In which protein wisdom responds to Maureen Dowd, whose aged bleached squeakhole is in quite a pucker. Writes Dowd, of the Tea Party types who just refuse to let alone the self-appointed elites so that they can rule us like God Nietzsche intended:
They were like cannibals, eating their own party and leaders alive. They were like vampires, draining the country’s reputation, credit rating and compassion. They were like zombies, relentlessly and mindlessly coming back again and again to assault their unnerved victims, Boehner and President Obama. They were like the metallic beasts in “Alien” flashing mouths of teeth inside other mouths of teeth, bursting out of Boehner’s stomach every time he came to a bouquet of microphones. (Conjuring that last image on Monday, Vladimir Putin described America as “a parasite.”)
— to which I offer this rejoinder: when you’re a frightened cooter, the whole world looks like an angry cock.
Besides which, the country’s reputation, credit rating, and compassion have long since been drained by the leftist intelligentsia, who, by appointing themselves the putatively rightful distributor of other people’s property and liberty, have left in their wake the husk of a once strong body politic, and an America in which nearly half the citizens pay nothing in federal taxes, so dependent have they become of the institutionalized theft that those who Dowd champions has granted themselves. And Dowd lives off that patronage, attached to its bloated belly, equally dependent, equally willing to destroy and enslave and tell herself she’s a defender of the very people she so obviously despises in order to keep her place to feed.
When the reckoning comes, Maureen, people are going to remember who tried to keep them enslaved — and who it was who worked tirelessly to dehumanize those who dared fight back. And it’s at that point you should start worrying about our fangs, dearie.
And the acid we have for blood.
“The Obama presidency has reduced the liberal left to an apoplectic rage. His Ivy League credentials, superior attitude, pseudointellectual mien and facile adherence to lefty ideology make him the perfect personification of the liberal elite. Thus far at least, he has been an utter failure both at winning public support and at managing the affairs of the nation.
Obama’s failure is the failure of the liberal elite, and that is why their ressentiment has reached such intensity. Their ideas, such as they are, are being put to a real-world test and found severely wanting. As a result, their authority is collapsing. And if there is one thing they know deep in their bones, it is that they are entitled to that authority. They lash out, desperately and pathetically, because they have nothing to offer but fear and anger.”
-James Taranto
Now that you mention it, Maureen Dowd did star in that famous ’50s B-movie “I Was A Teenage Vampire Zombie Cannibal From Outer Space — in PROGRESS-O-RAMA“
Rush is hitting this note right now, stressing the stupidity of the left. We can all see it, and as we all begin to talk about it, ruminate over it, discover it everywhere we look (Pablo cites the fertilizer controls, another example of it), this ball will roll downhill, gathering speed until the progressive left annihilates itself. We are witnessing the ridiculous feedback loop Hayek once wrote about.
#ObamaBirthdayPartyGames
Apologize For Capturing The Flag
Duck, Duck, Bush
Debt, Debt, Cooked Goose
Spin the Biden
Unfollow the Leader
Pin the Tax on the Wealthy
Tug of Kinetic Military Action
Ballooning Unemployment Rate Animals
Ethical Limbo: “How Low Can You Go?”
Kick The Can To The Next Generation … Or Three
Just two years ago, we were old, fat, white, stupid racists and they hated what we were doing outside the Capitol. Today, we’re monsters devouring everything they hold dear, and they hate what we’re doing inside the Capitol. That’s progress, my friends.
Putin wasn’t talking about the Tea Party, Mrs. Robinson.
Insty linked to a CSM piece on Tea Party influence in the recent battle. The article strikes a tone that I appreciate. There are good quotes from some Tea Party organizers hitting back at those who call us “terrorists.” There’s a sketchy but mostly fair (IMHO) analysis of the limits of Tea Party influence, tempered with the observation that America is increasing unwilling to see taxes and debt expand.
There’s some polling data in there that I think is mighty thin, but that’s been par for the course this week, as it seems every pollster is trying to get the results they want. I mean, giving people a choice between {All Cuts/All Taxes/Some of Each}, is it relevant at all that most people go with the wishy-washy option? Similarly, I don’t value any of the recent results on the performance of various parts of Congress. They all sucked the big one this time, and there’s just no comparative advantage to be found between them right now.
