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I feel another cookie disaster coming on

By Alison Rosen on December 18, 2009 in Uncategorized

As you all know, there was a disastrous attempt to make Christmas mice cookies. Well I’m now in California, where the air is thankfully not thick with the shame of floppy cookies, and so I’m thinking I’ll attempt the starchy rodents once more for a party I’m attending on Sunday.

At least, that’s what I was thinking and then I started poking around the internet looking for a good recipe and shit howdy, the world of Christmas mice is complicated and multilayered and it’s possible I’ve stumbled on some kind of secret society. I mean, first of all, there’s a fundamental divide in the world of Christmas mice because there are the cookie mice but then there are these candy-cookie-mice things.

They’re made with a chocolate dipped cherry and a chocolate kiss. Should I go this route?

Here’s the alternative, or something a little closer to it: (more…)

Announcements!

By Alison Rosen on December 16, 2009 in dustin, Ustream

I have important announcements.

Tonight is my Ustream show. Please tune in because it’s going to be the most fun EVER. Seriously. Like more fun than whatever else you were thinking of doing. There’s going to be a trivia portion. For real. TRIVIA! And quite possibly an appearance from Dustin who will be drunk and wearing an ugly sweater, having just come from an ugly sweater party. That’s not a definite though. RSVP for that hot action here.

And January 7th I’ll be on Red Eye. No need to RSVP. Just watch.

In other news I’m feeling a little less than breezy and delightful of late and I’m not sure what the hell that is about. Is it the time of year? The short days? I just don’t know. Perhaps it’s the lack of proximity to puppies in my life. I need to let more puppies into my heart. And fewer cookies into my pants.

Granted I don’t just put the cookies straight into my pants. I first put them in a plastic bag and then in my pants. And also I line the tops of my jeans with muffin tops. I’m very literal that way.

Tomorrow I fly to California again. Wasn’t I just there? Pretty much, yes.

Photos: CA, NYC, Hannity

By Alison Rosen on December 15, 2009 in dogs, dogs that dance, orange county, parents being all parenty, photos, photos from TV, Uncategorized

There are loads of photos that have been sitting on my phone or computer that I’ve been meaning to put on this blog and I think the time is now.

Here’s my mom and Tobey from when I was in California for Thanksgiving. Isn’t he cute? There is only one answer.

Here’s the beach. Isn’t it beachy? There is only one answer. (more…)

Yes, fine, I won ANOTHER award.

By Alison Rosen on December 14, 2009 in mousewatch, name dropping, natali del conte, photos, Red Eye, The Strategy Room, weird food

Cookie party prize winners (L to R: Natali, honorable mention for her snickerdoodles; Jill, best looking for her ice cream cookie sandwiches; Seven, most creative for her cookie hamburgers; Ann, best tasting for her peanut butter cookies; me, tackiest for my sugar cookie disasters)

Over the weekend I won another award. I swear to God you guys, the accolades are coming fast and furious which is just the risk you take when you’re extraordinarily gifted, I suppose. (more…)

My life with the paparazzi

By Alison Rosen on December 13, 2009 in dustin, photos

Like most of you, I enjoy going out with my friends and making a night of it on occasion, but it’s becoming increasingly hard with the paparazzi always up in my business. For example, on Thursday night at Obliterati, which is a party for new media or some such, I could barely make a move without someone trying to get a shot.

Here I am just trying to have a conversation. A P-R-I-V-A-T-E conversation. I guess that means nothing to them!

And then here I am apparently talking about something I’m holding in my hand as indicated by the mirror which obviously they’d placed there to better keep an eye on me. God, their shifty resourcefulness knows no bounds!

And then here I am checking myself out in the mirror while Dustin (little arrow) says something. Not exactly a Hollywood moment but anything to feed the public’s insatiable thirst for celebrity, I suppose. It really turns my stomach that we, as a culture, have allowed this to happen.