Citizen Lame November 30, 2008
Posted by mike in Uncategorized.38 comments
And what better way to remind myself that I am older than dirt than to post another picture of the lovely and talented Monica Bellucci?
Well post one of her from the backside, of course.
Around this time of the year, most of the men in Michigan grow a beard. I have heard that it has something to do with deer season, but try as I might, I just cannot make the leap from deer season to facial hair.
I have only shot a deer once in my life and I immediately regretted it the instant I saw that magnificent creature hit the ground. When I had to gut it, I regretted it even more. The weird part was and is, I am not even a venison fan. I just wanted to shoot a deer just for the experience of doing it. I think everyone needs to know what it feels like to kill a large animal. I am not sure what one gains from that knowledge. I can only say that while I was gutting it and my hands were covered in blood, I felt very connected to the earth at that moment in time. Anyway, in the grand scheme of things I suppose it was a pointless exercise. I gave the meat away to a guy that later went to prison for killing his own baby and that is the memory that I will always associate with eating venison and deer hunting.
I don’t think I had a beard back then. I say that I don’t think I had one back then, because for all I know I might have had one since back in those days 15 or 20 hairs might have constituted a beard. I know for a fact that 5 hairs constituted a mustache back then, so how many more hairs could it have taken for a full beard.
This is going to be “one of those posts,” so hang on.
Since I got out of the hospital back in April, I have gained a lot of weight. I know I’ve talked about this before, but it’s rapidly becoming an issue because I can’t keep buying new pants. I think I weighed something like 154 pounds when I got out of the hospital, which was at least 15 or 20 pounds below “my normal.” I weighed myself the other day and I weighed 196. The thing is, deep down inside, I have no desire to do anything about it right now. I have replaced smoking and drinking with eating. I eat massive quantities of unhealthy food and my plan is to hit 200 before I start a weight loss program. I have never been to that side of the scale before so I might as well explore new territory. Who knows, maybe I’ll like it.
Okay, now we are at the part where I try to tie this whole thing together.
Almost 2 weeks ago I decided to stop shaving. I have only attempted to grow a beard twice in my life. Once when I was in my early 30’s I had one for a few months, but it had a few seriously bad bald spots and the only way to have it look right was to engage in something akin to a beard comb-over and I just didn’t think that was such a good idea.
Then sometime back in my early 40’s, I tried it again. That beard was a little better, but it still just somehow missed the mark. It had some gray in it and believe it or not, I still looked pretty youthful when I was 40, so adding the gray beard made me look 10 years older. I really wasn’t in the mood for that.
So the current beard is only a few weeks old, and really not much more than a really scruffy face at this point, but with all the extra weight I have gained, I am sure people will soon start to mistake me for a famous celebrity.
Even if he is dead…..
Jesus Died From Your Sins November 26, 2008
Posted by mike in religion, wtf.33 comments
My thoughts during the Thanksgiving holidays naturally turn to Jesus who carried the first Thanksgiving turkey across the Delaware River in a blinding snowstorm to chop down a cherry tree to make the stuffing for our first Thanksgiving with the 3 Wise Men, Mitt Romney, and the Great Pumpkin.
It was during this Thanksgiving meal that Mitt Romney discovered electricity by flying a kite with a key tied to it during a thunderstorm. And Jesus said, “Let there be light” and he invented Thomas Edison right there on the spot who grew up to invent the light bulb, color TV, and salamanders.
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no salamanders for though art with me: thy color TV and thy light bulb they comfort me…..
–Cornholio 69:10
So on this glorious holiday season when Jesus died from your sins, let us all, Americans and those who are glad they aren’t Americans, feast upon these glorious slaughtered turkeys from heaven with all the trimmings and thank the Mormons for delivering us from their sins by inventing oil and green Jello.
Thank you Jesus for discovering Thanksgiving and inventing remote controls. Come again.
Shameless Whoring November 24, 2008
Posted by mike in Uncategorized.27 comments
I get the occasional solicitation to whore something out on my blog and for the most part, I ignore them. Most of the time I get approached by people who want me to promote penis enlarging or “hardening” products. My first thought is to check outside my windows for tracks because I want to know who is looking in my windows and how do they know that I might indeed need these things and then I realize that my wife has most likely told them.
Believe it or not, I even got an email once from someone who had written a book about home repair disasters. He wanted to send me a copy of his book so I could review it on this blog. Naturally I didn’t do it because there was no money in it for me. Besides, how did that guy know that I might not be writing a book of home repair disasters myself? God knows I am surely qualified.