Bottom line for me is that we may have lost this battle, but we’re not going away. Let Joe and Mo whine all they want. Personally, I draw both satisfaction and motivation from their name-calling. To return to a metaphor from earlier: ObamaCare was Pearl Harbor, and this deal was the fall of Corregidor. We may have to retreat and regroup, but we shall return.
Indeed. The meaning of the loss draws all the more clearly the meaning of the goal. So the intensity to get to that goal will grow concomitantly.
I think I lost 5 IQ points just from reading that incoherent mess. We need to save that one for the Dowd Hall of Fame.
One passage that was slightly better than the rest:
I’m not going to give MoDo credit for doing it on purpose, but it’s a neat bait-and-switch. There’s an admission buried in there: government power is a monster, and it’s been identified as such for over 40 years. But this admission is immediately countered by the Marilyn Monroe quote, in this case leaving the reader with the impression that the government monster isn’t really anything to be feared.
It’s a really clever move, which is why I’m positive that MoDo stumbled on it by accident.
re: ObamaBirthdayPartyGames
Take A Stick To The Economic Pinata, Then Grab Those Goodies.
I’ve been wondering without result what the hell is up with the Falling Skies monsters in this regard. Once I thought maybe they were going to turn out to be the Taliban or al Qaedists, but couldn’t support it so gave it up. Still, I’m waiting for the punch-line. Do they turn out to be the Tea Party? It is set in Boston after all.
Memo
To: Maureen Dowd
From: Cannibal
WomenRepublicans in the Avocado Jungle of DeathBOO!
Who let the armadillo out?!?
Pablo (or anyone else in the N.E. AOR),
Lady Danger and I are heading up 95 towards Maine lookin to feast on some spiny sea creature (lobster not zombie Ted Kennedy;-).
Got any recommendations?
[…] run across all that — along with intelligent, scholarly analysis — in a single post would have to be Jeff’s. Myself, I can’t decide whether it all adds up to a nightmare, or a […]
dicentra
I don’t think Obama will allow any games at his party — someone might win and that would be unfair to everyone else.
might be a “fun” party
UNION MEMBERS OUTRAGED After White House Hires Non-Union Crew For Obama’s Birthday Bash
Let me guess without looking? IATSE? The set designers, builders and decorators? (This is my wife’s union btw.)
OK, normally I’m just a lurker but that line is “holy crap get me some oxygen” funny.
You want a good quote Squid? I’ll give ya a good quote.
“Go fuck yourself”. Now that’s a good quote. Concise.
Heh. Does the NYT print one sentence op/eds? You should send them this one:
“The country’s reputation, credit rating, and compassion have long since been drained by the leftist intelligentsia, who, by appointing themselves the putatively rightful distributor of other people’s property and liberty, have left in their wake the husk of a once strong body politic, and an America in which nearly half the citizens pay nothing in federal taxes, so dependent have they become of the institutionalized theft that those who Dowd champions has granted themselves.”
Too true :(.
Hiring non-union workers in Chicago?!?!?! How in the hell does he think he can gt away with that?!
I’m pleased that His Oneness is not paying as much as he could for the Royal Fête, as I’m sure the price would double with union
thug wastrelsworkers.Of course, if this is a fixed budget event, he may have had to cut costs somewhere. If it came down to hiring some of his good union pals or getting lobster-stuffed Wagyu tenderloin and Almas caviar with white truffle oil on the menu, you know which direction the O! would go.
When I posted this comment on MoDo’s article at dark-thirty this morning, there were zero comments in the cue. I’ve just been informed that it’s published, buried at #377.
I used to try to stay at a non-union hotel in downtown Chicago that Barcky used to walk a picket line at. Happy feet did too.
FAA this time.
The Democrat’s projection mania continues apace.
I guess Reid and Schumer forgot that the Senate never managed to even vote on a bill for this.
Which one was that, JD?
The Congress, right across from Millenium Plaza.
http://www.congresshotelstrike.info/
He is such a douchenozzle.
I’ll stay there again some day it’s right by grant park and there’s a noodles and co you can walk to
Ahhh.
Sorta funny, that didn’t ring a bell with me so I checked out Google Maps. Turns out it’s the one that has a giant Congress Hotel sign above it.
I guess I didn’t look up all that often.
