Monday, April 11, 2011
I've been holding out on you. I feel like I've been a meanie.
See, I haven't told you about a few sumthin' sumthin's that have brought me much happiness and hilarity.
they are a must have if I was on a desert island. If the house was burning down, I'd grab the kids in one arm and these books in the other. I josh not. Just ask the hubby as he looks over to see why I'm laughing so hard I can't breathe and I'm pounding the bed with my fist:
"are you reading that, again?"
and I choke out a yes and simultaneously wipe the tears from my eyes. They never get old, people; they never get old.
"So, what are they?" You ask. "Is this the secret to life?" you ask. "Is this the key to my happiness?"
Yes, and yes to the latter two. And to the first question:
let us see for ourselves, shall we?
Take "Interior Desecrations": it's a collection of craptastic 70's home design, and as Lileks says,
"Welcome to Hell: where it's always '73 and Sonny."
And they're just delightfully hee-hee-sterical.
Yes, they are that funny. Which is why I own every book James Lileks has ever written. Even the one that is out of print. Hunted that one down, too.
Frankly, I'm concerned my house might show up in a book like this, 30 years from now.
"Mommy Knows Worst" has gathered up the worst advice/advertisements/ideas from the early 20th century of motherhood:
Just looking at this bed makes me feel labor pains.
"Gastroanomolies" and "The Gallery of Regrettable Food" is your grandma's old cookbook photos, and I don't recommend flipping through when your stomach is only so-so.
Food photography has changed so much in the last few years.
One of my faves:
Where does this guy get this stuff?
And there it is: nearly a thousand collective pages of pure enjoyment. Dig in.
Posted by Mandi@TidbitsfromtheTremaynes at 9:00 AM