That was a fine song.
Guest post by Big Bastard Bad Bald.
Maybe it’s Show a Bastard Some Love Day.
Could be, could be. Ever since Riddled have brought their time machine on-line, I haven’t been able to keep track of holidays.
I like his hair. If I get a little more white in mine, I may go for that hairstyle.
I’ve got it!
well, then fuck that. Now I hate that hairstyle.
As long as I’m trolling the bloggerhood, here’s a question for the stuck-up food snots chefs among you:
I usually make some jambalaya for the Stupor Bowl, in the assumption that you can’t just drink your way through it (an assumption I do NOT concede). I have a pretty good assembly evolved through teh years, but am not against making further incremental improvements.
So, if I was to do something different along these lines, what does anyone suggest?
[OK, it’s really just mikey-bait, but at least he’ll talk about something besides the Fucking 49ers]
It must be challenging for big architect paws to make jambalaya… 🙂 Sorry, I could not resist. The bats had their way with me and nothing is left. No filter, no manners, not even a fuck can be given.
So, standard operating parameters then?
I’ve never made Jambalaya, and to be perfectly honest, I’ve never eaten home-made jambalaya that didn’t suck canal water. I’ve had some pretty good Jambalaya in restaurants, but people seem to lack the appropriate gear, sensibilities, patience or spices. It’s like a lot of homemade Dal – not necessarily BAD, you understand, just WRONG. My recommendation would be to do Gumbo instead. But hoo nose? Maybe your jambalaya is the exception to this experience.
I like to make some fairly hot chili and wrap in in puff pastry and bake ’em off at halftime. Then, when everybody’s starting to get drunk and hostile, bring out a big bowl with some tadziki or saita dipping sauce and peace reigns.
Plus, it’s hard to think that Flacco has some kinda destiny thing going this year – that seems to be the Kaepernick trick, Dick. Just sick.
Time for more Rum. I’ll be back…
Something magic about hot food and cucumber, yogurt and cilantro.
Now, about that rum…
should I add rum?
To your tadziki? Gonna say no. But maybe to your Jambalaya. I’ll leave that to your expert discretion…
Well, I added rum to the zombie. I am not sure of the results….
my jambalaya is better than most I’ve had in restaurants.
Then I want a fedex in dry ice. ‘Cause that would be awesome…
I’d be frightened. I doubt it would live up to your standards, and I would not be able to withstand your sure-to-be scathing review.
i’m not putting Kaepernickle in my Jamabalya.
No. Tattoo ink is NOT the same as squid ink…
he DOES have quite a bit of ink for a Milwaukee boy….
Really, Zombie? I know you’re a sucker for adding to your music library, but for fuck’s sake you’ve gotten along without Rumors since you let that crappy low-fi pre-recorded cassette melt in your old car. And now you feel the compulsion to download the 3-disc remastered version?
I’ve lost all respect for you, Zombie.
-signed, Billy pilgrim.
Shut up, BP, what the fuck are you doing here?
Besides, I also downloaded the three compilations, 63 tracks, of rare and unreleased Harry Nilsson songs from that Love of Harry site that Silentmike referred to.
NOW GET BACK IN THE HOLE!!
Nothing gets by me.
ZRM won’t say it, but you are right: Patience is part of the key. It usually takes that lazy fucker most of the day to get it together. doesn’t help that he starts drinking when he starts cooking. Most of the mid-preparation extra-domicile trips are excuses to get more wine.
Also, it is very advantageous to live in a town that KNOWS from sausage. Good, spiced sausage is critical.
oops, better get going. Fucking zombie is bringing out the taser.
FUCKING UNSTUCK-IN-TIME MOTHERFUCKER!@!!!!
[ZAP] OW!!!! [ZAP] OWWWW!!!!!!!
what a remarkable performance.
zombie rotten mcdonald said…
wait. There’s a particularly hip part of the Midwest?
10:44 AM EST
Columbus, except I haven’t been there in a month and a half.
I wonder if my stuff still is?
Nah. But your stuff was kind of lame. I didn’t need a winetop.
My stuff is totally lame. But make no mistake – it’s MY stuff.
And I’ll fight you into the dirt for it.
And I’ll feel bad when I’m burying you, because my lame-ass shit really wasn’t worth your life..
Wattaya, nuts? It’s STUFF.
A few years back, we had someone break into our house. they stole some video cameras, some minor jewelry. Not much else.
We replaced the glass in the front door with very pretty reeded glass, upgraded our cameras, and I was able to buy jewelry for Wife Sublime for a few more years (believe me, after a decade or two you start running out of ideas).
