A number of people have contacted me privately about Deb Frisch’s reported arrest of a few days ago. So far as we can determine at this time, that arrest in Eugene is unrelated to Frisch’s actions concerning my family and me.
Also for the record: pulled pork sandwiches for lunch are so decadent and naughty that it’s almost like eating a big bunful of Satan.
Not at all related, I realize—but since I had nothing much to offer about the Frisch arraignment, I figured I’d better at least share something with you. Enjoy!
So you porked Deb Frisch with your sandwich? I’ll go tell everyone!
How does a Psych department hire someone so crazy? It’s like a history department inadvertently hiring Hitler.
Andy Sullivan loves those buns o’ Satan.
Yes Pork!
I had a giant fried tenderloin at the Indiana State Fair on Saturday. And just now woke up.
As far as sandwiches go, your’s was probably better, but mine converted my blood to biodeisel. I’m worth more and I can use my fingers as candles.
See the perfidy of the Jew Goldstein! He rejects Christ AND HE EATS THE FLESH OF THE PIG!
Death to the Infidel!!!
(Oops, there’s my criminal case.)
Speaking of pork, my father in law visited recently and left us with about five pounds of the most deliciously barbequed pork tenderloin you ever ate.
Well, you didn’t eat it. I ate it. Damn, it was good.
Experience counts?
Isn’t “a big bunful of Satan” what Saddam Hussien gets in the South Park movie?
My sons girlfriend is half-Jewish.
Loooovves bacon.
Is that like half a sin?
I don’t know any but the Catholic theology that was pounded into me as a young ‘un by Sister Mary Margaret Panzer.
tw: I have no idea.
Treyf. Definitely treyf.
TW: Got any left?
Oddly enough, I was caught pulling pork and arrested.
Were the buns kosher at least?
If you think that’s good, try a pulled pork sandwich with fresh home-made (or on-site restaurant made, whatever) coleslaw on it.
You’ll think you’ve died and gone to hell.
Er, Hell as depicted in The Devil and Miss Jones Part III, that is.
Will Frisch become a fish? Stay tuned…
tw: The troll heard round the sphere…
Pulled pork? Really? After living in North Carolina for 15 years I got used to it. But give me brisket or give me … well, I guess it would have to be pulled pork.
I was doing fine, right up until I read that. And the best BBQ around is 30 miles away!
TW: I don’t act my age.
Vinegar based BBQ is the shizzle!
I’m ambivalent regarding tomato based BBQ.
If you are jewish, isn’t eating a pork sandwich like being catholic and using one of those little rubber thingies?
They’re called “sybian tips,” SeeMonk.
You can say it here, it’s okay. You’re among friends.
Not really. Depends on where you fall in the ladder of observancy. I think most Jews that indulge in bacon andpulled pork smmiches would consider themselves of “reformed” orthodoxy. At least in my experience.
TW: There are lines on my face.
Isn’t pig fat one of the four food groups?…
SB: ones
twos
Finally we’ll have that not so Frisch feeling! At least if the padded room has no internet access…
Let’s see, Nicotine, Caffine, Alcohol, Pig Fat?
Could be.
Another for the Hall of Fame. Jeff is on fire lately.
In this cafeteria, the menu is a la carte. Why, my own sister married an athiest!
I think the Kentucky Food Pyramid is:
Oxycontin
Tobacco
Alchohol
Grease
Fat
Starch
Sugar
TW: ‘cause I can’t decide to pull my pork or dry-rub my brisket.
…or smoke your chicken?
I love when a thread draws out peoples’ inner Beavis and Butthead. There’s no entendre like a double entendre.
Like the perfect word “pork.” A noun and a verb, all at once.
Careful or Andy Sullivan is going to want Satan in his buns.
This is all merely SYMPTOMATIC of our POSTMODERN ENNUI!
There are no ABSOLUTES,
unless you perceive OUR WORLD as MEANINGLESS,
when it’s really your OWN FREEDOM you DETEST!
…
I LIKE PORK!
<blockquote> pulled pork sandwiches for lunch are so decadent and naughty that it’s almost like eating a big bunful of Satan.
No truer words could be said.
Where I come from Barbecue is in the Yellow Pages under Barbecue.