Google says there’s also a Harold’s chicken within a couple blocks. They put hot sauce on your white bread there and they have grape Nehi.
If our country had any respect left for itself, the citizenry would put Chuck Schumer in stocks and then publicly pelt him with cod-based lutefisk.
Lutefisk itself sorta deserves to be put in stocks and have Chuck Schumers chucked at it.
“publicly pelt him with cod-based lutefisk.”
that be terrorist talk
Harold’s sounds like a good choice for dinner for tonight but I don’t have me one
Talk like that is quickest way to get yourself fucked by a viking, bh.
you can eat some now
you can eat some later
Lutefisk with ponzu, cilantro, and jalapeño sounds good.
The second quickest way is to get rid of your veteran offensive linemen.
Bh hearts Vikings, especially the big burly ones.
http://cdn.bleacherreport.net/images_root/slideshows/665/slideshow_66533/display_image.jpg?x=915454
Heh.
On the plus side, I have a feeling this guy is gonna get the ball quite a bit if those silly Vikings get in a rapey mood.
Somebody lookin’ to go for a ride on my dragonship?
I sooo want to sockpuppet as Donovan McNabb right now!
Don’t. It took me three days to get out of the funk that announcement put me in.
Don’t worry, we’re all gonna be in a funk when it turns out that the Lions are the best team in the NFC North this year.
Yeah. Of you can’t beat the Lions, who can you beat.
Y’know, I was really hoping that this season might be the season that the Bears could do to Peyton what they did to his daddy. Oh well. Maybe in three or four more seasons.
That is not as wild of a prediction as you might think.
finely is a fucking freak.
Oh yeah, I’m serious about that, JD. All comes down to Stafford I guess but they have talent coming out of every orifice in Detroit.
We get all the old quarterbacks sooner or later.
How Montana ended up in Kansas City, I’ll never understand.
Lucky for us Detroit doesn’t know how to win, then.
Maybe this year they’ll learn.
I’m afraid they’ll figure out how to give every quarterback they face two concussions a game.
Yeah, I think someone in the Vikings’ management actively hates their fans. Going from Favre to McNabb seems like some sort of sick joke.
On the plus side (maybe) It means the Frasier era will soon be over.
Danger, frou-frou dining or down home goodness?
Ooof, man, I forgot about your coach.
You’re sorta in the Lions Barry Sanders years, I guess. Peterson is always fun to watch anyways.
I think Joe Webb is fun to watch too.
But that would have meant committing to the wild cat.
Stalin’s political-psychology lives:
Detroit should scare the hell out of the entire NFC.
Is that the Bashir interview, sdferr?
Yep
I can’t believe I found the only right wing blog where people care more about the NFL than the real sport of college football. I’m more flyover than all you fags.
@59 here’s ed driscoll quoting lib fascism
Fast Times at Frankfurt School High
McNabb is the Viking’s quarterback?
Jeez Louise. Are we going to become the last stop for again quarterbacks now?
“I’m more flyover than all you fags.”
yes let’s talk hofstra football
Abe, who has a sausage for an avatar, is calling us fags. How droll.
I have 8 tickets to the inaugural Big Ten Championship game. Top that, Abe.
Abigail Spencer on Suits tomorrow.
I’m the mostest flyover of all I was nostalgic for Sonic cherry lime-aid today and I googled to see who was in that new Footloose movie and I bonded with the AT&T worker dude about ratchets and I lost a hub cab and I’m really not in a hurry to get a new one
little pink houses for you and me
Little pink houses lyrics originated near me. And I share the cherry limeade inclination.
this is true plus you have your own corn all I have is my mint what carin gave me
and even that have to share with the stupid whiteflies
To tell the truth, they don’t even fly over us. Maybe when they’re filming something in Canada but that’s probably it.
geez, I need a little brain bleach, guys. Been sitting with some True Believer Obamabots for 2 hours in celebration of Barry’s 50th.
Currently getting the raw video off my Vado of Obama’s LIVE WEB CONFERENCE!!1! Woot!!
Kick me, but that man loves to hear his own voice … almost 20 minutes of blathering and he took a total of 3 questions from the minions.
…crimeny…
Oh, I have one. I was at the first night game at Camp Randall.
