Bacon, The Obsession, is being examined over at Salon.
Economists' predictions of $4 a gallon tipping point for Americans to drastically change their behavior, have apparently borne out. (Via Freakonomics.) Today I was reading that gas is actually down $4 a barrel. Who wants to bet we see $5 before the end of the year anyway?
Anyone else deeply concerned about the likely military cover up of the probable murder (and possible rape) of Pfc. LaVena Johnson? A soldier who, according to the US military, committed suicide by shooting herself with a rifle, pouring acid on her own crotch and self-immolating. Perhaps this would have worked if Pfc. Johnson's father wasn't a doctor.... Find out more here.
Showing posts with label bacon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bacon. Show all posts
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Monday, August 20, 2007
A link dump?
Just what you always wanted!
World's Costliest Ham Triggers Pork Envy
Amusing and Irritating excerpts:
Likening it to a Mount Olympus of pork.
"This is the best ham in the world because it comes from the best pig in the world," [That's some pig!]
Democrats just noticed missing testes.
Via Slate's Today's Papers.
The NYT lead says Congress accidentally gave President George Bush the power to conduct warrantless searches and seizures when it passed a wiretapping bill earlier this month. Democrats are embarrassed they voted without understanding language that would allow—among other things—some physical searches, and the collection of business records, without a court order.
Alternate titles:
Plot from Arrested Development Ominously True in Congress
Congress: 'Rights must be around here somewhere.'
To Congress: 'Have you tried looking under the couch?'
Slate's Article on The Poetry of Guantanamo
In "To My Father," by Abdullah Thani Faris Al Anazi, the poet writes:
O Father, this is a prison of injustice.
Its iniquity makes the mountains weep.
I have committed no crime and am guilty of no offense.
Curved claws have I,
But I have been sold like a fattened sheep.
World's Costliest Ham Triggers Pork Envy
Amusing and Irritating excerpts:
Likening it to a Mount Olympus of pork.
"This is the best ham in the world because it comes from the best pig in the world," [That's some pig!]
Maldonado has yet to set a price for customers who buy the 13-pound hams directly from him, but the food site Ibergour.com has a dozen for sale at $2,100 each, and is accepting $250 deposits.
Is it ridiculous to pay that for a piece of pig? [WTF. YES. And this is coming from me.]
Democrats just noticed missing testes.
Via Slate's Today's Papers.
The NYT lead says Congress accidentally gave President George Bush the power to conduct warrantless searches and seizures when it passed a wiretapping bill earlier this month. Democrats are embarrassed they voted without understanding language that would allow—among other things—some physical searches, and the collection of business records, without a court order.
Alternate titles:
Plot from Arrested Development Ominously True in Congress
Congress: 'Rights must be around here somewhere.'
To Congress: 'Have you tried looking under the couch?'
Slate's Article on The Poetry of Guantanamo
In "To My Father," by Abdullah Thani Faris Al Anazi, the poet writes:
O Father, this is a prison of injustice.
Its iniquity makes the mountains weep.
I have committed no crime and am guilty of no offense.
Curved claws have I,
But I have been sold like a fattened sheep.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Thought of the Day: Pig and Monkey Edition
1. Ways I could get rich:
-Old men have needs too... or so I hear.
-Slip and fall at Macy's, sue.
-Be prescribed allergy meds, grow third eye, sue.
-Fake own death for life insurance.
-Grave rob?
-Get knocked up by celebrity. Extort.
-Find buried treasure.
-Online adult film entrepreneur.
-Leprechaun.
2. Things that are similar to Christmas:
Paris Hilton in Jail.
Paris Hilton put back in jail.
3. Last night I sat down and sorted the 1.5 foot tall pile of comics that I need to catch up on and now I am EXHAUSTED and the floor of my tiny studio apartment is covered in piles of comics. That being said, some of my favorite comics are reaching their end and if I catch up soon I will have (almost) no books with pictures (GASP). Let me know if you have any snazzy recommendations.
4. My high school reunion is next year and I have done nothing with myself. Quick! Someone give me an idea on how to make myself impressive in 12 months or less!
5. Today irritating coworker was condescending to the point that she (literally) patted me on the head and called me "honey." I refrained from saying, "I'll cut you." But only just.
6. I'm trying to think of amusing stories to but on this here blog. You can make suggestions. That's always good. No pressure. Really. But you could.
7. I typed bacon monkey into Google Images and got the following. I consider this funny. You should consider yourself warned.
-Old men have needs too... or so I hear.
-Slip and fall at Macy's, sue.
-Be prescribed allergy meds, grow third eye, sue.
-Fake own death for life insurance.
-Grave rob?
-Get knocked up by celebrity. Extort.
-Find buried treasure.
-Online adult film entrepreneur.
-Leprechaun.
2. Things that are similar to Christmas:
Paris Hilton in Jail.
Paris Hilton put back in jail.
3. Last night I sat down and sorted the 1.5 foot tall pile of comics that I need to catch up on and now I am EXHAUSTED and the floor of my tiny studio apartment is covered in piles of comics. That being said, some of my favorite comics are reaching their end and if I catch up soon I will have (almost) no books with pictures (GASP). Let me know if you have any snazzy recommendations.
4. My high school reunion is next year and I have done nothing with myself. Quick! Someone give me an idea on how to make myself impressive in 12 months or less!
5. Today irritating coworker was condescending to the point that she (literally) patted me on the head and called me "honey." I refrained from saying, "I'll cut you." But only just.
6. I'm trying to think of amusing stories to but on this here blog. You can make suggestions. That's always good. No pressure. Really. But you could.