Anyway, judging from the type of emails I get, one might assume that I am a limp and short-dicked moron who doesn’t know which end of the hammer to use. Naturally, they are only half-right, because I do know which end of the hammer to use and I have the blog post to prove it.
The other day when I went to my Gmail account, I had another one of those “please help me promote my product emails.” Of course I immediately assumed that it was going to be another penis product or something that would help the lame-ass home repair moron work his way out of his latest jam. The subject of the email, though, was just a little different. Here is what it said:
Snarky Card Chick Solicits The Old Guy
Naturally I had to stop and think for a few minutes. Am I the Snarky Card Chick, and who is this old guy I am referring to? Then I opened the email and immediately realized that I was not the Snarky Card Chick. I am THE OLD GUY!!! Fuck, my secret is out!
Anyway, I read her email out of some sense of politeness not really intending to do anything with it because I am not going to whore this blog out to anyone but me. During the course of reading the email though, I realized that I liked this Snarky Card Chick’s style. She actually makes these cards and puts them in a box that she hangs around her neck and goes out and sells them in bars and stuff. That takes balls.
Actually, can you say that about a woman–that something takes balls? Wouldn’t it be more appropriate to say that something takes “tits”? Whatever. That whole question is just a little too complex for me. I leave that discussion to greater minds.
Where was I? Oh yeah, Snarky Card Chick. So I followed the link from her email to the place where she is selling these cards and I checked out a few of them. After looking over her cards, I did the only thing I knew how to do. I sent her an email and asked her to send me naked picture of herself.
Well you know how that kind of thing turns out sometimes. The bottom line is, she has agreed not to report me to the authorities for now but I am not allowed to come within five hundred feet of her email inbox for up to one year.
Probably for the best anyway. I’m sure she’d just end up sending me a card like this eventually:
I See Dead People/Long Walk Home November 19, 2008
Posted by mike in Memory Lane With Ax & Crowbar.34 comments
On Monday morning I had to drive down to Columbus Ohio with my daughter Jackie for a legal function she needed to attend. Naturally, no trip to Columbus would be complete without a visit to some of my “old haunts,” so once we were done with her function in downtown Columbus, we headed to the northeast side to see if anyone I used to know there was still alive.
Our first stop was at a little sports bar that I used to hang out at towards the end of my stay in Columbus. One of the bartenders there at the time is now the owner. We went in, and to my surprise, he recognized me right away. We talked about some of the people I used to know who hung out there and they were pretty much all gone. Some died (the former owner of my favorite bar died of kidney cancer), some disappeared, and some just wandered off to bigger and better things. What’s the word I’m looking for? Oh yeah, bittersweet.
When I was living in Columbus, I discovered this one bar that I loved dearly. It was called Conti’s and was just one of the most comfortable bars away from my hometown bar that I have ever been into in my life. Back in February of 2006, Conti’s was closed down due to some illegal gambling that may or may not have been going on in “the back room.” There were things that went on in “the back room,” but I can honestly say that I never saw any gambling. As a matter of fact, most of what I saw going on in the back room was about as far from gambling as it could possibly be, and when the statute of limitations expire, I’ll post about it.
Anyway, to make a long story short, Conti’s liquor license was eventually bought by someone else and they re-opened the place under a new name. As much as I just knew I shouldn’t go back inside because of the ghosts I knew that I might see, I couldn’t resist it, so I had to walk back inside for one more look around.
Folks, here’s where I need to warn you about something. If you have something in your life that you remember fondly, leave it right there where it is. Don’t go back and try to reclaim it because you are going to be very disappointed. At best, you are going to see it in a whole new light and from a totally different perspective, or as in my case, you are going to see ghosts.
I walked into Conti’s with my daughter in tow. Sitting at the end of the bar was an old man (older than me) talking to a passable blond bartender who was hell-bent on drinking up all the profits for the evening. I sat at my usual spot at the bar and ordered a couple of beers. At first I thought we were the only ones in the bar until I looked over at the corner booth and to my complete and utter surprise, there sat my former kidney drinking a Tanqueray and Tonic, smoking a Marlboro Ultra Light, and talking to a beautiful woman.
Son of a bitch. There I sat, drinking watered down weasel piss and chewing on a bar straw cigarette substitute like there was no tomorrow while my estranged kidney was over in the corner living the life I used to live. What the fuck?. Naturally I wanted to go over there and have it out with him right then and there, but Jackie didn’t think it would be such a good idea. She told me that “he looked like he could take me now,” and she was probably right.
