Outed!

My heart belongs to Georgia Jones this week — I mean Brooke! I forgot that she came out from behind the mask recently. As did Becky. (Wow. It's like that scene in Beneath the Planet of the Apes where all the mutants pull off their "faces" to reveal their purplish, bald, veiny, irradiated heads to their Almighty Bomb.)

Maybe that wasn't the best comparison to draw. Brooke, Becky: you both have lovely skin. Nice hair, too.

SO. It was Georgia Brooke who Nancy Drewed her way to this site, left a note on the door, and added a link from her own blog while this damn thing was still parked in the garage! I'll bet you already know what you're getting for Christmas, don't you, Brooke? Probably even know where Perry Mason buried his wife.

It's nice to be noticed. I'm just glad she didn't stumble onto the page while I was still using the lyrics to The Greatest American Hero as placeholder text.

Anyway, here's this, then. Ta da. Basically I'm picking up here where Tripod left off (one of our "pods" migrated east earlier this year; the other one has been too overworked to post for several months — I'll never let go, Jeff; the Top 5 will go on...), which means a lot of spewing about movies and booze and baseball and assholes in high places.

For those who have enjoyed Shmool's Catster diary, allow me to also present Memoirs of a Dark Cat. Shmool thanks you for all the fan mail & hopes his new organ of record meets with your approval.

Maus has given her page a makeover as well — let me get you started off right by pointing you to this recipe. Gott in himmel!

Speaking of recipes, here's one I should get off my chest right off the bat:

Urban Bourbon
2 oz. bourbon*
½ oz. Tuaca
Shake & serve up with an extra-long lemon twist.

*Sweet, smooth bourbons work best: Maker's Mark, Woodford Reserve, Gentleman Jack. This thing of beauty comes from the superb Atomic Cocktails: Mixed Drinks for Modern Times.