You should never do things like that sober, D.
bh
I had to be cold sober to keep up the grinning and nodding … yowzer
Heh.
baracky’s natural state of unemployment would do him good
Sweet! Good soldiering, Darleen. Let’s get you an extra martini in your rations.
Suggested headline, “CITIZEN JOURNALIST captures footage of Obama’s GAY PORN COCK OF LIES.”
I’m thinking maybe a full bottle of gin, Pablo. And maybe one of those jars of fancy pearl onions.
yes let’s talk hofstra football
Rutgers, baby, Rutgers!
The rest of you are just jealous of the big fish mounted in my living room. I’m so more flyover than you are.
bh
I really like the garlic-stuffed olives … Bombay Sapphire and just wave the bottle of vermouth over it …
cod-slap schumer
for our own
good.
Or, if you’re feeling lazy, just the raw ingredients.
We could definitely drink martinis together.
But that would make it inedible!
…
…
Okaaay, even more inedible.
viz
I like vermouth in my martoonis…otherwise you’re just drinking Gin.
I prefer my Martinis like I prefer my women: dirty and on the rocks. (my wife assures me I’m not as funny as the booze tells me I am)
The rest of you are just jealous of the big fish mounted in my living room.
Ah, but do you even know what species of fish it is?
Smear it on him and dry over night. Should be an improvement.
Mine’s muskie.
Or just stuff Schumer in the barrel of lye until he reaches the consistency of lutefisk… Real lutefisk.
Does snot have a consistency? ‘Cause if you were to heat up a nice bowl of snot and put some butter and salt & pepper on it, it would be just like Grandpa’s lutefisk, except snot would smell better. Much better.
Muskellunge or the bastard tiger muskie?
Ah, but do you even know what species of fish it is?
Northern Pike and Walleye, thank you very much. Both caught in 1950 by A.X. Schmidt on the Upper Ottowa River. If you see anyone from the family at your feed store, tell em’ an antique store stole their fish.
Muskellunge, 50″ 30#
There’s a tiny hipster part of my brain that now wants to stuff a tiny little minnow and display it with that irony thing I keep hearing about.
What do you do when you boat a muskie, Geoff? I can’t imagine one can reach in for the lure and then gently release the bastard.
Go for it, bh.
So like a city kid, you paid for the fish somebody else caught, eh?
Not bad geoff.
I do have about three pounds of filleted rainbow trout in my freezer right now though. And I drink PBR sometimes just because it feels… well, right.
Which probably makes all you guys sorta gay or elitist or something.
Fags. Yeah, I’m going with fags.
I stopped gin martinis years ago. I drink dirty vodka martinis (with peppers instead of olives, though I use bottled olive juice mixed with the vodka and vermouth) all the time.
Usually after a couple pints of Guinness.
Years ago — I was little, that was a loooong time ago — the Sons of Norway in Williston, ND decided to charter a plane and go to Norway. They had such a blast that they invited a bunch of Norwegians — probably mostly shirt-tail relatives — to come to Williston the next year. In honor of their guests they threw a big lutefisk and meatball dinner at the Sons of Norway hall. The Norwegians were appalled. Nobody in Norway eats that crap anymore, they have refrigerators now.
Back before refrigeration, lutefisk was what you did with the fish at the fishmarket when it got a little too far gone to be called “fresh”, even by Norwegian standards. You chucked it in a barrel of lye to preserve it — kinda sorta — and the people who were too poor to afford fresh fish ate the resulting lutefisk. Which gives you a pretty good idea of the demographic that emigrated from Norway to North Dakota, they thought lutefisk was a treat. They eat it on special occasions. Of course they also live in North Dakota so perhaps not the brightest bulbs in the chandelier.
True story.
What kind of pepper, Jeff?
Is it actually sorta hot or is it just a flavor?
We used to keep a twenty-gauge for dealing with the occasional massive shark, but a baseball bat was perfect for the rarer moray to come aboard.
We used to use long nosed pliers, Abe. Gill it with one hand and then reach in.
Lemme guess, Swen. Not good enough to get into Nebraska?
Gill it with one hand and then reach in.
Try it without gloves!
So like a city kid, you paid for the fish somebody else caught, eh?
I’ve been paid back tenfold in the shrieks of liberal girlies who saw them when I used to have parties all the time. I release all the fish I catch, which is pretty easy since they’re typically trout between 5 and 15 inches.
