Holy jumping dog!

Mad ups, son!

Nice kitty loves you.

Love Boston Terriers?

I do!

Ok, so that's probably a French bulldog, a not-too-distant relative of the Boston. Ok. Bostons!

Go Crazy!





Go Rudy!




Go Stella!



Get sexy, dogs!




Sing it, Bruce!

Great shot, kid!

Skyrim is sweet. I'm playing as an Argonian for the first time, sneaking around, blasting everyone I see, taking all their stuff. I can't get enough.

Black Friday Leftovers Abound.

Did anyone else have a vegetarian thanksgiving?

I had Morningstar Farms' riblets over spicy rice, a whole mess of mashed potatoes, corn, green bean casserole, and sweet potatoes with pecans. I didn't do any of the cooking this year.  :(

I've never had Tofurkey, but have been hearing great things about it this year. Wave any of you had it? What were your thoughts.

What are some of your favorite Thanksgiving-y vegetarian foods?

Cutes!

Four-ounce dog!

Star wars cat in Hoth battle!

Friends!

Baby tarsier!

My work here is done.

Die Antwoord: "Fok Julle Naaiers" New Music Video!

South Africa's Die Antwoord has mad a new music video after splitting with Interscope over creative differences. They have created their own label, TEN$ION, where they can do whatever the fuck they want, if for less money. The song hits really hard, and the video is appropriately creepy. And the lyrics are a bit shocking out of context.

For American viewers, who are more sensitive to certain language, Ninja has made a video called "Faggot," in which he explains DJ Hi-Tek's verse. In short, DJ Hi-Tek is homosexual, says the word has no power over him, etc. Ninja also explains the meaning of "Fok Julle Naaiers," which essentially means "Fuck you all" in Afrikaans.

Here's that video first, which I recommend watching, as it helps one to appreciate the actual meaning and context of the lyrics:




Now that Ninja has laid some knowledge on you, enjoy Die Antwoord's newest music video for "Fok Julle Naaiers":




Sies!

And yes, this does signal the coming of a new album, and I can hardly wait!

Who wants to see me give a rock to a fish?

This is the best video starring Bruno Mars, Lady Gaga, and Jay-Z you'll ever see. Been stuck in my head fo about a month now.



You guys deserve a bonus:

Happy Meowloween!

Cute and horrifying.

Heart mended.

Remember a while back when my heart was breaking because my foster dogs were moving to another foster home? The story has a nice ending.

Kassy and Kady were the two min-pin sisters. Several weeks after leaving, Kady, the smaller one, was adopted into a loving family. I had hoes the dogs would end up together, but after so long, I was happy that one had finally been adopted. Her new family loves her very much. Kady was still homeless, though.

About a month and a half later, that same family decided that one dog wasn't enough for all the love they had to share. So they adopted Kady! Now, the two sisters are reunited in a happy home, no longer moving from place to place, no longer just foster dogs. It was the best news I had heard all year.

As for me, I'll donate time and money to help animals find homes, but I realize that fostering is not for me. Even though I won't do it again, I'm so happy that I had the chance to meet those two cute and loving pups, and am grateful with the way things turned out. Now my pets get all my attention again, and I couldn't be happier.

I'm baaaaack!

Holy smokes, what a busy summer. I have so many stories, jokes, recipes, and photos to share, with a lot more in the pipeline.

Like this dirt-eating fish:



And this gif:

And check this out. If you take some firm tofu, deep-fry it until it's yellow-gold (no need to batter it), then put salt and pepper on it, it's fucking delicious.

I'm glad to be back on the Blogger community, checking out all your awesome blogs, and rebooting my own. Cheers!

The whole thing.

Handsome.

One of my favorites.

I love you Meemaw!

So, apparently Parker Brothers hired my grandmother to come up with words for Electronic CatchPhrase.

Once.

This video cracks me up. Die Antwoord is really weird, and Yolanni Vi$$er kind of creeps me out, but I can't resist absurdity blended with sarcasm.

Digital crackers.

I'm kind of obsessed with these things.

Car Fancy

As you know, I appreciate cars. Some anonymous auto journalists I know just started a car humor site, complete with original memes (the first of which is "drunk guy who still wants to give you a ride home" or something like that).

It's car-fancy.blogspot.com, and it's a hoot. Follow these boys, comment, and generally have a laugh courtesy of some snarky insiders. In the meantime, you can continue to enjoy my admittedly not-as-funny reflections on autos, games, food, and random lulz here.

TSA, unions, and security theater.

I heard today that republicans want to block TSOs from unionizing because it would be a threat to national security. That's so many shades of stupid that it gave me an instant headache. We can just go ahead and dismiss that one. First of all, the TSA doesn't keep us safe. It's a farce. Secondly, national security has nothing to do with why the Republicans don't want a TSO union. Why lie so blatantly, especially with such an absurd comment?

Now, I'll admit that I'm not really familiar with the politics of unions, never having been in one or worked with one. That said, I'm going to have to go ahead and say I'm against the TSA unionizing. That's not because I'm against unions; like I said, I don't know enough to come to such a broad conclusion. No, I'm loath to the idea because the TSA is a farce, and, as far as I understand, it would be more likely to stick around if it was legitimized by organized labor. Union fighting for the rights of workers that do more harm than good doesn't strike me as ideal. I'd rather the TSA just go away altogether.

