Emchap's Shit from the Internet 12/4/19 🍠
I am currently on my couch, with sweatpants, enjoy a post-therapy dinner of peppered brie; ritz; teensy truffles; and a chocolate babka stout. There are Christmas lights. It's good, even if the muppets are on TV trying to sell Facebook portals for some goddamn reason. (I hate these commercials; I hate them more than there are WORDS.)
It is funny to see the ways in which LA handles the holiday season given that we don't really have a ton of winter (though this year we have had an unexpected, torrential set of rains that I Do Not Care For). I stopped in at my local goofy coffee microchain on my way to therapy today, and they were cheerfully advertising their holiday conchas (including peppermint, hell yeah), which are a perfectly reasonable holiday option in a climate where you can still order iced coffee full of sweetened condensed milk halfway through December, and have it be weather-appropriate rather than some sort of fucking Boston thing.
My personal holiday plans involve baking (send me your cookie recipes!) and eating 90% of my cheese intake for the year; I look forward to riding out the rain with brie.
Shit to read
This is a deeply wholesome dive into what sounds like an enviable marriage.
I want to go to there. (Or more realistically to the Filipino cafe down the street from my house.)
Startup mattresses: why?
This has a goofy headline but is a lovely look at how to deal with profound existential anxiety in light of, y'know, the whole thing.
Shit to eat
Buy some brie from trader joe's. If they don't have triple-cream, double-cream is fine.
Take it to your house.
Cut a hunk of it off.
Put it on a plate.
Grind good pepper over it.
Open up a sleeve of Ritz crackers.
Eat, on your couch, accompanied by a beer so dark it's basically syrup.
Shit to listen to
Shit to buy
We all just bought all the shopping weekend things our hearts can contain. Focus on gifts and brie.