Author Archive | Alison Rosen

What the cluck

By Alison Rosen on October 21, 2007 in Uncategorized

Not asking for it

I have a PETA calendar hanging in my kitchen which, to be honest, has less to do with my feelings about PETA than my needing a free calendar. On each day it lists an animal rights landmark, like 50 muskrats liberated or taunting geckos outlawed. On October 18, “a chicken-roping contest was canceled, 2004.” But I keep thinking it says “chicken-raping.” Each time I see it, even though I’ve now seen it a number of times, I misread it. For nearly one month I’ve been having the exact same series of thoughts upon seeing this calendar: “Chicken-raping contest canceled. Wow, chicken-raping? A contest? There really are some sick people in this world. it’s a good thing PETA got that canceled. I can get behind that… oh wait, chicken-roping!”

Showing off my acting chops

By Alison Rosen on October 17, 2007 in body language, photos from TV, Red Eye

Get this, people: my vision is 20/20 and I wasn’t really talking to Rupert! I was pretending!

Body Language segment 10/16/07

By Alison Rosen on October 17, 2007 in body language, Red Eye

I just put up a post on the TONYblog

By Alison Rosen on October 16, 2007 in TONYblog

It’s a You Gonna Eat That… You’re so all about reading it right now!

clips of me on Red Eye 10-11-07

By Alison Rosen on October 16, 2007 in Red Eye

The technical term is musophobia

By Alison Rosen on October 15, 2007 in mousewatch

Caters to the modern mouse.

If you’re looking for a delightful place to go with ample seating, delicious food and mice scurrying around the patio, I recommend The Maritime Hotel. I was just there and while those in my party were of a more “Hey, it’s New York, they’re everywhere” kind of mindset, I’m of a more “holy crap, there’s mice here they’re going to crawl up my leg and then attack me even though that doesn’t make sense in any way, hence the term ‘phobia'” mindset. Incidentally, one of the guys in my party recently moved here from Chicago, so what does he really know when it comes to this city and our rodents? He knows about wind and pizza. And the White Sox. (Just kidding, Chicago! I’m sure you’re a lovely city!)