No, no -- that's not what we do

I don't care that he's a Nobel Peace Prize winner. That's a no-no outfit. Not to mention, the mixing of patterns is just, um, wrong.

McBomination

I dunno which is worse, the mouse-eared nuggets or the mouse-eared patty.

It's pretty awful what we do to other animals, particularly in the context of the fast food industry; but this is adding insult to injury:

It's *just* snow, people. Get a grip.

I'd been waiting and waiting for a great big snowstorm, since the last snowstorm that managed to shut anything down occurred back in '02 (in NYC). Wouldn't you know it, the minute I move away, the NE gets hit with not one but two big azz storms. Grrr.

As I type this, the Washington metro area is getting hit with significant snowfall; an actual blizzard. That said, it's just snow, people! Get a grip.

Is there a need for this:


Or this?

It's not like anyone's living in the middle of the woods, hundreds of miles away from their closest neighbor and/or civilization. If you really do run out of food (highly doubtful that there would be NOTHING left in your pantry after a day or two of being "trapped" indoors), I'm sure you could order in. If the pizza guy won't deliver, there's always Chinese.

Also, it doesn't help that even the WaPo is getting into it by declaring the current state a "snowmaggedon". Really, WaPo? Really???

MJ -- a failed tribute

photo by sea kay

Reason 93 (not in order of importance) as to why I do not miss the MTA

Not having to deal with random screamers:


That said, I'm surprised to see the identity of the screamer in the video. I used to see her all the time, at least once or twice a week, on the 4/5 between Brooklyn and midtown; but never heard her say more than her usual script of "sorry to disturb you, I don't smoke, do drugs, etc., but am homeless and need your help..." etc. Actually, I never saw her sit. A relatively mild-mannered panhandler as compared to other panhandlers on the MTA system, she was always moving from one end of the car to the other as she repeated her script. From the announcement towards the end it sounds like she was on her usual route of the 4/5. I wonder what pushed her over the edge, that is, other than her mother.

Thinking waay too much about food, but I'm not the only one

Sometimes I wonder if I spend too much of my waking hours thinking about what I'm going to be eating next -- something that the B, Memphis and I have in common (though in their case, I hope they aren't wondering as much because really there isn't that much variety in what they're eating day-to-day).

Anyway, I think that's why I enjoy food blogs so much because those freaks are even more food-obsessed than me. Also, every once in a while I'll see something like the chart to the right that makes me smile (even if most of the food offered by these joints are strictly verboten). Still, it's a fun trip down the choose-your-own-adventure-memory-lane.

The original post appeared here.

Big Head

Baby Shannon has a big head.

What?

It's true.

Random Look-a-like

Perez Hilton and Jonathan Holmes.

Who?

Um, that's why it's random.

So very very wrong

I don't recall what it was that I was reading when I came across this weird site that had matching slutty outfits for women and their dogs. Now I'm all for empowering women to express their sexuality, even for those who use Halloween as their excuse to be extra ho-y. That said, there's got to be a line drawn. What weirdo would want to slut up their dogs in matching outfits??? And what kinda site would promote such a site with pics like the ones below (esp the one on the left -- ewww):


Now I'm sure some would say that it's all harmless fun, and that the dogs don't know any better. Well, I'm not so convinced that's true. This particular pup below seems to be know that something don't seem right:


Those are "help me" eyes if I've ever seen them.

Hypocrites are bad, but liars are worse

It's been over a month since the Queen of Locovores, Alice Waters, announced to the world that out of all the foods she would choose as her last meal shark fins soup. This in itself was somewhat amusing giving Ms. Water's philosophy of eating locally; and it would've been just that if she'd left it there. However, when Anthony Bourdaine quipped that this was not "local", she responded, "[n]ow, I don't know, I've never gone out there, but we know there's sharks off the California coast. I'd be getting someone to take those fins off." Um, ok. So, shed get someone to go cut off fins from sharks just so she can have someone make her some shark fin soup???

Unsuprisingly, the hypocrisy of her response, not to mention the inhumane tone of it, landed her in hot PR water.