Up in northern Wisco, churches still have lutefisk dinners all the time.
Abe, I was in a 10 foot flat bottom rowboat with another guy on a lake in Ontario that was accessible only by a 2 mile unmarked trek. The boat had been brought in in the winter when it was easier and left there for use. We were after bass. Had a trout net. Got the fish tired out and next to the boat I lifted his (actually her) head with my pole, other guy grabbed the tail. Heaved ’em into the bottom of the boat. I put both feet against the fish to hold it against the seat and rowed for shore. Then we hiked back to the car and drove to camp. Summer 1976. Fun times.
With muskie or pike you can reach down and try to grab the lure or get them by the gills — the fish will see your hand coming and bite you Big Time, trust me, I have scars, they have Really Big Sharp Pointy Teeth. Or.. You come at their head from above and behind, put your thumb in one eye socket and finger in the other and squeeze gently. You don’t have to do it hard, you don’t want to hurt them. This will immediately paralyze them so you can get them out of the net and remove the hook without losing a finger. Then either slip them overboard or put ’em on the stringer.
Fillet ’em, steam ’em, serve ’em with hot butter. Tastes like lobster except better.
Either one of those bright yellow hot bottled chilis, or a pepperoncini. And yes, I call it a pepperoncinitini.
I like it because olives are way more fattening, and when I used to drink 3 bleu cheese-stuffed olive martinis, it occurred to me I was adding another couple hundred calories in garnish.
You did that on a pole rigged for bass?
I am impressed.
No problem with the lure. Fell out when pressure was released.
Have you had Tomolives? Really, brings a whole new character to the drink. Quit pleasant.
Those that had family conections stayed in Minnesota. Nebraska was considered too hot. And the Canadians had higher standards for immigrants.
See, that there is fucked up. First of all, you don’t even put the vermouth in the same room as an open bottle of gin, or its contents. Second, olives are for vodka martinis. For gin martinis, you use a piece of lemon peel, twist it, rub the oils all over the inside of the glass, and then pour the gin in.
I know; sounds kind of namby-pamby, but olives actively clash with good gin. Garlic…ugh. They destroy all of the really nice aromatics. Lemon accents it. Vodka martinis you can throw in whatever you like. Garlic-stuffed olives, jalapeno-stuffed olives, vermouth, whatevs.
Bombay Sapphire is good stuff. If you’re feeling particularly flush, try the Tanqueray Ten. But Sapphire is plenty good for most purposes.
We were fishing lily pads and I knew there was the possibility of pike or even muskie since they were known to be in there. So had a short 6 inch steel leader and 20lb test mono.
I think you’ve eaten too much lutefisk if you can’t taste the difference between lobster and muskie, but I guess I’ll have to take your word for it.
“Danger, frou-frou dining or down home goodness?”
Pablo,
Down home goodness is how I usually roll. I found a place in Kennebunkport called Nunans Lobster Hut.
Good lobster, reasonable prices.
On another topic,
I’ll be heading down to NYC tomorrow and if you, zino3, abe froman or any of the other northeasteners want to get together transmit a message via the algorenet to dangerdaveoc at gmail dot com.
BJTex plans on coming up this weekend and Abe does the best bar crawl tour. He attracts all the big celebrities and a harem of NY class babes. (He says they’re all at least mostly female;)
Or at least that’s what my Grandma claimed. She was from Canada and Irish. So their standards weren’t that much higher!
And plenty of luck.
That was sort of the point of my “throw the raw ingredients at him” comment.
Danger,
You leave Florida just as I’m going down. You get lobster and and Abe pub crawl and I get Emily.
Have fun!
No problem with the lure. Fell out when pressure was released.
You lucky fucking bastard!
We were fishing lily pads …. [s]o had a short 6 inch leader and 20lb test mono.
crankbaits? Spoons? what?
I’m in FL, somewhere. Orlando, I think.
If you’re looking for straight up lobster, the good news is that if you can fuck up a lobster, you’re going out of business in a hurry. Any fool can cook one right. As you’re rolling up 95, you could certainly do a lot worse than this. If you’d like to explore the wonders of NE seafood and its various permutations…you’ll find a bunch of them there, but I could lead you in other directions as well. (Hint: we love frying that shit up, and we do it gloriously.) If you’re planning a Providence area pit stop, I could even show you around a bit, depending on your timing.