I looked around that once pristine bar room that used to be so full of the sound of music and laughter, and there was barely even a hint of the place I used to know and love. That once highly polished copper-clad bar top was now stained and dingy and the whole place smelled like a urinal. The owner, a portly red-headed wigger, bought my daughter a beer, but not me. It was okay though, I understood. God knows I certainly got enough free liquor in that place over the years, so perhaps it was just someone else’s turn. He explained to us his bar ownership strategy which seemed to involve getting the place declared a public nuisance by “going ghetto on they asses,” and moving on.
He told us that business hadn’t been too good yet, but he was hoping it would improve. He said he had a few regulars, pointing to my former kidney sitting over in the booth by the back door. I turned and looked. My kidney raised his glass and winked at me smiling that all-knowing former kidney gone bad smile. He pulled his hat down low over his face and took another hard drag on that Marlboro Ultra-Light. I felt awkward. Out of place. On the wrong end of the joke somehow.
I took another swallow of that God-awful tasting beer and looked around for anything familiar. There were none of the familiar signs or pictures on the walls. Everywhere I looked I saw the ghostly apparition of another memory, fleeting fragments of another time, another place.
“Just the way that her hair fell down around her face/and I recall my fall from grace/another time, another place. “
While sitting there lost in my own thoughts, I caught a glimpse of something moving over in the corner. It was my former kidney. He was packing up and getting ready to go. He paid his bill and left a rather hefty tip on the table. People always gave me credit for being the good tipper, but the fact is, it was my kidney that was the good tipper and not me. He staggered towards the door, leaving the beautiful woman sitting at the table and patted me on the back as he walked by.
“Hey, wait up a minute,” I shouted as I followed him through the door.
“Make it quick bud, I gots things to do,” my kidney said.
“Man, why’d you go all cancerous on me ?” I asked. “Look at what you’ve done to me–I’m drinking Budweiser and smoking bar straws.”
“Hey look,” he said, “I stuck it out as long as I could, but you were holding me back. Besides, I left you with another kidney, you’ll be fine.”
“No man, it don’t work like that,” I said. “One kidney is the same as none if I have to live with the threat that that one might go too.”
“Not my problem Little Man,” he said, “I got to live too and you were holding me back. You got that whole wife/kid thing going on and that might be fine for you, but that ain’t my cup of Gin. There’s a whole world out there, and I ain’t getting any younger.”
“But it’s just not right without you,” I said. “I’m not good at this whole sitting at home staring at the walls at night thing.”
“Look pal, you got to consider yourself lucky,” he said,”it was either going to be me or your liver. We flipped a coin and I won. If he had won, you wouldn’t be standing here on this cold November night having this conversation.”
About that time a car pulled up and slowed down. My kidney stepped off the curb and opened the door to the car. He turned to me and said, “Look, we had a good time but you never finished anything you started. That’s not my style and it is hard to live inside someone so totally different. We gave it our best shot and it just didn’t work. I gotta go now Little Man. “
He stepped inside the passenger side door of the car, lit another Marlboro Ultra-Light, and waved at me without even looking at me. I watched the tail lights of the car disappear down Bush Boulevard.
I’m pretty sure he wasn’t even wearing his seatbelt.
people, places, and things i hope to hear less of in 2009 November 16, 2008
Posted by mike in Live & Learn, choices, randomness, rants.31 comments
Ladies and gentlemen, despite the universes best efforts, it is time for the 3rd annual “people, places, and things I’d like to hear less of post.” What’s that you say? Have we actually had to put up with this decrepit old fools mindless meanderings for 3 long years? You fucking-eh you have, so sit back, shut up and pay attention.
Or jerk off.
Either way, I don’t care.
Kidney Cancer. Fucking done with it. Been there, done that, and got the scars to prove it. I suppose if you have to get cancer, you probably should try to get it somewhere where you got two of them. If you only got one, you’re pretty much fucked. I had a conversation with my cancer Dr. at the U of M about the whole philosophy of fighting cancer. He is starting to believe that cancer is the life form and we are the disease. In my particular case, the cancer in my kidney was creating its own blood vessels to keep itself alive. Is that smart, or what?
Cancer of any kind. There’s no guarantee that if it comes back, it’ll come back in my other kidney. It could be anywhere.
