wicked meat loaf

basically from the feb/mar 09 cooks country mag which is awesome, i had to make a few changes

small onion, chopped wicked fine
two cloves garlic chopped wicked fine
2/3 cup of those new half town cracker half pretzel
1/3 cup milk
pound ground beef
pound ground pork
2 large eggs and one egg yolk
2 teaspoons mustard
2 teaspoons worcestershire
1/2 teaspoon dried thyme
buttload of finely chopped parsley
salt & pepper


cook onions until almost carmelized over medium heat, about 5 to 10 minutes, you must hover over to make sure they dont burn. then toss garlic in and stir till you smell garlic. then take onions & garlic out of pan into a bowl.

crush crackerpretzel until really fine, mix with milk, beef, pork, eggs, mustard worcestershire, thyme, parsley, and as much salt & pepper as you think a normal person could stand.

now mash that shit up good. in the recipe they took some of the above ingredients and whizzed them in a food processor. if you are into the processor, then have at it, but i hate cleaning the thing. but the recipe pointed out the reason most meatloafs fall apart is because the meat is in too large chunks. i have to say they were quite right. when i did this, i mashed the christ out of the mixture and the texture was unreal like i never made before.

ok, now, dont use a meatloaf pan. form the loaf on a cookie sheet lined with foil, make sure the sheet has edges to catch the fat. put the sheet on the top rack in the oven and broil on high until the top is browned and i mean browned good. should be enough time to

quickly make a glaze:

1 cup ketchup
1/4 packed brown sugar, how come you look so good!
2 1/2 tablespoons cider vinegar
1/2 teaspoon hotsauce

whisk that shit up over medium heat until sugar dissolves and the stuff is a little thick.

keep track of your loaf. once browned, slide out and paint it with the glaze all over and back on top rack and brown up that glaze for about two minutes.

then, move sheet down to middle rack and paint your loaf with remaining glaze. bake at 350 until it hits 160 on your handy themometer, about 40 to 45 minutes. then pull your meat out and let it rest for at least 20 minutes.

people will freak.

paula creamer

if ever there was a reason to watch the lpga, it is paula creamer. along with many of the new faces in womens golf, paula has brought something that has been missing...a feminine touch, pink, or maybe it is basically a golfer you would drill. in any event, she is smoking hot.




the other thing is her persona. she is not stuffy, or bitchy like that webb freak from down under. she takes everything in stride, always smiling and talking with the gallery.

she can golf to boot!!! she is not the only golfer making watching the lpga easier to watch, but i think she is one of the biggest reasons.

obamarama

for those who dont like it, you can pound it.

ghetto defendant

sing it with me: da da da da duh, da da da da duh

Do the worm on the Accropolis
Slamdance the Cosmopolis
Enlighten the populace
Hungry darkness of living
Who will thirst in the pit?----Hooked in metropolis
She spent a lifetime deciding
How to run from it----addicts of metropolis
Once fate had a witness And the years seemed like friends
girlfriendsHer babies can dream
But dreams begin like the end----shot into eternity
Methadone Kitty----Iron serenity----
Ghetto defendant----It is heroin pity
Not tear gas nor baton charge
That stops you taking the city----strung out committee
Walled out of the city Clubbed down from uptown
Sprayed pest from the nest Run out to Barrio Town
the guards are itchy Forced to watch at the feast
Then sweep up the night Flipped pieces of coin
broken bottles Exchanged for birthright
grafted in a jiffy----Strung out committee----
Sitting pretty----Graphed in a jiffy
No pity, pretty The ghetto prince of gutter poets
Was bounced out of the room
Jean Arthur Rimbaud By the bodyguards of greed
For disturbing the tomb
1873 His words like flamethrowers Paris commune
Burnt the ghettos in their chests
His face was painted whiter And he was laid to rest
died in Marseille
Buried in Charlevill
Shut up Soap floods oil in water All churn in the wake
On the great ship of progress The crew can't find the brake
Klaxons are blaring The admiral snores command
Submarines boil in oceans
While the armies fight with suns