Now I am consigned to north of the Mason Dixon line where they think Barbecue is some meat cooked on a grill, with a sticky thick red gloop in it. SOB!
Interesting update at BlogPI:
I’ve never been a fan of name puns used in regular conversations and writing. “Left Angeles Times”? Ah, yes. Ha ha, very good, now can we just talk about this instead of filling our sentences with fake names that only work as punchlines?
“blogofear”??
I guess Ace had plenty reasons on which to base his ‘pants-crapping’ schtick. And I can see now why Allah would be so miffed at all the August 22 business.
I want to point out that The American Street, as well produced as it is, appears to be a very small blog with hardly any comments on the posts at all. I would like to think that is because reasonable people don’t want to deal with such vapid, knee-jerk posts. But I’m guessing that will change after it’s discovered by DU and other communities via the second hand instalanche.
I was going to write a haiku, but I can’t fit “scrumptious”, “lunacy” and “broom handle” in quite the way I’d like.
yeah. I tell people my mother’s Rabbi is so reform he serves ham at Seder.
Cythen:
pork is scruptious
lunacy! bunful of sin
clean that broom handle
*finger clap for self*
tw: summer‘s almost up… and I almost still care…
“How does a Psych department hire someone so crazy? It’s like a history department inadvertently hiring Hitler.”
We’re talking academia my friend…the more unhinged they are the better they will fit.
Ah!
I was operating under the assumption that “scrumptious” was two syllables. My bad. I try to keep it to the 5/7/5 dealie.
Mad skills though, River – maaaaad skills.
TW: Some denziens of jail might get physical with their new toy.
There are 5 food groups: meat, fat, salt, hot peppers and alcohol.
Oxy is more in the nature of a garnish.
Y’all excuse me, I have to go put $1,000 into Atrios’ tipjar.
Indeed! I’d much rather taste the BBQ than the sauce anyday.
I, uh, followed a link regarding this subject to the site “Balloon Juice” – oof. The comments thread there was about as uncivil as a Paris riot…
As much as I love BBQ in the Chicago area – Kansas City, most of Texas and the Carolinas are probably the tops. Mmmmmm. Darn it, now I am going to have to find some good BBQ tomorrow.
That’s okay, Major John. At Balloon Juice you expect it. Having one of Ace’s commenters go after me is different.
30 miles? http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&hl=en&q=Barbecue+restaurant+66103
Envy Me!
The Bride of Monster works around the corner from the original Arthur Bryant’s. I’d be even more Monstrous if I had to work that close to one of the holy shrines of BBQ.
TW: Maybe it’s because Cowtown has always had the best raw material that we are the World BBQ Capital.
Jeff, wha? I guess I will have to go over to Ace’s and look around.
Jeff, no one could have known how to handle what happened to you. I believe once you recognized the seriousness of the situation you acted accordingly. Everyone has an opinion; just listen to the ones you like. Works for me.
OK – I’m back from Ace’s. Jeff, I wouldn’t really let “sandy” get you down. I think even sandy started to realize what an ass s/he was making of him or herself by trying to disengage. That said, twas damned foolish nonsense and I don’t blame you for reacting.
JeffG
“Sandy” like many of the surly faux-bully grade-schoolers at Balloon juice not only have lost their moral compasses, but they sneer at the thought of them.
Bet all of ‘em are from public schools of the last 3 decades..
I’ve never been a fan of name puns used in regular conversations and writing.
Well, I always have been, but it only works if you can make it sound as if you just thought it up five seconds ago. If it sounds as if you found it on an archived Usenet message from 1988, then you should just email it to Dave Null and think of something new.
The “blogofear” thing provoked a nearly fatal attack of eye rolling.
Except that, unlike Andrew Sullivan’s blog, these were actual people.
That sounds like my favorite sandwich at Larry’s Giant Subs.
Except for the alcohol. I keep asking them to douse the thing in Bacardi but they just laugh and never do it.
I mean, what do they have against a balanced diet, anyway?
Josephus wrote “Pork is the sweetest meat”, and how could he have known unless he’d tasted it?
The slippery slope of pork leads to squirrel and possum, the other yellow meat…
Nothing signals to my brain “don’t bother with this post” more quickly than spotting a “Hitlery Clintoon” or “George Bu$h” or what have you in the text.