Mahmoud Ahmadinejad. The man is a lot like cancer and he would love nothing more than to draw us into a conflict in the middle east right now when we are at our weakest militarily and economically.
George Bush. I can finally say that and know that after January 20th, 2009 when Obama takes office, we probably won’t hear much more about Bush. I suspect that Bush will return to Texas, retire to his ranch, and blow his brains out for being the worst president America ever had. Hey, a boy can dream can’t he?
Bailout Anything. This shit is getting old and it is just getting started. I am starting to get the distinct impression that we are totally fucked. My advice is to take whatever money you have left and buy guns and ammo. Lots of it.
Fox News. Sorry, but here is what I noticed during the last election. Every single lie, misquote, or downright smear against Obama could be traced right back to Fox News. Fair and Balanced? Yeah, but shouldn’t “true” fit in there somewhere?
Reality TV Of Any Kind. Seriously folks, hasn’t this shit about run its course?
The Mountains Of Pakistan. Oh for the love of God, level the fucking place and move on.
Post Secret. You know what my problem is with that site? When I go there I feel like one of those people standing on the sidewalk yelling for the crazy person to jump from the roof of the building above.
Hugh Hefner. You know, there was a time when it was kind of cute and funny to think that the crypt keeper was getting all that hot and gorgeous tail, but now I am just freaking jealous. What’s that son of a bitch got that I don’t have? Okay, there is all that money, but dammit, I’ve got a Chihuahua, doesn’t that count for something? Oh, and my hair is way better.
Jennifer Aniston. Look, I know I am old and all, but I just don’t see it. Sorry.
John Mayer. When it comes to music, I have completely had it up to here with Fag Rock, and John Meyer must most certainly be their king, or queen, whatever the case may be. Between John Mayer and Dave Mathews, there are times when I would like to rip the radio out of my truck and throw it out the freaking window.
CSI. Okay, we’ve got the original CSI which takes place in Las Vegas. Then we got CSI Miami, which conveniently enough takes place in Miami. Then we got CSI New York, which obviously takes place in Macon, Georgia. I think we’ve had enough CSI. On the other hand, I could never get enough of Emily Proctor.
Home Repair Projects. Ladies and gentlemen, 2008 was a record year for home repair and improvement projects around our house and I am here to tell you, I really want to be done for a while. We re-sided the garage, put up new facia and soffit, and all new trim and then we gutted the second bathroom in our house and started remodeling it. I am so not into this Bob Vila shit anymore.
Iraq. What can I say that hasn’t already been said a million times? Why are we still there? Does Iraq deserve democracy? Seriously. If you added up every single Iraqi life in Iraq, and multiplied it times the square root of Jupiter, would it equal the life of your son or daughter?
Sarah Palin. All I can say is that if this woman is the future of the republican party, then the party is over with. I have high hopes that no real republicans take that douche bag seriously, but I have been wrong before. The funny thing about her was that she made Mitt Romney seem like a viable candidate.
Naturally, I could go on, but I’ll spare you because even I am getting bored with this. Who would you like to hear less of in 2009, besides me? Go ahead, tell me and if you are a female, don’t forget to include a nude picture of yourself.
I’m going to be gone for a couple of days. Y’all play nice. And if you can’t play nice, send me naked pictures of yourself.
Thank you.
Cheney, Bush, Paulson & Bernanke November 14, 2008
Posted by mike in myth vs. reality, wtf.23 comments
Ladies and Gentlemen, at last the 4 Horsemen of the Apocalypse have been identified.
Myth
Reality
I was going to post this over at Myth Vs. Reality, but Atlas just put up a post last night and I didn’t want to step all over it.
Bailing Out The Auto Industry? November 12, 2008
Posted by mike in choices, polls.33 comments
Naturally, I have my own opinion on the subject, but don’t let that sway you. These butt plugs in pin stripe suits that run the auto companies have known for 30 years that the shit was going to hit the fan. They took those huge government tax breaks that were supposed to be used to create new jobs and put that money in the pocket of auto company execs.
Yeah, for the most part I say fuck them.
But then I think about all of the little machine shops, diners, bars, restaurants, grocery stores, and gas stations that depend on those auto industry jobs, and it doesn’t seem fair to see them go under because the auto companies weren’t smart enough to plan for the coming global economic winter.
Maybe we should fire all the current auto execs, appoint new ones and then bail them out with the understanding that they need to make fuel efficient and environmentally friendly cars with a certain amount of the future profits dedicated to alternative energy research.
