Miss Anita Manbadly

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Smizing since 1999.

Winning the War On Breakfast

One of my absolute favorite things to order in our local “greek style family restaurant” is called “The Gypsy Steak.”

It’s served in a ceramic skillet, and it has a layer of hash browns, then veggies, then steak, then eggs, then cheese. Throw some ketchup and hot sauce on there and it’s all good in the neighborhood.

Last night, I figured out how to make this concoction at home and save about $20 (plus tip) when feeding two people. Continue reading

Wales Will Have Water No Matter What Twitter Says, and Other Tall Tales

Apparently the spreading of crazy rumors isn’t only a United States thing. Customers in the Rhondda Cynon Taf, Rhymney and Caerphilly areas of Wales got their panties in a bunch, because a letter was sent out that some repairs were being made to the local water works. Misreading this well-meaning missive, some overly helpful soul got on the Twitterz™ and said that everyone’s water supply was being cut off. This had the effect of swamping the Welsh Water Call Centre (see that spelling? classy!) so the folks in charge had to get to Teetering and Tweetering to let the public know that their water supply was not being cut off. Jeez Louise, already. Continue reading

A Short History Of The Vegas Pool Party

Over the last 10 years, the Fertitta brothers spent a boatload of money promoting the Ultimate Fighting Championship and getting it licensed to exhibit fights in Nevada. Once the UFC was a legitimate sport, the makeup of the Vegas crowd changed. Gone were the moms and dads and their children. Vanished were the retirees in gem sweaters and orthopedic shoes.

Suddenly, young men puffed up on steroids, swilling eau de toilette and wearing skin-sucking Christian Audigier t-shirts covered with far too much glittery crap, started invading the Planet Hollywood and Hard Rock hotel/casinos. They brought their Lucite platform heel wearing, Forever 21 dress bearing, spray tan having, foul mouthed girlfriends. Continue reading

I Am Number Four Leaves More Questions than Answers

No one is made of stone, and therefore no one should be expected to resist the animal charms of Alex Pettyfer. No, they should not.

That being said, one can ravish one’s eyes on Mister Petit-Four’s person in a science-fiction-slash-fantasy thriller currently in theaters, known as I Am Number Four. Read no further if you have not seen this cinematic masterpiece.  Spoilers after the jump. Continue reading