-The Clash & Allen Ginsberg

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classic

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tgi red olive houlibees

look, this is simple, if you pay money to eat at the olive garden, red lobster, houlihans, tgif or whatever it is called, cracker barrel, or any of the assfucking chains which purport to deliver a cultural experience, then you are an asshole.

much of their food is so over-prepared and bland, but you eat it anyway. many of these places receive the food you eat in frozen bags. the kitchen is composed of massive vats of boiling water that these plastic bags are dropped in and heated up. then the mass in side is dumped on a hot plate and brought out for your useless carcass to consume.

this is not to suggest all restaurants, and even all chains suck it like you do, but you know the ones i am talking about. you can start with the ones that advertise on tv. let us take olive garden. it purports to be an italian restaurant. admit it jackass, you go there. i know because if you are reading this, you have some intelligence and make money and are lazy and go there. "oh, we just go for the wonderful soup salad and breadsticks" oh fuck you and eat a bag of shit and die.

jesus mary and fucking joseph the olive garden comes out with so many "new" italian dishes each week. rolotini, sumptuous flour rolled around a mash of vegetables. and those ads with all those people so fucking happy, laughing and making fake retarded statements people never say. while i have not ever been there, i bet when you go you never see all those people really fucking happy and passing around their plates in some orgiastic pleasure of shitty food.

patronize the local restaurant! keep your money in your community. eat fresh food, it exists in your neighborhood. if you develop a relationship with a restaurant, you will get even better food and service. how can you develop a relationship with the revolving door of personnel at one of these chains?

gloriously with this recession, people dont have the dough to allow these chains to survive. good riddance to bad rubbish.

resist corporate dominance over your life and eat local.

click here for eatlocal.net

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a clockwork orange
the hunt for red october
working girl
godfather I & II

dont fuck with the star spangled banner

i turned journey up?????

i was totally freaked out the other day when, as i heard the starting notes of the next song on the van radio, i instinctively turned up the volume and started the launch sequence of grooving to a tune and was suddenly horrified to notice that it was "dont stop believing" by journey.

when this song came out, i was in undergrad. i wore leather and safety pins. new order, the who, smiths, pistols, ramones, the dead, allman brothers...leotards and long hair rock did not have a place and i railed against the genre.

in fact, when journey opened for the stones at rich stadium, i was there. it rained all day and when steve perry came out, the whole place booed. the stage was slippery and perry's feet literally came out from under him and he went flat-ass on the stage and those watching burst out in noticeable laughing throughout this massive venue.

he wiped out again and then mocking laughter turned to boos competing with the music and journey bailed after the third song. we had to wait three hours for the stones.

so....when i realized that i had turned up this, this....song, i truly was horrified. why had i done so?

the sopranos popped into my mind as it was the song which ended the series. i remember being pissed that david chase had selected this song while i watched the screen cut to black. then i started listening to the words about the small town girl and city boy and picturing tony and carmella. at this point, i started to feel goosebumpily and warm and then afraid about manopause[sic, you idiot] or something cuz this was not right.

i kept the music up and started trying to figure it out. my youth, the sopranos, simple familiarity? then i started singing "street light, peeeeeple".

next i started calling my music peeps to ask what they thought. latent homosexuality was questioned, latent affection for spandex from another. really no help but still amusing.

i still do not have this one figured out.
i still dont have any idea.

evidence of the coming armaggedon

see the original here

more reasons why we are fucked

if you dont know the what the logo is on the bottom left, watch till the end and wonder why our media does not show these ignorant fucks.

you better be ashamed if you live in ohio.

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to kill a mockingbird
12 angry men
some like it hot

this is why we are fucked

in pennsylvania for christs sake! look, all you fuckers that voted for bush, think about it. dont try to vindicate yourself by voting republican. look above at the assholes you are aligning yourself with.

look deep, deep in your soul and ask if you want that cuntassbitch in line for running the country you live in. if you do, then make sure you are ok with the shit happenning below you assfucker.



and to sink to their level:

what is the difference between sarah palins vagina and her mouth?

sometimes retarded things come out of her vagina

stoopid republicanz

this upcoming election is pretty simple to handicap. mccain is going to win.

