Mrs. Head just read the following to me, posted at one of the pregnancy forums in which she occasionally lurks.
"Unique names stand out to people more than common names."Oh god, I wish I was kidding.
Mrs. Head just read the following to me, posted at one of the pregnancy forums in which she occasionally lurks.
"Unique names stand out to people more than common names."Oh god, I wish I was kidding.
So I had this idea. I'm not even going to try and explain how I got there, it would take too long. It was a Nicky Nicky Nine Doors moment, something witnessed by few, and likely only remembered by Al. As this explanation is becoming more strange with every passing sentence and is likely only heightening confusion, I'll leave it at that.
Just hear me out.
What if one were to take a nice dinner platter, add some of that superultragreenextraleafy buffet lettuce (think Sizzler), put some tits on it, and take a picture?
Tits on a Plate.
It would be all the rage in the "up and comer" pantheon of fetish sites, I just know it. If a woman's feet flopping around in goo can be popular, this can do it too. The Little Porn Idea that Could.
Think about it. All one would need is a contest and international fame would ensue.
Announce. Offer prize and conferring of title. Take submissions for a month. Get quasi-celebrity judges. Declare winner, confer title. Repeat.
After some winners, announce a larger and more prestigious contest. State or perhaps even National conferring. Maybe announce divisions in the interest of fairness. Seniors Edition for the older, more technologically sophisticated set? Look honey, Grandpa's in better spirits than we've seen him in years! Go global. Be roundly condemned and widely loved.
It could work, we have reached that level. It's a stupidity who's time has come.
(and don't even think about implementing this without cutting me in you fuckers)
(No style biting here, I swear it. BG asked for some pics. Style Bite Free since 2003. :))
The noble pig, in roast form.
Indeed, it needs something. Like more pig. Enter Bacon.
Where'd the bacon go? Where all meat should go....in the hole. (Oh, that's dirty) I went with the lengthwise incision, to ensure bacon in every slice of the roast.
Next, worcestershire, liberally. For extra worcestershire penetration, stab the roast a few times on the top and bottom. Make sure the blade goes with the grain of the meat. No, I don't know why. Instinct. The gods told me it would dishonor the memory of the pig. Just do it.
Let sit a few, then turn. Repeat, repeat, repeat, over the course of 15 mins, or so.
Place in roasting pan, cover with olive oil (that's EVOO, if you're into Rachel Ray, and holy christ, I sincerely hope you're not--if you are, I don't wanna know) and coarse ground pepper. Add a little water, cover with foil, 300-325 for 75 mins (this roast is about 2lbs).
Slice red onion thin, then rough chop. Don't toss the worcestershire/pepper mix, we're gonna use it (although you may want to stick it in the fridge since there's pork business intermingled).Take that red onion (or white, if you prefer milder) and toss it with spinach leaves, a quality honey mustard, and lemon juice. Not a lot of lemon juice, mind you, but just enough to facilitate an even-handed spreading of the honey mustard gospel to the godless spinach inhabitants. The photo is deceiving--Don't use too much honey mustard--there should only be a very light coating on the leaves. (I will now channel William Hung and let you know that "I have no professional traning of photographing")
Okay, maybe I used a bit much. It was an accident. Don't be like me.60 minutes in, I popped off the foil and coated the roast the previously pictured leftover worcestershire/ground pepper/pork business mix. Re-cover and back in the oven. Made the command decision to hit it with another 20 mins, after which I removed the foil and left it for another 7 mins to brown and carmelize a bit after basting it with some drippings.
Witness the honored pig.
(Optional: You can chop a nice organic pear and stuff it with the bacon. I was going to to that tonight, but the pear I was saving was MIA. C'est la vie, it was still goddamn delicious.)
If you're going to rape an animal, do it quick.
(Disclaimer: I am not a Perez Reader. However, Mrs. Head is still overcoming her celebrity news addiction--she pointed this out as she fell off the wagon. Again :))
"So corrupted indeed and debased was that age by sycophancy that not only the foremost citizens who were forced to save their grandeur by servility, but every exconsul, most of the ex-praetors and a host of inferior senators would rise in eager rivalry to propose shameful and preposterous motions. Tradition says that Tiberius as often as he left the Senate-House used to exclaim in Greek, "How ready these men are to be slaves." Clearly, even he, with his dislike of public freedom, was disgusted at the abject abasement of his creatures." [emphasis mine]
--The Annals by Publius Cornelius Tacitus, Book 3
Democratic Test Returns from International Herald Tribune.
267 of 301 precincts - 89 percent
John Edwards27,001 - 29 percent
Dennis Kucinich23,296 - 25 percent
Mike Gravel6,498 - 7 percent
Bill Richardson5,682 - 6 percent
Barack Obama5,471 - 6 percent
Joe Biden5,217 - 6 percent
Hillary Clinton4,753 - 5 percent
Chris Dodd3,781 - 4 percent
Michael Skok1,820 - 2 percent
Total Write-ins1,630 - 2 percent
O. Savior1,249 - 1 percent
Tom Laughlin1,159 - 1 percent
Tom Koos1,090 - 1 percent
Dal LaMagna1,052 - 1 percent
Caroline Killeen854 - 1 percent
Bill Keefe753 - 1 percent
D.R. Hunter656 - 1 percent
William Hughes588 - 1 percent
Richard Caligiuri492 - 1 percent
Kenneth Capalbo390 - 0 percent
Randy Crow296 - 0 percent
Henry Hewes194 - 0 percent
I have no idea what it means exactly, but I'm thinking someone's ass may be toast. Just a feeling. Maybe it's the 'not be broadcast or published' part.It's about 8 degrees right now, this 8:30 PM on New Years Eve. What I wanna know is this:
Where the fuck is global warming when I need it?
It's a bitchin' New Years party here, and I would wave goodbye to 2007, but I'm too huddled and shivering.
Everyone here is totally wasted. Yup, baby too. Hell, she just puked over the upstairs rail and caught her second wind. This family won't have any problem making it to midnight. Ridiculous raging parties into the wee hours is just how we roll.
One last thing....
Carson Daly, as well as the Dick Clark that came before him, can suck it.
Happy New Year