So like, what I’m expressing here is: Dog doesn’t need your corporate fascism, Mister Businessman. Dog has no use for your unhip grey-flannel-suburban-split-level-claims-adjusting-7:53-from-Hartford mental prison, baby.
Dog just needs to be free, y’know? Dog needs to, like, spill his martini once and a while, because that’s real, that’s truth. That… is… what… life… is… maaaaaaan.
Groovy chick Tina D. hits us with: “This is my poodle Emmett, badly in need of a haircut, posing with a new piece of artwork that my fiance and I plan to hang in our living room.”
Maynard G. Krebs!
Hee hee hee! My brother used to be a big Dobie Gillis fan!
And his dry martini!
The artwork captures Emmett perfectly, lol!
Perfecshons. Tongue and all.
Duuuude!
Dog doesn’t need your Madison Avenue Cheez-Whiz *fascism!*
(For those who, like me, dimly remember a 70′s SNL skit about Beatniks. I think Steve Martin was involved.)
I do remember that bit. You are correct; Steve Martin played a beatnik poet.
We’re old.
Also, I think your “grey-flannel-suburban-split-level-claims-adjusting-7:53-from-Hartford mental prison” is better than the original.
NTMTOM, dear, I love and admire your wit to know NO bounds but, Brother! You need serious help! The clincher? “…7:53-from-Hartford mental prison, baby!” Oh! Here come the nice men in the white jackets now!! (Just teasing! I ADORE your wonderful posts!!) You, like, ROCK, baby!!!
I want to know just how Tina managed to keep Emmett from pouncing on that yummy-looking martini cookie. I could never get a shot like this of my dogs simply because the cookie would cease to exist the instant it came near the couch.
(btw, am i the only one speculating on how to make a martini-flavored cookie, or perhaps a cookie-flavored martini?)
Cookie-flavored martini, coming right up!
Sugar Cookie Martini
2 oz. Godiva White Chocolate Liqueur
2 oz. Bailey’s Irish Cream
2 oz. Butterscotch Schnapps
2 oz. whipping cream
2 oz. milk
Combine ingredients in a martini shaker with ice. Shake and pour.
(found at http://grinandbakeit.com)
It would be a shame not to test that recipe out.
I think to make a martini-flavored cookies, you could mix a bit of Sugar Cookie Martini with some confectioner’s sugar to make an icing and then spread it on a sugar cookie. My blood sugar spiked just from writing that.
That put me in the mod lounge! At least I have a new martooni recipe to try out.
Yum! This is what I want next time I visit the snickering lounge!
This martooni sounds worth every calorie! YUM.
Regarding the cookie, i wonder if identifying and then blending the botanicals of gin into a sugar cookie dough would do it. Hmmm…
I would add 2 oz. Vanilla Vodka to that recipes. *hic*
Ooh, a cookie reduced to crumbs! I was thinking that, too. I know from experience you can’t make martini ice cream…maybe someone will now invent the martini cookie at least.
I was wondering where they got that martookie.
Crazy, man, crazy. *fingersnapping*
I am also loving the artwork! It is like totally now, man.
Hey Saffron, I love your vernacular – sounds really cool !
It’s all so confusing. Back in the old bongo-playing, beret-wearing days, a hipster would never drink a martoony– that was for the Mad Men. Now the hipsters drink ironic ‘tinis (irony-inis?). Crazy, man.
I’m finding myself thinking of a MAD Magazine parody, done back in the Sixties, when MAD still was funny, of “My Fair Lady,” starring Cary Grant, Charles Loughton, and Frank Sinatra, called “My Fair Ad-Man.” Frank played a beatnik called Irving Mallion (because “you’re a pig, Mallion!” Geddit?) that Charles and Cary made a bet they could turn into an advertising executive. Parodies of “My Fair Lady” songs ensued. Very funny.
Thanks, NTMTOM!
LOVE LOVE LOVE the text on this post, NTMTOM! This is one of my top 3 CO faves! And I can’t get over how much this dog looks like the one in the print! I can see why the hyoomins bought it for their living room wall.
So here’s the Debbie Downer frustrated English teacher in me coming out: “….once and a while….” S/B “….once in awhile….”
No split levels in Hartford. They call ‘em raised ranches. Purses are pocketbooks. Couches are sofas. Rubber bands are elastics. Splinters are slivers. Subs (and hoagies and poor boys) are grinders. Sprinkles and jimmies (on ice cream) are shots. And marshmallow creme is fluff (much to my initial mortification).
Thanks for the localization lesson kimmaroo! It amazes me how much crosses the continent and what truly is local. Where I grew up in Chicago (southwest side near Midway) we called couches sofas and splinters slivers. But purses were purses and subs were just plain old subs. The biggie, though, is that soda is SODA, not pop.
You mean coke. As is “What kind of coke do you want?” “I’ll have a Mountain Dew, please.”
Hubby was born and raised in Colorado. I was born and raised in Texas. I picked up “pop” from him and now I fool people because I don’t have a strong Texas accent and I say “pop.”
I’ve lived in Colorado all my life, and I honestly don’t have any idea what the regional idiom for soft drinks is here. I specify what I want and don’t really use a generalization. The only thing would be if someone is asked to bring “drinks” to a meal, and that could mean anything from soft drinks to lemonade to iced tea or whatever.
“whatever” = adult beverage (hic!)
*shifty eyes*
Life imitating art ? or art imitating life ? I just love these discussions !
I think the doggie on the right with the lampshade on his head needs an intervention. :0
Baby you’re so Square!
Baby I don’t care.
There should be a matchingks tag!
There IS a Matchingks Tag!!!
CO et al should use it for this pic !!!!!
Signed,
If Wishes Were Horses ….
Dog is my kinda guy.
Cool daddy! I have a micro-dog named Emmett too! Same spelling and ever’thing.
Completely nailed it NOMTOM, thanks for the hearty lol!
I have some of those Sara England pieces…. love them!