you assfuckers who put bush in first, and then, with your heads further up each others ass put him in again, are clearly stupid enough to put mccain in. you feel that you need to validate your choice, or make it right. god forbid you could be wrong!!!

it amazes me that so many of you jackasses cant even admit that you were stupid. there are some of you that cant admit that the sorry, sad state of our nation is due to the current administration.

there are the enlightened. many morons i know and love who voted republican the last two elections have admitted they were duped. but the deception will not extend to punting the party.

nice guys finish last which means that you republicans will all rot in hell you fuckers cuz continuing to put asslicking republicans in control is not nice.

ok, that doesnt make much sense, and for a purpose. you need your vote to make sense. you need to stand up, admit that you are a member of society and that you feel all people should

run weasel run

after you watch this for about the third time you'll be cracking up...this kid thought his house was being robbed and look how fast he bailed.

fire lights in the sky

the only reason to live is emotion and sensation.

when my 4-year-old responds to my question about stars, he is looking up, and i can see precise reflections in his youthful retinas, and he nods surely, slowly, looking up at the darkness and says, in, not a whisper, but just above one..."there are fire lights in the sky"...i just about fell apart.

to have moments like that, everyday, is a reason to live.

tempted

I bought a toothbrush, some toothpaste
A flannel for my face
Pyjamas, a hairbrush
New shoes and a case
I said to my reflection
Lets get out of this place
Past the church and the steeple
The laundry on the hill
Billboards and the buildings
Memories of it still
Keep calling and calling
But forget it all
I know I will

Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
Whats been going on
Now that you have gone
Theres no other
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered

Im at the car park, the airport
The baggage carousel
The people keep on crowding
Im wishing I was well
I said its no occasion
Its no story I could tell

At my bedside empty pocket
A foot without a sock
Your body gets much closer
I fumble for the clock
Alarmed by the seduction
I wish that it would stop

I bought a novel, some perfume
A fortune all for you
But its not my conscience
That hates to be untrue
I asked of my reflection
Tell me what is there to do

-difford/tilbrook (squeeze jackass)

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law & order

bong-bong

how can you deny this empire? it churns on and on. with each stir it gets better. sometimes a bitter pill is swallowed, but always shitted out.

for those attorneys that practice in ny, it is awesome. for those criminals, and/or future criminals, it is a fairly accurate portrayal of the system, albeit a truncated one. in what seems like a day or so, a normal criminal case might take the da the whole six months to indict. there is not that much rush to indictment.

while i have a fondness for the original, criminal intent is my favorite. dont really like the svu much, but i can watch the reruns of the others like columbo. where is columbo these days?

halo 3

i cant believe it has taken me this long to pound it out about halo 3.

the game simply rocks it. for me, unequivocally, the best video game out there. from many different aspects.

1st is the look. sleek, gleaming, smooth play...the coolness factor is huge. 2nd, the campaign can get really fucking hairy, especially with skulls on. if you get through legendary, then you have skills. if you get through legendary with all skulls on, you must be jedi, or not have a life, or have so much money you dont need a life. 3rd is multiplayer. clearly the best and every other video game compares itself to it. 4th is support from bungie. click on bungie.net on my links section to the right for a look at the immersion which takes place once you decide to channel your inner master chief.

steven segal

you gotta give this guy his due. it is quite likely he can kick anyones ass and while his delivery here is somewhat humorous, the content is awesome.

viola!

viola! \vwä-ˈlä\

it is a french word.

for the love of christ it is not "wallah". stop this insanity right fucking now!!! you can hear "wallah" on almost every single food network show. these idiots can cook french food but can not speak it.

try to look up "wallah" in the dictionary, you cant find it.

learn it. feel superior and mock every goddamn assfucker who says it from now on.

martinis

stop the madness

a martini is gin and a breeze of vermouth.

for the love of whatever you hold holy stop "tini"izing drinks.

i just heard about a pumpkintini. what the fuck people? just cut it out. if you dont have the balls to drink a martini, then drink the candiassshit you want but have the gumption to not try to glamorize yourself.

