way. The images are from old negatives my grandfather gave me before his death last year. I'm not sure what to do with all of them , but it's great fun anyway.

There. Happy?

Don't Say I Never Gave You Anything!

Nu Comme Un Ver! (Naked as a worm.)

No you're not looking at a screen shot from Italian TV, it's Lez Nuz! A new version of the actual news and weather put out by the French version of Comedy Central. Forget about TeleMatin, this is clearly the news show to watch.

Now normally I hate watching the weather segment of the news during the dark gray northern French winter, but somehow hearing the phrase "50% chance of rain" from an overly bronzed shirtless French guy makes it actually quite tolerable.

Plus shirtless boy actually used the line: "Weekend forecast: rainy, cold, a little Sarkozy." If this forecast is at all accurate, perhaps his co-anchor should consider putting on a sweater?

Finally FIAC!

After almost 4 years of scheduling conflicts, French Boy and I finally made it to FIAC, only to be dissappointed. FIAC which is billed as the French art event of the year was in fact quite wimpy this year. Not to say that FIAC didn't try to give a decent showing, but it clearly paled in comparison to Art Basel which we had the pleasure to visit this summer. Even French Boy, who knows only the bare minimals about contemporary art, thought the whole thing was a bit limp.

I'm still kicking myself for not at least asking for the price on this Jean-Claude Van Damme Waffle Sculpture. Kicking myself I tell you!

In fact the double decker bus shuttle between the two exhibition locations (The Louvre & Grand Palais) was pretty much the highlight of the exhibition.

If you ever get a chance to take a ride on one of these buses, DO IT! To say the least we enjoyed it more than all the crappy art in FIAC combined. (and that's alot of crap!) We only wished the ride had been longer.

Let's face it. Paris never gets old. If you can plug your nose long enough to survive the piss smell in the Opera metro station, I guarantee you that the rest of Paris will win you over without even trying. It's just that charming.

Anyway, before we hopped the train home we finally had a chance to visit and meet the new baby of French Boy's oldest friends Florian and Adeline. Baby Solene is six months old and a total sweetheart.

And she totally enjoyed the hip noisemaking-vibrating baby gift that we bought her.

So it was a good weekend all around, but then again any weekend in Paris with a Handsome French Boy is always a good weekend.

Halloween is dead.

Well it's official. Halloween is dead....at least in France.

This is incredibly heartbreaking to me because it happens to be my favorite American pseudo-holiday. I'll take witches & goblins over reindeer & slave-elves anyday.

So as a memorial to the very short & half-assed life of French Halloween, I wanted to post a photo of myself in one of my childhood halloween costumes, but after an exhaustive search, I could only come up with the following:

Me dressed up in my grandmother's old clothes.

Me riding my brother's fire engine while wearing wonder woman pajamas.

Me at my kindergarten dance recital dressed as a puppy?

My friends Kasia & Bart in NYC at the last Halloween party I went to where everyone was too cool to actually wear costumes.

And there ya have it. Dead.