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Chicken McNuggets are Holocaust Deniers! BOYCOTT CHICKEN MCNUGGETS!

Seth — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 19:24:00 +0000

#SethBuyMeLunch Lunch No. 13

Seth — Mon, 09 Jan 2012 23:05:58 +0000

I met writer-producer-director-actor-comedian-queef-joke-enthusiast Ann Marie Lindbloom for lunch at Simple Things Restaurant, a sandwich and pie place on West 3rd, where she ate half a turkey-and-avocado sandwich and took the rest home. I promptly insisted she reimburse me for the uneaten portion, because page 53 #SethBuyMeLunch contract clearly states that the complimentary lunch includes only food eaten during the course of the meal. She kicked me in the eyes and ran off. Luckily I still had time to enjoy my reuben,1 which was of high quality, if a little overpriced, with thick, tender corned beef.

Stuff I Like: The Marisol

Seth — Thu, 22 Dec 2011 20:55:00 +0000

NOTE: For the holidays I’m sharing a few of my favorite things that might not be familiar to you, thereby bringing peace on earth and goodwill toward man and single-handedly solving all of the world’s problems forever. You can see the other stuff I like by clicking here.

Despite James Bond’s myriad horrible characteristics and the many equally horrible movies made about him, I’ve been something of a Bond enthusiast most of my life. I even think I still have, somewhere in a storage locker in Pittsburgh, a complete set of the Victory Games, Inc. 007 role playing games.

#SethBuyMeLunch Lunch No. 12

Seth — Mon, 19 Dec 2011 18:19:01 +0000

When you’re still using a three-year-old iPhone 3G, the Maps app takes 35 minutes to start up. Which means that by the time you admit that you don’t know where you’re going, you’re going to be at least 35 minutes more lost. And so after several U-turns on Venice Blvd. and captivating tours of the side streets of Culver City, I parked near a lot full of beatdown Alfa Romeo Spiders1 at the Omega Motorsports garage and arrived at Villa Tacos quite a bit late to find Brian Morrison deep into free chips and salsa.

The Twelfth Winner of #SethBuyMeLunch

Seth — Wed, 14 Dec 2011 21:32:54 +0000

Congratulations to Brian Morrison, AKA @MorriBri. I’m looking forward to having tacos with him in Culver City. I’m posting the photo above because Brian strikes me as the type of guy who’d have the flagons to walk into a Jack in the Box with a cup from three weeks ago and help himself to some Coke Zero, which I think we can agree is the type of person we all want to be.

Next week is your last chance to win a free lunch with me in 2011. Tweet #SethBuyMeLunch anytime on Monday to enter.

#SethBuyMeLunch Lunch No. 11

Seth — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 19:40:06 +0000

I should really just stop intending to take photographs of the #SethBuyMeLunch winners, because I forget every time. I’m just gonna uese Dave Shotwell’s Twitter photo, which I can verify is what he looks like. Conversely, he can confirm that this lunch actually happened and that I’m not just making this post up from information I learned during the 49 hours I spent hidden in his couch cushions.

Dave and I met at the Blu Jam Café on the outskirts of West Hollywood, home to Los Angeles’s greatest latté foam artists. It’s also home, surprisingly, to a “famous” and delicious goulash loaded with so many cubes of pig meat that the generous bowl that came with my soup/half-sandwich combo left me not wanting to eat the underwhelming “LA Club.” Blu Jam seems to be a popular place, because this was the first #SethBuyMeLunch meal that actually involved having to wait for a table — 20 minutes at 1pm on a rainy Monday afternoon.

#SethBuyMeLunch Lunch No. 10

Seth — Mon, 05 Dec 2011 18:30:25 +0000

On Friday, Rose Hart-Landsberg and I met for lunch at Silverlake Coffee Co., where the staff and customers showered us with ticker tape and baby pandas in a joyous celebration of the tenth #SethBuyMeLunch lunch. Choking back tears, I explained that my and Rose’s lunch was, in a technical sense, actually number nine, because lunch number four has yet to happen. The revelers turned into an angry mob and hosed us down with scalding hot chai.

That didn’t stop Rose and I from enjoying unremarkable sandwiches and a pleasant conversation. Rose was a supporter of #SethBuyMeLunch from the very first week, which I truly appreciate, and I was happy to finally get to meet her.

#SethBuyMeLunch Lunch No. 9

Seth — Mon, 21 Nov 2011 18:48:27 +0000

@TheFriendlyEnd, AKA T-Boz, and I braved a cloudy, cool, and depressing Friday in the semi-enclosed Farmers Market for exactly the amount of time required to shovel down a burrito and a cup of soup, which coincidentally was just a few seconds under the amount of time T-Boz could tolerate the extreme willies I seemed to be giving her. The soup was hers — tortilla — and the burrito was mine — cactus salad, my go-to Farmers Market order from the Mexican powerhouse Loteria Grill.

The Farmers Market, with a capital F and M, isn’t an actual farmers’ market but a 75-year-old permanent marketplace/food court in LA’s Fairfax Village neighborhood.

#SethBuyMeLunch Lunch No. 8

Seth — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 17:53:35 +0000

This week’s #SethBuyMeLunch winner — P.T. McNiff — and I had to race out of Langer’s Deli to escape our expired parking meters, and in our hurry I forgot to take his picture. So I used the Internet to piece together a surprisingly accurate approximation:

Walking past the grimy apartment buildings of Westlake on a cool and gray day to eat pastrami sandwiches at a Jewish deli distinctly made me feel like I was back in New York, an important sense memory for me to have every so often to remind myself that I never want to live in New York again.

My Uncle Joe’s Garden – A Veterans Day Remembrance

Seth — Fri, 11 Nov 2011 19:55:46 +0000

Joseph Papak was a carpenter, my great uncle, and the only natural-born gardener I ever met. A railroad track ran alongside the duplex he and my Aunt Sue shared with my dad’s family in Monongahela, Pa., and Uncle Joe claimed the strip of rocky soil across the track for his garden. Polio forced him to walk with a cane as long as I knew him, but he scaled the gravel rise along the tracks, “just threw seeds on the ground,” and raised everything without fail. Broccoli, strawberries, corn, massive sunflowers lighting the entrance to the driveway, all in the constant gray of southwestern Pennsylvania.