Compare and contrast this discussion with the vitriol at Balloon Juice. Much more fun to read =0
Also, I found it hard to believe that liberals believe “cock-slap” is an actual heterosexual threat, on par with commnets about abusing kids.
lol
Though if someone actually used ‘Blogofear’ in spoken conversation, I would not be able to stop laughing for a couple of minutes.
Sometimes its a good rule to not write what you wouldn’t be willing/able to speak. Jeff usually does a terrific job of connecting his written words with their spoken counterparts.
The same goes for writing books, I hear.
Though, I’d love to hear someone use ‘Hitlery Clintoon’ in speech. That would give me some good laughs. “Bu$h” and “Micro$oft” aren’t really pronouncable…
However, there are people who consistently speak the unpronouncable. Mostly because they just can’t talk.
TW: its getting hot in here…
My secret home made barbeque sauce involves Steen’s Pure Ribbon Cane Syrup, Cajun Power Herbs and Spices [Cajun Worchestershire] Sauce and mustard; along with the more common ingredients of onions, garlic, and slow cooked diced tomatoes.
All those dry rub boys in Memphis and the yankees who think barbeque sauce is just seasoned catsup don’t know squat about pulling pork.
Pork. <snort> Everybody knows it ain’t barbecue unless it’s beef.
<ducks and runs>
Smother a brisket in Woody’s BBQ concentrate and slow cook it on a grill for 6 hours or so and, praise be to Allah, you’re in heaven! Imagine smothering them virgins in BBQ sauce and…
Probably talking about long pork, you know the rumors about those people, don’t you?
Barbeque is how you COOK the meat, Slow smoke cook over hickory coals in a CLOSED Pit about 7 to 8 hours until the meat comes off the bone just by sticking in a fork and turning.
THAT is REAL barbeque, the sauce is a seasoning NOT what makes it barbecue.
That said if you are heading south or north on Interstate 24 the third exit before the river on the Kentucky side drive towards the town will take you to.
http://www.10best.com/Paducah/Restaurants/Lunch/index.html?businessID=71310
1008 Joe Clifton Dr, Paducah, KY 42001 · 270-444-9555
Starnes BBQ
When it comes to barbecue, a subject Paducah residents are very knowledgeable of, Starnes is regularly the top choice. The family’s famed hickory pit barbecue draws salivating barbecue connoisseurs from all over to try their special recipe. A trip to Starnes, or d. Starnes at 108 Broadway in Downtown, is a must for travelers to the city.
Now don’t expect atmosphere just good pulled pork as people report it hasn’t changed much or maybe even been painted in 35 years or so.
http://www.aboutpaducah.com/listings/restaurants/bbq/94.html
As a child (35 or so years ago) we would come to visit my grandparents in Paducah. They would go and get the BBQ before we arrived so that when we did we could eat ASAP. That place never changes thank god, where would we be without our Starnes! My Grandparents and Father have all passed but we still have relatives that ship it to us in Chicago.
Once you have had Starne’s you are ruined. I say if you don’t live there then don’t ever try it. You’ll have to come back for more if you do. That green paint must be cheap ‘cause it sure is ugly but it does match the label.
My Dad is from Paducah, but moved to Missouri years ago. We always went to Starnes when we went to visit family there. It is the best BBQ I’ve ever had! We still go to the little green building when visiting family there
In October I came home for my 50th class reunion and the first place we headed for was Starnes. I had not been to Paducah in 24 years and Starnes looked like it had frozen in time. Just the way it was in 1980.
And that’s the problem: so many people whip out the puns in one of two ways.
1. used commonly with no sense of humor/irony/emphasis in casual conversation. As pointed out by Smattering, it tends to turn the listener’s attention off.
2. used with the nudge/wink/eyebrow-raise and overemphasis that makes you feel dirty because you really didn’t need to be let in on this “subversive”, shitty little joke.
River’s rule about writing is nifty, though I’ve got to point out that as much as I enjoy Ace’s site & humor he really needs to avoid reading his blog jokes on the radio broadcasts. He does fine off the cuff, but totally loses me when he tries to read a joke posted last week.
And I know this post is aging and all, but wtf happened to the podcasts for HBF at Rightalk?
Anybody?