Spinner bait reeled fast.
Other guy was using a hula popper.
Resolved: I shall make a pepperoncinitini sometime this weekend, Jeff.
Slart, we probably couldn’t drink martinis together. Around here if you even mention the word aromatics outside of a secondary hop addition a musky comes and bites off your left pinky finger. Tragic, but that’s how it goes.
Yep, they have very hard mouths. Seems like most of the time when you catch one they either swallowed the hook or they were so voracious they had it in their mouth and wouldn’t let go even when you were hoisting them in the boat. In the later case, when you put “the claw” on them they usually just let go. (Remember The Crusher?)
We used to fly fish for Northerns in the spring when they spawned up the little cow creeks out of the Missouri. Used a stainless monofilament leader and a Muddler’s minnow or other hair-head minnow imitation. They don’t spawn until they get to about 6# or so and they go on up from there. When they’re spawning they’ll hit just about anything that crosses their path and they fight like hell. Good times. Broke a few rods.
Do you have enormous anthromorphic mice? Hawt filicide practitioners? That’s prolly Orlando.
A pepperoncinitini? Well, alrighty then! I just happen to have some cheap vodka and one of those CostCo 5-gallon jars of pepperoncinis. That I gotta try.
Slart.
Wife and I are flying into Orlando-Sanford. A friend who just “retired” from NASA is picking us up and we are staying in Cape Canaveral for the week.
Is that going on Sunday? I might could make that.
Very cool, geoff.
Tough luck geoff,
If it makes you feel any better I was staying at Disney World when the parks were closed for an approaching hurricane a few years ago.
You might even get the benefit of a big surf along the east coast if the storm stays on it’s current projected path. Just watch out for the rip-currents!
Wait… who’s the hot kid-killing Disney character, Pablo?
Do you have a bottle of mead handy, bitch? Ha!
All this talk about martinis just confirms my exalted flyover status. Googling Lutefisk probably worked against me, but at least I know what a Meat Raffle is. Even my Golden Gopher mother didn’t know about those.
Yea, slart, I’m afraid I’m a bit of a phillistine when it comes to my booze. Saphire is OK, as is Ten. Just not a fan of a twist, however…and sticking with my theory on vermouth…
I likes what I likes!
Lately I’ve been all about Whiskey and Applejack, anyway…goes better with my cowboy boots. Yeehaw!
Thanks Ernst. Now to bed so I can get stuff packed up tomorrow.
I actually have two different braggots and three different versions of homemade mead down in the basement.
That’s probably for the win, isn’t it?
Pablo,
I haven’t nailed down the date yet but I’ll see what everyone’s schedule allows and see what we can work out.
I’ll probably be in NYC through next Sunday (the 14th).
Ask about my assorted homebrews. I’m bragging now, aren’t I?
Up in NH we have a local meadery that does about a dozen or so varieties from very sweet to very dry. Fruity to traditional. I also brewed one of my own once….it was nice, came out slightly carbonated and had a dry, almost champagne finish.
I’m pretty sure I have mead to thank for an extra 5 pounds or so.
Not Disney, just Orlando. And if you have to ask, I have to ask if you’ve been living under a rock. That character is the reason that Headline News actually topped Fox in the ratings.
Hmm.. Not half bad! My mouth went numb after about three sips though and I’m betting my brain isn’t far behind. Then again it didn’t have far to go.
Brewing a drinkable bevy is something to brag about, bh.
I got pneumonia in Florida once. That’s what happens when the weather’s shitty down there but your pasty northern ass is determined to live la vida tropicale even though mother nature tells you to put on a sweater and shut the hell up.
That sounds like it puts you on my turf Monday. That works for me.
Where are you staying, Danger?
Bitch. I forgot you’re a brewer. Shit.
Ohhh. Okay, that chick.
I do sorta live under a rock though. Very little of this random human interest news actually makes it into my head.
Have they gotten sweet baby Jessica out of that well yet?
Still, I think that makes me not a fag. That and I like girls.
“I could even show you around a bit, depending on your timing.”
Don’t know what time we will pass through Providence yet (better half wants to look around here a bit tomorrow) but I’ll see if a pit stop is possible.