7. I typed bacon monkey into Google Images and got the following. I consider this funny. You should consider yourself warned.
Sewing with Swine
Instructions for the creation of a Bacon Place Mat. Can also be used to make a bacon bowl.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
I will not steal content, I will not steal content. I will not steal content....
Ok, maybe just a little...
Bacon is patient, bacon is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Bacon does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Bacon never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
Bacon is patient, bacon is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Bacon does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Bacon never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
Check out Six Degrees of Bacon. You will love it.
Just another teaser:
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Thursday, May 03, 2007
All for Naught
I am SO tempted to write 'all for naught-y' instead, but lately my idea of naughty involves labeling all of my archived posts to jack up my rss feed. (HA! Lazy rss users, take that!)
If you recall I was busy moping over my crazy neighbor, needing to move, needing a new job, and other trepidations.
Well, apparently the cops came by last Friday to speak with Crazy Neighbor and she promptly gave notice. She is moving out this month. Hoooooray!!
Additionally, the interview that I felt went very badly didn't go so badly after all and while they are not having me back for a second interview for that job they are having me back for a second interview for a perfectly good related position. So I'm mostly not a complete failure! Hooray!
So with two worries out of the way I can resume not-moping. I guess I am the kind of person who needs a certain number of elements in life to be ok. Once too many areas of my life are in the air or worse yet, sucking, I get uhm... wilty.
In honor of this momentous occasion I offer you Happy Bacon Cat!
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Perhaps a bacon dispenser would improve my day.
I'm too busy moping to blog and blogging my mopes just results in cheerful email from concerned persons.
Instead I will post an amusing (to me) picture.
So, here it is: The Bacon Dispenser.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
N = C + {fb(cm) · fb(tc)} + fb(Ts) + fc · ta
The New York Times is reporting that scientists at Leeds Uni have discovered the formula for a perfect bacon sandwich. Hint= 2 pieces of white bread with crispy bacon.
Of course because I am a genius, I discovered this formula in second grade. (Although I like my bread toasted and with a small dab of butter- for health's sake...)
Thanks for the link, Paul, you made my granola and yogurt entirely unsatisfying.
Of course because I am a genius, I discovered this formula in second grade. (Although I like my bread toasted and with a small dab of butter- for health's sake...)
Thanks for the link, Paul, you made my granola and yogurt entirely unsatisfying.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
I was saving this for a special occasion, but I can't get it together today.
Darling, that bacon isn't ready yet.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Friday, September 01, 2006
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
breaking up is hard to do
Dear Cow,
Sure, we had our day in the sun. Yesterday I felt magically transformed by your sassy top sirloin and the sexy bacon burger and kabobs that followed. Perfectly cooked and well seasoned, you were a beautiful thing to behold. But come evening, where was the blissful feeling of satisfaction? Where were you, Cow, as I rolled around in agony? Were you there to hold my hand, Cow, or was that you assaulting my digestive system?
I know it’s hard for you to understand; but last night I watched Club Dread and realized that the intense nausea and stomach pain wasn’t just the most obvious side-effect of watching that movie; but in fact was you, Cow. As I lay there feeling as though you might erupt from my stomach Pinatubo style—I knew it was over.
I can’t deny that I’m attracted to you, and I know there will be times when I come running back for a cheeseburger during happy hour or a tiny filet mignon wrapped in succulent bacon on a date; but Cow, you and I are through.
I’m sorry to hurt you this way and I hope you understand that I’m doing this for the both of us.
Be strong for me, Cow.
q.
Dear Pig,
I know you’re upset about these rumors you may have heard, and you have every right to be upset. But that thing with Cow, that meant nothing to me. Cow is nothing to you Pig. I guess I was just confused- this Cow did come with bacon. Really it was the bacon that convinced me to have the Cow in the first place. You know I lose all control around bacon. When I was with Cow, all I could think of was you, Pig. I know it will be a while before you can forgive me, but I think things can go back to the way they were. I know I may have lost your trust, but I’ve got a twice baked potato and nice spinach salad at my place if you want to come over tonight, and I swear I’ll make it up to you….
With Undying Affection,
q.
Sure, we had our day in the sun. Yesterday I felt magically transformed by your sassy top sirloin and the sexy bacon burger and kabobs that followed. Perfectly cooked and well seasoned, you were a beautiful thing to behold. But come evening, where was the blissful feeling of satisfaction? Where were you, Cow, as I rolled around in agony? Were you there to hold my hand, Cow, or was that you assaulting my digestive system?
I know it’s hard for you to understand; but last night I watched Club Dread and realized that the intense nausea and stomach pain wasn’t just the most obvious side-effect of watching that movie; but in fact was you, Cow. As I lay there feeling as though you might erupt from my stomach Pinatubo style—I knew it was over.
I can’t deny that I’m attracted to you, and I know there will be times when I come running back for a cheeseburger during happy hour or a tiny filet mignon wrapped in succulent bacon on a date; but Cow, you and I are through.
I’m sorry to hurt you this way and I hope you understand that I’m doing this for the both of us.
Be strong for me, Cow.
q.
Dear Pig,
I know you’re upset about these rumors you may have heard, and you have every right to be upset. But that thing with Cow, that meant nothing to me. Cow is nothing to you Pig. I guess I was just confused- this Cow did come with bacon. Really it was the bacon that convinced me to have the Cow in the first place. You know I lose all control around bacon. When I was with Cow, all I could think of was you, Pig. I know it will be a while before you can forgive me, but I think things can go back to the way they were. I know I may have lost your trust, but I’ve got a twice baked potato and nice spinach salad at my place if you want to come over tonight, and I swear I’ll make it up to you….
With Undying Affection,
q.
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