Sunday Burst of Weird and AWESOME!

Oddities and Awesome abound!

:: OK, I like Krull too, but let’s not go crazy here, folks. (Especially if you can’t even get your LOTR facts right!)

:: I’m not the biggest fan of steampunk in the world, but it’s a fun little subgenre that does yield some awfully nifty stuff from time to time. Case in point:

:: One subset of blogs that are always fun to follow are what I call the “One man’s obsession” blogs: blogs which are devoted to a person’s singular pursuit of something, be it a hobby or particular area of interest. A great example is Slice Harvester, wherein a guy is blogging his way through a slice of pizza from every pizza joint in New York City. Don’t read this blog on an empty stomach, of course.

More next week!

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In the Garden of Eatin’

I haven’t done a food-related post in a while, so here’s…a food-related post.

:: Every summer, as we reach the final weeks of August, the sweet corn starts to get really good ’round these parts, and we have corn-on-the-cob with just about every meal. (Well, not quite. Never tried it with pancakes.) And our favorite item to feature alongside the corn is the good old BLT sandwich. But we take our BLTs fairly seriously; no thin-sliced bacon cooked to death served on boring white bread with iceberg lettuce here, nosiree! It’s whole grain bread, nicely toasted; lots of richly green leaf lettuce; thick slices of fresh (and local) tomato; nice-sized slices of red onion (technically making our sandwiches ‘BLOTs’); and, of course, slices of thick-cut bacon cooked just to the point where it’s starting to crisp.

BLT

We’ll serve this menu two or three times in just a couple of weeks. And then, we won’t have BLTs again until the waning days of next summer.

:: Picnics are another pleasure we like to indulge in the warmer months, pretty much like everyone else. Our picnic fare is similar to everyone else’s: sandwiches, chips, and some fresh fruit. We like to buy nice, crusty rolls, like Ciabatta, and put fine meats and more green leaf lettuce (or Romaine, depending on what we have) and some Provolone on the roll. Serve with chips, it’s an entire meal.

Picnic food

:: Chips with cheese dip:

Chips with cheese dip

No, we didn’t make these. This dish is from a local Mexican restaurant which we’ve tried a few times and have found…OK. The place is decent enough, and it has a great looking interior and the service is never a train wreck, but it hasn’t really wow‘d us of yet. In truth, we’re still looking for a place to fill the void in our lives left behind by the local departure of Don Pablo’s. Sigh….

:: This one, however, I did make. One weekend we were grocery shopping, and we realized we had no dinner plans for that Sunday evening. So I grabbed a fairly cheap roast of beef, and the next morning, I mixed up a batch of this barbecue sauce, dumped it in the crockpot, submerged the beef in the sauce, and let the thing simmer away on “low” for ten hours. When I removed the roast, it looked like this:

Shredded Beef I

Then I took a couple of forks and shredded the thing. It was so tender, this only took about a minute and very little effort; the meat was falling apart, which is exactly what we wanted.

Shredded Beef II

We served the meat on toasted rolls. Shredded meat sandwiches are awesome! On the side, roasted potatoes. Yum! Seriously, this was about as low-effort a meal as I’ve ever made. So easy.

:: I’ve mentioned this joint before, but I always like to repeat myself. Some of our favorite places to eat are “road food” joints, the places that are plunked on the side of the street, where you order and pick up at a window and eat at an outside window. Our favorite such place is Taffy’s, which is very well-known in the Buffalo Southtowns.

Taffy's

There actually is some indoor seating here, but that amounts to three or four tables and three spots at a very tightly cramped counter. The attraction here is the outside, the benches that rock back and forth, the oldies on the stereo, and watching the cars go by at one of the area’s busier intersections. The food is your typical fare at such a place: burgers, sausages, fries, and an enormous menu of milkshakes. (In the photo, see the lady with the backpack there? To her left is a white menuboard. That menu is nothing but milkshake flavors.) Taffy’s was actually in the news recently when a customer received a single curly fry that was several feet long. We’ve never been that lucky, but it’s still fun to eat there.

Here’s what I had last time, the “Western Philly Cheesesteak sandwich”:

Western Philly Steak Sandwich

The “Western” part is the barbecue sauce poured onto a standard cheesesteak. Still, this thing was Teh Awesome!

:: Let’s see, what else? Oh yeah, dessert. Which is usually ice cream. Hooray for ice cream!

Firstly, I was thrilled to see that a flavor The Wife and I dearly loved but which disappeared from the freezer cases across Western New York years ago, is finally back. Behold…Perry’s White Lightning!

White Lightning!

If you can’t read the label, it’s dark chocolate ice cream that has a white chocolate and mint swirl running through it. Oh man, is this stuff good.

Our favorite place to go out for ice cream is a little roadside joint called Route 20 Ice Cream, which is just down the road from us.

It’s done up in the style of a gas station from the 1940s or thereabouts, complete with a couple of antique cars nicely fixed up and parked there and antique pumps, like this one for “Sky Chief” gasoline:

Behold Sky Chief!

(Sky Chief was a premium gas blend put out by Texaco years ago. A friend told me this over on Flickr, and that’s indeed the case, according to Wikipedia. Cool!)

Of course, the ever-present danger in a place like this is choosing what to have. You spend a lot of time behind people staring at the menu, like these two ne’er-do-wells:

So whadda ya want???

Rapscallions, I say!

:: And of course, at the end of the day, you just want to ease into relaxation mode by quaffing a nice beverage.

Quaffin'

I don’t remember what beer I was drinking when I took this, but I got that gorgeous mug at the Sterling RenFest this year. It’s now my favorite implement for the consumption of fine lagers and ales. Huzzah!!

