It is rather interesting, Dear Reader, that when I have more time to write on the weekends, I spend less time writing. I know, I know: this isn’t very fashionable at all. Instead of poems, I was thinking about The Hotness That Is Tom Colicchio this weekend. Colicchio being, of course, the head judge for Top Chef, a most fabulous and fashionable reality television show. So I decided to blend The Hotness That Is with the poem.
I Consider Tom Colicchio
Tom [I'll be late for dinner tonight, okay?]
April 20, 2008 at 11:45 pm |
I love both Tom and this poem.
April 21, 2008 at 6:35 am |
Tom?!
E-iwwww.
As I read, I will input anothers name where Tom’s is!
April 21, 2008 at 7:56 am |
The jaw thing is nice…the ‘jawbone of an ass’ battle if, I think, the subject of one of the least felicitous synecdoches in literary history–Milton writes that Samson “felled a thousand foreskins.”
April 21, 2008 at 10:22 am |
I am glad you love both Tom and this poem, Emma! Tom is most certainly The Most Fabulous (except during the Top Chef episode last week, in which he wore football fan garb. This did not become him. Tom, please stick to suits and chef’s outfits.).
K.: Do not deny The Hotness That Is Tom.
April 21, 2008 at 10:39 am |
Roy! Milton wanted Samson to be a really busy man — ha! I wanted more biblical references in poem (I mean — we’re talking about Tom Colicchio here!), but I felt that last night would have been a Night of the Research and not a Night of the Poem, because I am famous for getting lost in research, and I would have, had I opened the book on biblical references.
April 21, 2008 at 12:37 pm |
you could aruge that by not writing when you have more time “you work better under pressure” like your poetry is some kind of resume.
does any of that make sense? i’m high on way too much cold medicine.
April 21, 2008 at 2:10 pm |
Jessie, I can’t decide if it’s worse to feel miserably exhausted because of allergies or feel two millimeters above reality because of allergy medication. So I feel you!
Yes, I like that. I work better under pressure. Yes, yes. Thanks very much, Jessie!
April 21, 2008 at 6:49 pm |
Yes. Tom. Please. Honestly.
April 21, 2008 at 8:02 pm |
Agreed. Yes yes yes yes yes. More Tom, please. More Tom forever. Who’s printing out this poem and taping it onto the wall in her office? Oh, Viv is. Viv. IS.
April 21, 2008 at 9:18 pm |
Tom. Eiw. Give me Sam! Give me Sam~!