Amy Poehler is really not doing much to discourage my desire to kidnap her children and raise them as my own. Archie and, squeeeee, Abel (my favorite, if I’m being honest) sound do frickin’ adorable! And it sounds like Amy is an awesome mom and all signs indicate that she and, sigh, Will Arnett are handling their recent split with maturity and grace.
I woke up last Sunday morning — well, I don’t know that I was truly awake, but at least I wasn’t in bed any more — and stumbled to the kitchen for a giant glass of water with which to defuzz my thoroughly whiskey-fied mouth. In my hangover haze, I glanced across the living room to the coffee table, which held two empty glasses and a piece of old mail with my late-night scrawl on the back. It was a playlist.
We’d started with Darius Rucker’s new single, “True Believers,” because Patrick and I are true believers in pop country music. Now we are, anyways — I used to have more than a little detached irony mixed in with my Kenny Chesney appreciation, but that’s long since disappeared over the years of my relationship with Patrick, whose genuine love for the genre is both charming and contagious.
It’s becoming something of a tradition for the two of us: we spend a Saturday evening hanging out at the bar with a group of Austin feminists and allies that meet monthly to shore up our belief in the world being a livable place, and then we come home, drink whiskey on the rocks and watch music videos for hours. We sing along. We dance with each other. We trade stories about where we were when this or that song was popular. We debate the musical merits of the Zack Brown Band as musical successor to Jimmy Buffet. Keep reading »
Amy Poeher, comedy goddess that she is, can’t not say funny stuff at all times. During a recent talk at the 92nd Street Y, Poehler answered a few questions from Tumblr users, like “What makes Will Arnett cry?” and “What’s the first time you remember making people laugh?” Also, Poehler recommends we all make out to the new Usher song “Climax,” which she guarantees will be a future strlp club hit. No doubt.
When I see a photo of Abel Arnett, the adorrrrrable son of Amy Poehler and Will Arnett, all I can think of is that scene from “So I Married An Axe Murderer,” where Mike Myers plays the old Scottish dad. “I’m not kidding, it’s like an orange on a toothpick. That’s a huge noggin. That’s a virtual planetoid. Has it’s own weather system. Heeeeed, moooooooooove! I’m not kidding, that boy’s head is like Sputnik; spherical but quite pointy at parts!” I don’t mean this in a negative way of course; Abel is just a big ol’ ginger Benjamin Button baby and I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.