Friday, May 31, 2013

Ugh. How childish.


Tuesday, May 28, 2013

The way to a man's heart...

...or at least his arteries. A UK website devoted exclusively to the subset of the classic English Breakfast known as the Fry Up. The absence of American-style bacon is a flaw, but forgivable.

CI: Dennis

Also this, Taco Bell's signature breakfast item; sausage and eggs, in a waffle. Proves that food can be NSFW.


Thursday, May 23, 2013

Might have to see this after all...

Key line: "Can you slam me against that thing really hard?"


Monday, May 20, 2013

Ray Manzerek 1939 - 2013

Via LA Observed:


Three Weddings and a Bunch of Funerals

GoT 3.8.


Melisandre on Good Taste

"It's either the real thing or it's not. You only need a tongue to tell the difference."
-- Melisandre (Carice van Houten), Priestess of R'hllor, God of Flame and Shadow, Lord of Light, in "Second Sons," Game of Thrones 3.8


Thursday, May 16, 2013

The offspring in Burma. Sorry, Myanmar.

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You Can't Buy It at BevMo...

I've been in Maine only a few weeks a year since about 1980, and it seems I've missed a few things. Like the inexorable rise of Allen's Coffee Brandy, which for the past twenty years has been the best-selling alchoholic beverage in the state, and nowhere else. My cousin Jim mentioned the phenomenon in passing, and then I started noticing it everywhere, like at the convenience store attached to the local gas station in rural Poland.

Allen's turned up again in the novel I was reading on the plane home, Maine-author Elizabeth Hand's excellent "Generation Loss." To wit:

Generation Loss: A Novel (Hand, Elizabeth)

- Your Highlight on Page 96 | Location 1812-1820 | Added on Wednesday, May 8, 2013 9:27:05 PM

“What’s with all the coffee brandy?” I asked. “Looks like Suze is stockpiling the stuff.”

“That’s Allen’s Coffee Brandy, the Maine drug of choice. It’s lethal—70 proof. That’s how a lot of people up here get their Vitamin D—they mix it with milk and get an extra buzz from the caffeine. Kills more people than heroin does.”


"I’m talking about guys who live in old school buses and survive on blocks of government cheese.”

“And Allen’s Coffee Brandy.”

“And Allen’s Coffee Brandy,” Gryffin agreed. “Old Toby, now, he’s just a few steps ahead of them—he lives on rum and Moxie."

A simple Google search brought confirmation from an unimpeachable source.

Also this, from a Maine-based food blog, uniting all the crucial DownEast food items. Key line: "I don’t think I’ve ever been to a party in a gravel pit where there hasn’t been at least one handle of Allen’s Coffee Brandy being poured into cartons of milk."


Tuesday, May 14, 2013

"Game of Thrones" 3.7

More huge forms moving in the deep in "The Bear and the Maiden Fair".


Saturday, May 4, 2013

From my dad's blog, May 4, 2013

The poem below was written more than two years ago. The copy of The Aurorean in which it was published arrive in my mail Thursday, May 2nd. Vicki drew her last breath about 9 AM Monday, April 29th as I sat by her bed, holding her hand.

"In Lieu of Flowers"

I didn't read Sunday obituaries
beyond a glance for names,
avoiding the ages of demise
but the eyes stray.

The phrase "In lieu of flowers"
being frequent, pleases:
positivity facing the
ultimate negativity.

Suddenly the question intrudes:
what would I say at
the loss of my partner
of sixty-six years?

In lieu of flowers — let them grow.
If you find a bug
carry it carefully outside
and let it go —

as she often did:
that's what I'd say.


Never want to be too grown up to enjoy this...