you can read about the martini here

you'll note from wikipedia the comment about offending martini purists. to be sure, i am not one. i drink scotch neat and when i drink gin, i drink gin on the rocks like my dad, like a man. i am just sick to death about all these tinifuck drinks. some of them dont even have gin, in fact most of them dont.

the vodka martini is ok. not because of bond, but because it is calling itself out as what it is and it has been around for a real long time.

admittedly there are not many y-chromosomes participating in the recent charade, but the younger bucks are not getting a history. i was in a bar when a gallant chap ordered a martini and the fucking bartender said "what kind". this is sad, escpecially from a purveyor.

pretty soon there will be an orangetini which will be vodka and orange juice.

wait for it.

jabberwocky

twas brillig and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe
all mimsy were the borogoves
and the momraths outgrabe

beware the jabberwock my son
the jaws that bite the claws that catch
beware the jubjub bird and shun
the frumious bandersnatch

he took his vorpal sword in hand
longtime the manxome foe he sought
so rested he by the tumtum tree
and stood awhile in thought

and as is uffish thought he stood
the jabberwock with eyes of flame
came whiffling through the tulgy wood
and burbled as it came

one two one two and through and through
the vorpal blade went snicker-snack
he left it dead and with its head
he went galumphing back

and hast thou slain the jabberwock
come to my arms my beamish boy
o frabjous day, callooh callay
he chortled in his joy

twas brillig and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe
all mimsy were the borogoves
and the momeraths outgrabe.

-lewis carroll (forgive the punctuation and spelling errors, it's from memory)

new car v. used car

i can not state it any more clearly than this: if you buy a new car, you are a sap. all you are doing is putting money in the dealers pocket and losing money on the car.

it is fairly safe to say that you lose almost 1/3 the money you paid for the car as soon as you take possession of it. i know about the wicked high end cars and yes there are the one or two models in such high demand that this does not apply to them, but for the most part, the high cost of cars gets credited to the dealerships.

if you could order your car straight from the manufacturer, it would be significantly cheaper. i guess this is always the way but with so much money being spent, why has it stayed this way?

i have had tremendous success with used cars. i have not paid more than 4k for a vehicle except for the only new vehicle i purchased...a dodge dakota the first year they came out. i forget, i think it was 18k or something.

the pickup did not sour me, except for the haggling at the purchase point. i used to think car salesmen deserved the bad rep they got until i was introduced to realtors. car salesmen are mother theresa compared to those assfucking realtors.

anyway, used cars, yeah, i said used, not pre-owned, used cars rock it. i dont care how much money you make, it does not matter. the more expensive the car, the more cars you can have and afford to own.

i would rather have several vehicles instead of one expensive one. used cars allow for this.

also, you dont care what happens to a used car.

i have a 99 caddy. it looks awesome. it cost 4k. the cpu blew, it cost $170 to fix and for the last two years, running super. if something happened to it, i can reach into my pocket and replace it quite easily. i dont care if the kids slam a door into it or puke in the back seat.

i dont care if some asshole keys me cuz i was an asshole to him.

i dont care if it needs a tranny job cuz ill just go buy a different car.

you jerkbags out there who say " i cant deal with someone elses problem" or whatever, you are just loser jerkbags

if you switch to a used vehicle, you will aid in the lowering of new car cost, which then lowers used car cost.

you should take pleasure in letting an ignorant person, be they able to afford or simply really stupid, buy a new car for you so you can own it after them for a fraction of the price.

events

wtf is with "events" now. i know ad people try to fuck over the stupid with the name changes, just like all you republicans jumped on the idiot wagon with the evil people in charge now with all their smearing of the truth utilizing ad techniques (which just goes to show that the majority of republicans are stupid fucking idiots easily swayed by words)

but why cant we revolt? dont go to anything called an event, its just a sale for any of you republicans out there who have not caught on yet.

rise up and fuck these admen in the ass with this shit. openly revolt against any seller who uses this paint job. "come to our holiday event" "now, visit us during our 3-day event" it is a fucking sale, and by sale i do not mean a reduction in prices.

oh yeah, support anyone who will bring up the the people in charge of our nation right now on war crimes and whenever you can, call for the impeachment of the fucking morons you voted for. stand up and admit it and then right your wrong.