My good friend, A. (for Anonymous), was recently the target of a very strange package indeed. Being a female and having some public recognition, she is apparently an ideal target for some pen-pal romance from beyond the gates of prison. The package came to her work place, where the perp. knew he could reach her.… Continue reading Prison Love
The “if-it’s-not-widely-known-it-should-be” site, The Sneeze, delights me with the “Steve, Don’t Eat It!” section. Amy turned me onto this site a year or more ago and this one particular article on prison wine is one of the funniest things ever. I continue to go back and read this from time to time and laugh out… Continue reading Hooch Wine
Ze Frank is making a cult and it’s called Sports Racer. The most ridiculous stream of knowledge and comedy interwine in a delicate fabric each day for a broad array of both old and new viewers. As a new viewer, there’s even a short segment at the beginning to welcome you. You people really need… Continue reading Dear Sports Racer Fans
In what could very well be a new *thing*, I’ve indulged in a new cheese never before known to my palate. It was Isi’s (soon to have a linkable blog) inspiration that got me to do this. That is, Isi talked about a “Tour de Cheese” to have a chance at trying lots of different… Continue reading Drunken Goat Cheese
A co-worker brought in a copy of Food & Wine magazine for my perusal this morning. It includes an article on coffee, the result of which is from “410 man-hours [of] tasting 157 coffees and testing 67 coffeemakers (not to mention 10 grinders) to find the best of the best.” This is something I can… Continue reading An Obsessive’s Guide to Coffee
“It was time for the white. Wine tasters refer to a wine’s aroma as its ‘nose.’ This wine’s nose was a rectum.” Amy turned me onto thesneeze.com this evening. This site it so perfectly a match for my humor. I quickly browsed the site’s ‘toys’ with my wife with great delight. I’ve now read a… Continue reading The Sneeze – Half zine. Half blog. Half not good with fractions.
We traveled out to my mom’s place, Dancing Goat’s Farm, for the day. There we visited with her and my grandmother and her sister. They’re “refugees of Hurricane Ivan” as Gwen (my grand aunt) put it. At any rate, my mom enlightened us to the behavior of a male goat with a field of female… Continue reading The Epitome of Disgusting Males