Seems to be the responsible thing to do.
Planet Earth Is Blue November 11, 2008
Posted by mike in Uncategorized.29 comments
….and there’s nothing I can do.
I have very vague memories of the morning the doctors removed my kidney, but one of the most overwhelming feelings was one of utter resolve. At the time, it seemed I had no other choice. There was no hopping out of that hospital bed and running away no matter how much I might have wanted to.
When they were wheeling me from the prep room to the operating room and the drugs were all starting to kick in, I had the feeling that I was floating down that hallway and that my life was no longer my own. The fact is, on that particular morning, my life was indeed in the hands of others.
For the last 30 years, in one way or another, I have worked in the same industry. There was a time when it was fun, but those days have long since passed me by. I can’t begin to tell you how much any discussion of High Pressure/High Temperature science and oil drilling bores the living fuck out of me. Certain key words like “diamond,” “carbide,” “tooling,” “voltage,” “pressure,” and “yield,” that used to be so much a part of my daily vocabulary , now just cause my asshole to twitch. I can’t tell you how sick I am with my chosen profession.
Back in the summer I was offered a job by one of the leading oil service/drilling companies. Of course I was flattered and the money and benefits were better than anything I could have ever imagined. Of course taking that job meant either moving to Texas or leaving my family behind again and going to Texas on my own and coming home when I could. Considering how well that whole “leaving my family behind thing” went when I went to Utah, that was pretty much out of the question.
To make a long story short, I am turning the job down. My reasons are too long to list on here and frankly, it would probably just bore you to tears. I still have something like 4 or 5 months pay coming from the Utah company and they have agreed to insure me for a year after my termination. I know the economy sucks right now and I shouldn’t be turning down any jobs at all (especially in Michigan), but I just can’t do this shit anymore. There may come a time and a day when I will regret it, but for now, I am stepping into the void and shutting the door behind me.
I might be stupid, but honestly, I’m feeling lucky today.
The stars look very different today……
Old News Is Good News November 9, 2008
Posted by mike in Uncategorized.34 comments
Last week after the election was over, I stopped over at Joey’s place and found this lovely tribute to Barack Obama. A simple, elegant, and very to the point post.
I remembered that photo of Barack and his wife doing that “fist-bump” and I also vaguely remembered there was some minor controversy associated with it, so I decided to do a little research and what I found surprised even me.
First, I would like to introduce you to one Ms. E.D. Hill. That’s her over there to the left, which is not at all a very fitting place for her. I should put her on the right, but since this is my blog, I will put her wherever I please. I am not at all sure what the E.D. part of her name stands for, but considering that she works for Fox News and her politics are somewhere to the right of Adolph Hitler, I would guess that the E.D. stands for Erectile Dysfunction because she certainly has that effect on me. Of course at my age, most things have that effect on me. Except for lesbian midget porn.
Ms. Erectile Dysfunction over there used to host a show on Fox News Network….
Hey, wait a minute. Fox NEWS Network? Does a station that was founded by the same man that started Star Magazine actually expect us to consider it a serious news source?
Sorry, I digressed.
Where was I? Oh yeah, Erectile Dysfunction Hill up there used to host a show on Fox called America’s Pulse until June of 2008 when Fox abruptly canceled her show. Ms. E.D. no doubt chose the name America’s Pulse because she wanted you to think she had her finger on that pulse. Apparently though, she was wrong. It appears as if she had her finger up her own ass, and not necessarily in a good way either because here is what happened.
First, take a look at this picture that is actually central to this story:
On the day after the speech when Barack and Michelle shared this very personal and very human moment, Erectile Dysfunction Hill referred to this as a possible “terrorist fist jab.” That’s right. She said “terrorist fist jab.” See for yourself.
A few days after that fateful moment Ms. Hill apologized and her show was canceled. I am not sure if she is still on Fox or not because it is hard to find out such things unless one actually watches that network and I try not to watch it because I have proof that Fox News causes kidney cancer, but that is a whole ‘nother story as the saying goes.
Obviously, this was just another attempt by Fox News to deliberately mislead certain members of the voting population. Specifically, I am referring to that voting public that only watches Fox News because if Fox is your only news source, you are seriously fucked and you are seriously misinformed. Now don’t get me wrong, I do watch Fox News on occasion, but I only watch it for its comedic value and absolutely nothing else.