The nice thing about Rhode Island is that you can blow through it in 40 minutes or so.
And RI is not too far to the Mass. Casinos. If that’s your bag.
What about your assorted homebrews, bh?
I’ll have to admit the pepperoncinitini won’t be replacing my Turkey 101 any time soon. But it was an interesting change and I suspect some better quality vodka would help, but I only keep it around for mixing Texas tea and for mixing the occasional girly drinks, screwdrivers and such, when we have guests. My that pepperoncini had a bite though. I love them things.
Abe,
I might stay at the sea fairer again or possibly the soldiers and sailors club or the Savoy. (we’re waiting for the best offer cus that’s how we roll;).
This year my girls are all at camp so I’m a lot more flexible.
I had no idea that people lived in Rhode Island. I just thought Massachusetts people kept their boats there.
“you can blow through it in 40 minutes or so.”
Unless you are on I95, I’m gonna consider the alternates Mr. GPS offers on the return trip.
I got pneumonia in El Salvador and it was bitchin’ hot. I don’t think the bug cares much what the weather is when it bites you. It was a good one too, antobiotic resistant. Came home weighing 180#, six weeks later they let me out of the hospital at 137#. Looked like a concentration camp survivor. Damn near killed me and for awhile there I wished I could have died. And I was a strapping yout in my 20’s. Easy to understand how that kills old folks.
“I just thought Massachusetts people kept their boats there.”
I’ll bet Connecticutt people park their cars there as well. My Aunt-in-law tells me they have taxes on everything there.
Ok folks thats all for tonight. Try not to accept eat any GOP party leaders alive while I’m gone (That’s the second stop on Abe’s tour, Patience people!!!! ;)
Oh, you’ve tempted me, Swen.
I have a Belgian dubbel, a hefeweizen, a dunkelweizen, a Scottish wee heavy, a rye-infused stout, a saison, a triple Cascade-hopped American wheat and an altbier in the basement.
This weekend I’m brewing a nut brown ale at about 70 degrees with WLP006.
Yep, that numbed me right out. Night all.
JD is curing his own meats in his basement, btw. There’s a trend developing I think.
bh wins.
When the societal collapse comes, I’m crashing at bh’s place.
You can tend the hop fields and maybe figure out how we can take over the local bowling alley, Seth.
The wife and I are getting big into canning the overage of our garden (which gets bigger every year). That and stocking up on ammo, which unfortunately doesn’t grow on trees.
Impressive, bh! I’ve got a heap of equipment, but being a hunter/gatherer I’m never in one spot long enough to brew. Someday when I’m semi-sedentary….
Speaking of gardens, it’s amazing how much you can grow in a relatively small amount of land, if you manage it closely.
Unless you’re in rush hour, there’s no logistical reason to stray from 95. But if that’s when you’re rolling through, 295 will take you around the city and right into MA.
Speaking of attracting celebs, David Spade sat at the table behind us at a bar/restaurant in West Hollywood when Darleen came down to meet us. That was after we sat at the table behind Helen Hunt at Nate and Al’s for lunch. Which I only went to because I’d included it in a Corey Haim’s Notes From the Afterlife post (Corey blows Carrot Top under a table there for meth money). Later that evening we saw Rex Lee from Entourage.
Every single one of them except Spade was shorter than I thought they’d be. Turns out he’s like 6’9″, speaks with a German accent, and hangs out with Dallas Maverick cheerleaders.
I’ve got this hankering to build a big ass greenhouse.
Man, that’s rough Swen. The signs were there I guess, but I didn’t really know I had pneumonia until I got home. I basically spent two days in bed hallucinating. Then my pissed off girlfriend came over to confront me about “avoiding her” since I got back and dragged me to the hospital. I’d have been deader than dead if I was unattached.
To add to that – I’m not sure where you’re going, but if you can huanly avoid 128 in Mass during rush hour, it’s well worth your while to go out of your way to do so.
Mmmm! Home-cured meats. Now there’s something the Norwegians know how to do. When Grandad wasn’t stinkin’ up the place with his lutefisk he made rula pulsa. Went to the butchershop and got the diaphragm of a cow (and you didn’t even know cows used birth control! :D). Okay, not that kind of diaphragm, the thin, tough as rawhide muscle membrane kind from behind the lungs — it was cheap, the operative term for most soul food. Took it home and spread it out and sprinkled a mix of spices on it, then rolled it up tight and tied package string around it every 3″ or so. Wrapped it in cheesecloth and put it in the basement for a week or two. That stuff would melt in your mouth! It was to die for. Sure wish I had his recipe. I think he also used flank steak, but that’s been discovered and you might as well use ribeye if price is an object.
