Saturday Night Social: Let's Watch Kyle MacLachlan Do His Best Catherine O'Hara

Schitt’s Creek and maple syrup are proof that Canada loves us and wants us to be happy, and the season one fruit wine commercial staring Catherine O’Hara as Moira Rose is the show at its most perfect.


Now Buzzfeed’s morning show, AM2DM, is getting celebrities to give it their best Moira in the “Fruit Wine Challenge” by recreating the commercial that makes me bizarrely crave shitty farmer’s market wine. Here’s Kyle MacLachlan’s take:

Pretty good, Agent Cooper, but not as good as O’Hara’s co-star, Annie Murphy:

And certainly nothing to rival the queen herself:

I love fruit wine every bit as much as Moira Rose loves fruit wine, but I don’t love anything as much as I love Moira Rose.


How did your week go? As lovely as the lea of a picturesque ridge?


Pumpkin Andy is Orange

Hey everyone! I’m so glad to be SNS-ing tonight because I’m alive, and home from a week in a local hospital’s ICU! Things looked grim a week ago, when the doctor in the ER thought that I had had not one but two heart attacks, and in any event, I was in heart failure. Right??? Terrifying!

So, after a week of every possible body part having been scanned or otherwise imaged, tons of labs, and a cardiac catheterization, during which I kept thinking about all the cheese I eat and fretted that everyone was going to see a heart blocked up with Muenster, I got diagnosed with an actual rare condition that, with some help from beta blockers and other stuff, should fix itself. The precipitating event, for this is stress related, was the damage done to my body by a very terrible stomach virus. The condition presents as heart attack and heart failure, but it’s not. It damages the heart, but usually not permanently.

Anyway, I’m home! I’ve gone from swimming/running every night for decades, to barely able to walk the length of my apartment. Steps are too much right now. I’ve got some work ahead of me, and I don’t know when I’ll be able to go back to my actual job. One day at a time. I survived this, and was strong strong strong during a scary week in Intensive Care. No panic, no crying, even when nobody could figure out what the heck was wrong with me. I made it through. And I’m looking forward to telling toxic family members that I can handle no stress, ever again, in any form. (Read between the lines, Mom and the rest of y’all enablers/enforcers) Cheers, kitties! One last thought: the superstars of my stay were the incredible nurses who went above and beyond in making me comfortable, cared for, and heard. And I was in two separate hospitals last week, and the staff was amazing in both. Humbled and blessed, for sure.