Okay, I might occasionally watch it for some of the hot chicks they have reading the news, but that’s really it. Nothing else. Ever.
And now we have finally reached the point in the post where you ask yourself “where in the hell is he going with this post?” And usually at this point I tell you that there is no point and we all go on about our business and that’s the end of it.
Except that this time I do have a point and my point has to do with E.D. Hill.
Do you know what her real name is?
You are not going to believe it.
Are you sitting down?
You probably should be.
Okay…here goes and if you aren’t sitting down, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Her real name is:
EDITH ANN TARBOX.
Go ahead, talk amongst yourselves. I’m going to just wander off and think about why E.D. never got laid in high school.
Breaking News & Other Stuff November 6, 2008
Posted by mike in Uncategorized.28 comments
My intrepid reporters here at TIC have scored another exclusive news story by using my patented time machine and going into the future to attend Barack Obama’s inaugural address. Obviously, I can’t show you the whole thing, but I do have a short clip. This clip may contain some offensive language, but Goddammit, it’s funnier than shit and you will be amazed at how spot on it is.
The last few days have been just beautiful here with temperatures up in the 70’s. I guess that is all about to change in the very near future (tomorrow). Unfortunately for some of our four-legged friends, times are about to get much more difficult. In another 9 days deer season opens, and the little guy in the picture below won’t be quite so casual.
These guys get pretty brave sometimes but this deer was just “passing through” between my house and my neighbors house when Jackie snapped this picture. He’s a decent sized little buck and if I were a “huntin’ man,” I’d have him in sights on the 15th of this month when deer season opens. Fortunately for him, I’m not much for killing and “guttin’,” so this little guy is getting a free pass from me.
Speaking of Jackie, she’s been here for the past few days. It always does my heart (and stomach) good to have her home. She’s a fantastic cook and my wife and I never eat better than when she is here.
Of course some of the animals have to suffer some indignities when she’s around.
Here’s Fred all dolled up for Halloween. He went trick or treating with my Granddaughter Satan (Leah) who had to explain to people that thought Fred was a dinosaur that he was a “Yizzard.” Leah (Satan) also walked up to some pregnant lady and said “trick or treat, fat belly.”
I told you she was Satan.
Of course Fred is more or less used to suffering such indignities and really doesn’t complain much. After all, he was rescued from a kill shelter and his options are somewhat limited. Black Kitty of Death also had l rather limited options. He could have stayed outside and been eaten by a coyote, or come in here and let us torture him and make him suffer all sorts of un-cat like indignities. I offer up the following examples:
Here’s BK of D being strapped into one of Carmen’s Halloween costumes. (Note Carmen’s legs in the background moving in for the kill.)
Here’s BK of D wearing his Michigan State Spartans shirt on game day when Michigan State played (and beat) Wisconsin.
BK looking a little less happy about his Spartan shirt. Heh, heh, heh.
Of course we are not always mean to BK of D. Sometimes we let him retire to his little house that I bought him where he can “get away from it all” and still keep a watchful eye on all of us:
He looks evil, doesn’t he?
That’s because he is.
Of course Carmen does not get so involved in all the madness much anymore. She likes to lay up on the back of the couch in the sun and keep an eye on all the silliness that goes on below her. She’s pretty much in charge of the whole menagerie.
Here’s her don’t fuck with me look:
With all these animals in my house right now, sometimes it’s hard to find a place to sit down. They’ve kind of taken over the place. That cat at the far left side is Trip, our other seldom seen cat. She has no friends.
That’s enough pictures for now.
Some of you may know that two of the people in my blogroll, in addition to being a lot of fun, are excellent cooks. Melissa over at Alosha’s Kitchen and Tombo over at Tombocheck are both excellent cooks and as far as I am concerned they are quite inspirational when they cook. As a matter of fact, they are so inspirational that they have inspired me to start doing a few cooking posts.
Here’s my debut:
I went to the store and bought some shrimp. Then I cooked them and ate them. They were pretty good.
How’s that? I think I may have to start my own cooking blog.
Lastly, I’ve been tagged by the lovely Amanda over at More Canterbury Tales. The challenge is to confess to the most embarrassing album that I have ever bought. There have been so many, but this one still sends shivers up my spine and not in a good way either.
I’m supposed to tag someone, but I’m not going to. If you want to confess to your worst album, have at it, but I doubt you could top mine.
I think I did get laid because of it though, so it wasn’t all bad.
Heh, heh, heh.
