Two things I'm obsessed with but shouldn't be:

ONE. Kanye West. I'm sorry. I cannot ignore this man. And much as I try to dislike him, he just keeps pleasing and wowing me more and more (TWSS). I tried to dismiss his new album as a shitty rehash of Chris Brown/ Akon electric-esque sound flows, but it's so innovative. And even Gawker loves his new ideas. WTF, mate??? Anyway, I just redownloaded some of my faves from the College Dropout, and here's what I consider the best, catchiest vid from Kanye. It reminds me of Paris and spending 35 euro on a concert to get faced on kir and party in a shady part of the City of Lights and hitchhike home during a transit strike. Vive la France, mesdames et messieurs.



TWO. Bandit wine. I stopped by The Bottle Shoppe on Sunday and dropped $30. $20 was on a pretentious, shitty zinfandel that tasted like fermented syrup before it had the chance to make it to a priest's communion inventory. $9, however, was on my new best friend, the undiscovered grail of happiness, Bandit. It comes in a BOX (not like Franzia though - shit son, this aint your mother's basement!) and leads you to believe that you can and should be able to drink it in like 3 minutes. Well, you can. But you shouldn't (well, on a week night by yourself). Welcome to the adult's answer to Juicy Juice. Apparently these little wonders hold 133% the amount of vino an average bottle of wine can. And therefore get you tanked. Also, they're delicious (another bonus: they're totally green!). Buy it. Makes for a right class Thanksgiving. And guess what the first thing is that I'm bringing to the opening of HBO's 2009 Bryant Park Film Festival. YUM.