And here is where I get really annoyed.

Through a press relase through the Humane Society, Ms. Waters claimed that she'd only recently learned that "every year tens of millions of sharks, their fins brutally sliced off, are thrown back into the ocean to die." Um, Alice, wasn't this very thing you said you had wanted someone to do for you? Not to mention, how believeable is that that a well-traveled and experienced chef, esp. one in SF with its sizeable Chinese population, didn't know where shark fins come from?

It's one thing to say something surprisingly ignorant, it's another to later lie about it. The lying really gets me. That's probably why I had such a visceral reaction upon seeing her photo for an article she'd written about her start-up days in SF. Goodness I wanted to punch that smiling face of hers.

Vandalism I can Support

and my favorite:
weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

Stuff that I thought was obvious...

Example number 1: When we refer to someone as “yellow”, we consider them to be what? Not a trick question people; but evidently for one child it was rather tricky. I wonder if the set got a little chilly after that.

Example number 2: What does one refer to these types of Roman numerals -- "i", "ii", "iii"? Romanettes, of course. I thought everyone knew this, esp. someone who's probably spent the past couple of decades, if not more, reading, writing, and referring to them.

I dunno. Am I expect too much?

Synergy Fail

I'd like to meet the brains behind this nonsensical example of synergy, cuz you know when I think G.I. Joe, I think Norton Internet Security and vice versa:


Not that the whole "synergy" thing in the corporate context isn't completely bollocks anyway; but i found this example particularly egregious.

Casu Marzu -- WTF???

I thought I loved all things Italian, at least with respect to food. That is until I read about casu marzu, i.e. rotten pecorino cheese. I mean I'm all for appreciating cultural differences and traditions, but this goes waaaay too far. I mean anywhere else in the world one would know that one's food is nass and rotty cuz it's populated by maggots, but in Sardinia that's how one knows that one's casu marzu is ready to eat. They actually want the little buggers in there! They want flies to infest the cheese and lay their eggs there, so that their larval spawns will eat their way throughout the cheese leaving broken-down digested fats that is the essence of casu marzu. Btw, you'd know that your casu marzu was bad if all the maggots are dead. how's that for irony? As if all that isn't bad enough, the maggots don't always die when you eat them (yes, you eat them with the "cheese") since they can survive stomach acid, they *can* live on in your stomach for some time causing lacerations with their nasty little mouthhooks. O_O!!!

Wanna watch the whole nass process of how the cheese is made and consumed? Click here if you're sure.

Mon Dieu, le sandwich

In as many weeks there's been these articles in US papers regarding the uptick in the popularity of sandwiches in France, especially as this rise coincides with the decline of traditional lunchtime dining. Makes me wonder if Americans are doing more hand-wringing than the French over what is being lost, i.e. romanticized images of three-hour lunches along the Seine. Next.

Memphis was a bitz last night

Of late, Mister Mister has taken to mewing rather loudly in the middle of the night while he wanders from room to room. I don't know what the problem is but I'm hoping that this behavior will be short-lived. As it is, he's being quite the bitz by constantly waking the the other denizens of our little abode at all hours of the night. Anyway, let's hope for his sake that there will be fewer instances caterwauling, cuz if he doesn't, I'll have to introduce him to my little friend -- the squirt bottle.

Baraklingon, or fun with Photoshop

From today's NYT --->

Also captioned, "Trekkies, er, Trekkers... we are everywhere."

Catching Up

Readers will be happy to hear that the animuls are safe and sound. As promised, I've returned from being out of town for the past couple of weeks. Part of the for the reason seen in the footage below:


I have to admit that the whole thing was a bit surreal seeing my little sister getting hitched. That's the thing, I suppose... that is, no matter what, I'll always think of her as my little sister:

Giraffes crack me up

Condolences to Markie Post

Condolences to Coach Sherrie Coale, a/k/a Markie Post, and the Lady Sooners for not making it to the finals of the NCAA Women's Basketball finals. She and her team expended a fantastic effort and I'm sorry to see them go. That said, this definitely leaves Coach Coale with more time for her other career.