Sort of related, but not directly: I opt out of the x-ray scanners. Why unnecessarily expose myself to radiation (and to whomever is looking at me through the screen) that might be harmful if I don't have to? I'm not saying those machines will kill me, but I'd rather have some nervous TSO feel me up than roll the dice on something that has absolutely no benefit for me or anybody else.

Um, they're all suckers?

Less than slash three.

Apologies for not posting anything in a few days. My heart has been busy breaking.

I have been fostering two dogs for a few months, and it is almost time for them to move on. This being my first time fostering an animal, I underestimated my defenselessness to becoming attached. If I didn't already have more than my fair share of pets, I would have adopted these sweethearts, but I knew coming into this that I couldn't. In fact, early on, I couldn't wait for these little rascals to leave. Now, though, they've become such loving companions, and I find myself loving them back, despite my attempts to remain objective.

I haven't felt a sense of loss like this since my mother died. I should have known I'd likely have trouble letting go. It was the right things to rescue these pups, but now it's so hard to say goodbye, knowing that I'll probably never see them again.

This fucking sucks. </3

Beautiful evil.

So, my layout for this blog depicts a hummingbird feeding on a flower (look to the left of this text). That flower is from a tree common in warmer climes in North and South America. That tree scares the crap out of me.

 

It belongs to the genus Datura. It's better known as jimson weed, angel's trumpet, or more appropriately, devil's trumpet. The plant Datura stramonium contains a chemical called scopolamine:

Scopolamine has practical uses, for instance, preventing motion sickness. But, more importantly, it's a really dangerous drug that basically makes a person totally obedient to suggestion, while still appearing lucid, and not remembering anything while under its influence. In Columbia (and elsewhere), scopolamine has been used to get people to give over their money, belongings, and their body, all "willingly." Vice has a couple riveting videos, where Ryan Duffy visits Columbia to learn more about the nefarious uses of devil's trumpet.

Part One:



Part Two:



I was in Florida earlier this year, and came across some sort of Datura. I took a flower, and showed it to a local at my hotel. He called it "angel's trumpet," and told me about how it was recently in the local news. Apparently, some teenagers made a tea out of it to try to get high. It ended up killing them.

Beautiful flower, though.

Exhausted, and I'm not even drunk yet.

Today was a really long day. Got up early to be on the radio, then spent the afternoon doing a photo shoot (which involved spending a lot of time outside in the freezing cold). In a few minutes, it's off to the boutique for a few hours. There, I'll probably get a head start on drinking. Afterward, unless people twist my arm enough to go out, I'll come home and play Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood.

I completed Fallout: New Vegas in just one of the many possible ways, but I'm gonna lay off that one for a while. I'm looking forward to a game where I don't have to make so many decisions, and I can just pick it up and play it for a few minutes at a time if I want. A game where nobod— OH MY GOD A PUPPY IN A BLANKET!

Chevrolet revealed the Camaro ZL1 today.

The 2012 Camaro ZL1 just bowed in Chicago. It has a 6.2-liter supercharged LSA V-8, good for 550 horsepower. Six-speed manual with a racing clutch. Dual-mode exhaust, like the Corvette. Magnetic Ride suspension, like the Cadillac CTS-V. Brembo Brakes.

Sounds pretty damned hot, but will it cannibalize CTS-V (or even Corvette) sales? I guess my answer is, "Who cares?" as long as I get to drive it.

Mullety muscle!

A-ha! I knew I had it somewhere.

Earlier, I posted my recipe for fried hominy, but I couldn't find a photo to go along with it. Well, I found one. This is what it looks like when it's just about done:

Mmmm, mmm! Goes down great with a cerveza and a shot of tequila.

For this recipe, I used a couple of those hot cherry bell peppers, and left some of the seeds in for extra heat.

Play around with it. Let me know if you find any tasty variations.

Moments earlier.

This is what he looked like before I turned his head into a chair.

Dog, I love this game.

Anyone else play Fallout?

In the future, chairs are a lot different.

I'll just leave this here.

Come on babe!

Foodies, take note. This guy is awesome:



I love his truck too. Gonna go home and make some damn spaetzle now.

Makin' biscuits.

Check out those creepy/cute paws!

"Hominy, hominy, hominy, hominy, num, num, num"

That's a Nelly Furtado quote, I think.

Anyway, I was messing around in the kitchen and made up a really easy vegetarian Hominy recipe. It makes a great starchy side dish, or a light, filling meal.

Ingredients:
-1 big ass (I think it's like 29 oz.) can of Hominy, drained & rinsed (I use Juanitas, found in the Mexican aisle)
-2 Hot peppers, diced (or sometimes i use one of those tiny cans of green chiles)
-1/2 to 1 (depending on how much you like onion) red oninon, chopped
-Olive oil (non-veg, traditional recipe uses bacon grease)
-Salt
-Pepper
-Chili Powder (optional)
-Lime juice (optional)

Instructions:

Heat up some olive oil in a big ass pan or wok. Toss in hominy. Let that simmer real low and heat up. Add more oil to lightly coat the kernels.

Toss in onions and peppers. Stir until you get the onions just how you want them. I like 'em a little transparent, a little caramelized.

Add salt, pepper, and chili powder to taste. Splash a little bit of lime juice in there if you want. Mix it all up, let it soak in.

Put it on a plate and nom.

The leftovers are really good, too. Like chili, the flavors really mature overnight.

I love this man:

green at hart

Hi guys!

This blog is about everything! Praying mantises, check. Cars, check. Karate, check. People named Doug, yessir.

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