Heh. Stoner.
I’ve the hankering for a small one, lacking the space for a big one (living in town as I do). The growing season isn’t as long as I want, and that would certainly extend it. I could probably do something in the neighborhood of 8×8…doesn’t sound like much, but I can squeeze a lot of veggies out of that.
You only need a little ass greenhouse for that, unless you’re trying to get rich quick.
Seth, a lot of folks around here build little ‘starter boxes’ to accomplish that. A low box, maybe 2′ high covered with a cheap window from the lumberyard. Start your plants in that and then transplant when you’re sure there’s no more frost. Way cheaper than a walk-in greenhouse. ‘Course you won’t get rich….
And now I must crawl off to bed. ‘night again!
I’ve seen a bunch of movies so I’m pretty sure you’re actually dead now, it’s all been limbo since and now that you’ve figured this out you can move on into the bright light, Abe.
Scary, I know.
You got a problem with my retirement plan?
Do they have pie in the afterlife, bh? And tits. Tits, beer and pie would make it easier to walk toward the light I thinks.
Not as long as you’re willing to barter, Pablo.
In the future, I may actually require it for glaucoma or, you know, something super plausible like that.
All the good stuff is there, Abe.
Along with Abe Vigoda. Maybe. I’m never really sure.
nope, he’s still alive. http://www.abevigoda.com/
Thanks Maggie. I’m not prepared for the burden of being the most famous living Abe.
Hmmm, no Vigoda?
Kind of a toss up then. Don’t know what to tell you, Abe.
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I was listening to French rock and roll this afternoon, so there is a better than even chance that I’m dead.
You’re gonna need hops too, though, right bh? Diversification is key.
Abe, I like that song. Of course, I like the General Elektriks, too.
Yeah, Pablo, I have a feeling that my hop crop wouldn’t go much past about 60 gallons or so. I’ll probably just end up as some warlord’s brewmaster. He’ll have all the ingredients and the distribution set up already and then I’ll just try and remember this last season of Breaking Bad. Let’s hope Walter gives me a decent gameplan soon.
Thing’s aren’t working out so well for Walter these days, are they?
The nice thing about Rhode Island is that you can blow through it in 40 minutes or so.
by Pablo on Aug 3, 2011 at 9:57 pm
I’m just going to leave that one hanging with a NTTAWWT.
I mean, I would tend to just offer the driver some gas money, myself.
“dicentra posted on8/3 @ 10:27 am
#ObamaBirthdayPartyGames
Apologize For Capturing The Flag
Duck, Duck, Bush
Debt, Debt, Cooked Goose
Spin the Biden
Unfollow the Leader
Pin the Tax on the Wealthy
Tug of Kinetic Military Action
Ballooning Unemployment Rate Animals
Ethical Limbo: “How Low Can You Go?”
dicentra,
Winner?
“Pin The Fail on The Honkey”.
“The nice thing about Rhode Island is that you can blow through it in 40 minutes or so.”
And enjoy the most boring forty minutes of your life (unless you’ve driven through Nebraska) As far as I know, RI only has one town – Misquamicut -and, yes, I know, I can’t even spell it right – not even close, I think..
But hurricane Bob, two years ago, was AWESOME. Way off shore, but fifteen to sixteen foot waves are about as big as I’ve EVER seen on the East Coast. Then the pussies closed the beach.
I thought, for a moment there, that I was in a Baywatch episode. “Everyone out of the water! You are too stupid to take care of yourselves, and we are THE LIFEGUARDS.” I think these “lifeguards” are unfamiliar with the “Darwin Principle”. But, hey! That’s one of the downfalls of America. No one understands the Darwin principle anymore, and we spend trillions of dollars on people who would inevitably kill themselves if left to their own devices.
I found myself looking for Pamela Anderson, but I guess she was on a break, because none of the other lifeguards had funbags anywhere CLOSE to Pamela’s implanted cement bags…
My son was really pissed, too…