So you’re either doing that ‘fantasizing about killing someone” thing that La Pierre was whining about, or have a death wish. Dood.
what, you couldn’t answer me at Riley’s?
Nobody there would care, would they?
They don’t know that I live in Columbus, ostensibly.
Also, they wouldn’t care.
P.S. Doghouse does a better job of displaying no sign of reading his comments, ever, than any blogger I know.
you’re right about that, although I think driftglass gives him a run for his money.
In contrast, I seem to be unable to resist replying to EVERY comment.
Jesus fukaroley, if I used THAT as a metric, I would never comment ANYWHERE.
I saw a teevee show about steam power yesterday. So I was thinking (I know, it gives me a headache) in a post-apocalyptic scenario, thinking Mad Max n shit here, preppers and zombies, why wouldn’t you just build a big nasty-ass steam powered vehicle? Firewood, charcoal and water. Pistons and some kind of constant-speed gear system. One smart designer and a dood that could work metal without an arc welder could make it happen..
there were such, prior to the IC engine. They were…cumbersome. But yes, you did not need refinement facilities.
I got the impression that a decent horse would outperform it.
On the teevee show they had that Leno dood who apparently has, like, a billion cars, including some of those early steam powered ones. So he took one for a drive for them to film. It took some time (how much wasn’t clear) to get steam pressure up (it used a gas burner rather than wood or coal, so it wasn’t as long as it would be in MadMaxville) but then it went up to seventy miles an hour. So, yeah, a horse would be better over terrain, but as long as you had some kind of road the steam power would cover MUCH more country…
Seriously, McArdle linked to some guy who figured that post-apocalypse (or post-refineries) everybody’d be on bicycles, assuming the roads were still passable. Made sense to me, but it isn’t a great visual.
Also, a couple of years back, some dood broke into my office. Actually, into all the offices in my building (small building) obviously the entry was not very hardened. I came into the office on a Sunday, noted the damage and made a note to call insurance on Monday. while I was working, dood came back. I heard him fiddling with the lock to get in, then walked out into the main office and yelled “HEY” at him.
He panicked and scampered. I called 911 and re-locked the door. Police showed up minutes later, cleared the building.
I eventually came down from the adrenaline high, and then blogged about it of course. One of the things the dood got in the first plunder was a camera my parents gave me for Christmas one year. And still, some concern troll jerkwad rambled through and told me I was a bad person for not just giving Dood all my stuff, because he was ‘probably’ in dire straits.
In any case, no guns or deaths were necessary. It may hve been before I was zombie.
A zombie “HEY” is powerful.
So lemme get this straight. You spend untold years and hours of your life learning to beat the stuffing out of folks with that fancy-dan chop suey shit and a dood BREAKS INTO YOUR OFFICE and you…yelled at him. Somebody’s gotta revoke your American Card. Here, young zombie, we prefer to resolve these matters with violence.
dood didn’t let me get that close. so a kihap was all it took to make him scamper.
So look out, now I have a new word – kihap. The fact that it looks a little like ‘kidnap’ and sounds a little like a hiccup ought to be good for endless guffaws.
But the important thing I learned just now is that Wikianswers page is sponsored by Post-It notes. Something weird about Post-It notes advertising on the computer. Alton Brown has this annoying habit of writing something on a post it note, sticking on his computer screen, taking a picture of it and tweeting the picture. But beyond that, I have an open source sticky note program on all my computers, because they are very useful, but they tend to obviate the need for actual atom-based sticky notes.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go kihap at the kids playing on my lawn…
Sorry I’m so late to the game- needed to see the sun after a stretch of graveyard shifts, so I drove north to see some eagles. Saw one at Croton Point Park, pretty far away over the mighty Hudson, though.
Robyn’s the best. This new song is great, and I absolutely love the “seisún” feel of this recording.
I have loved Robyn since “I wish I was a Pretty Girl”
You are a very pretty girl.
But my ma won’t admit it – if I say I am I get it…
I’ve seen driftglass in his own comment section, common-tatin’.
Meh. I liked “I’m Dog” from a couple posts back better.
Oregon Beer Dog.
Indeed. That video does make me want to attach my GoPro to my dog when I take her trail running this weekend. Just gotta figure out how best to attach it to her collar.
Ah, I now see that not-so-clever nym changes get moderated. I haz a sad.
first comment is always moderated.
the avatar stays the same, though, so you aren’t fooling anyone.
Help me out here. Why?
And I can nearly always be relied on to click the wrong “reply” link. I’m an idiot.
Jennifer will be along presently to inform you that you are commenting incorrectly. She might even break out the Explaining Voice.
I heard that…
I learned from the master.
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