And that’s the recent story in food here at Casa Jaquandor.

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Billy Dee in Three Dee!

I’m not terribly interested, one way or the other, in George Lucas’s plans to do a 3D conversion of the Star Wars movies. I dunno, just color me apathetic about the whole thing. Generally I’m not that interested in 3D to begin with, so this strikes me as more of a “novelty” project than anything else. I am amused by the upwelling of the same old chorus that pipes up every time George Lucas does anything at all that is Star Wars-related these days, the “Doesn’t he have enough of my money!” wailing from people who, if they had a wildly successful franchise of their own that made more money every time they did something with it, would do the exact same thing. I just simply plan to not give Lucas my money this time around, and not because I’m mad at him, but because I’m simply not interested in Star Wars in 3D.

(Now, if there are concurrent 2D re-releases of the films in theaters, then, Uncle George will probably get some more of my money! I’d love to see the films on the silver screen again.)

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Readin’

A couple of book notes:

:: A while back, Michael May recommended a book called Napoleon’s Pyramids, which sounded right up my alley:

I had high hopes for Napoleon’s Pyramids. It promised a lot: a swashbuckling hero, a mysterious medallion, an evil count, and an Indiana Jones-esque adventure to unlock the secrets of the pyramids. I’ve learned to be skeptical though about stories that sound too good to be true. There’s always something wrong. The hero is unlikable, the Maguffin is dull, the villain is unbelievable, or the adventure is a bait-and-switch that promises much more than it ever intended to deliver. Napoleon’s Pyramids has none of these problems. It’s exactly what it claims to be and so much more.

I’ll second his recommendation, with one caveat. This book is like a cross between Indiana Jones and the National Treasure movies, set in the Napoleonic era. There are secret societies, ancient prophecies, present-day people who are guardians of ancient lore, exciting chases, thrilling escapes, and interesting characters. You have the French army, the English navy, American spies, mysterious Egyptians, and even Gypsies. All this is mixed together in a plot that is a lot of fun — so much so that you expect to hear music by John Williams or Jerry Goldsmith while you read it.

The book’s pacing slows down a bit as we move into the middle third of the book, but as soon as I became concerned about that, the book picked right back up again. There are twists that are predictable, but I think those are there to distract attention from the twists that are not predictable — and there are quite a few of those.

My one caveat, that I mention above? Michael May did mention that the book is the start of a series. He did not mention that this one ends on a cliffhanger. Aieee!!!

:: Grease Monkey is fantastic. I loved it. What is Grease Monkey? It’s a graphic novel, originally serialized online but now available in a trade paperback, about a young mechanic who comes to live on a giant space cruiser, where he hopes to get a job working on the fighter ships. He is assigned to work with Mac Gimbensky, the very experienced, and very crusty, older mechanic who just happens to be a gorilla.

All of this is in the wake of an alien invasion of Earth, and a subsequent visit by aliens who “uplift” gorillas to human levels of intelligence. The book tells the story of their unfolding relationship, and their trials and tribulations on an immense warship that is a society of its own, with competing squadrons, weaselly mechanics out to steal each others’ secrets, cranky librarians, military officers who desperately want control over everything, and, as our young hero discovers, girls.

As a collected webcomic, Grease Monkey is pretty episodic in structure; there’s no plot that ties everything together, but there are arcs to follow as creator Tim Eldred opens up more and more of his world. The entire story, though, takes place on this one ship, and the whole conceit is great; it’s wonderfully refreshing to read a SF/space opera story where the Admirals and Captains are only supporting characters, and we instead focus on the mechanics who are just trying to keep the fighters flying and find time in between to have dates and read their favorite books.

Grease Monkey also has a wonderful sense of humor. I laughed out loud plenty of times while reading it, and some of the chapters turn out to be elaborate set-ups for jokes that only pay off in the very last panel or two.

Grease Monkey is great stuff. Read it!

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Holy crap….

A while back, my friend Kerry had her second baby, and she gave birth in an unplanned home birth. Shortly thereafter, she rode the ambulance with the baby to the hospital for follow-up stuff and…all the stuff they do with newborns and whatnot.

Kerry got billed for the two-mile ride $978. Ouch. (That’s $.18 a foot.) I’ve long known that ambulance rides are a pretty stunning racket these days; we got a whopper of a bill for our two ambulance experiences, and we noticed that while the EMTs who drive and staff the ambulances are terrific people, their billing departments are staffed by ghouls and parasites. Not only do they get that bill into your hands nice and quick, they also turn the bill over to collections even nicer and quicker.

But what gets me about Kerry’s story isn’t the amount she was billed. It’s that they billed the baby too. Come on, now.

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In the stacks


DSC_0582, originally uploaded by St.Ku.

I saw this photo at Bookshelf Porn, and I liked it a lot, so I figured I’d use it here. But I wanted to credit it properly, so I had to follow a series of links from BookshelfPorn until I got to the place it originated. Still, though, it’s a really nice photo!

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Post hoc, ergo….

This morning, the TODAY Show (don’t ask me why it was on, I loathe the morning shows) did a story about a chef in a New York City area restaurant who killed himself by jumping from the George Washington Bridge. It turns out that three years ago, this fellow came in for some pretty harsh criticism via Gordon Ramsay on the Kitchen Nightmares show. So of course, TODAY‘s segment focused almost entirely on the Ramsay angle, highlighting the fact that a contestant on Hell’s Kitchen also killed herself after her appearance on that show. (Here’s a CBS story with details.)

Now, the TODAY segment didn’t come right out and imply that Ramsay’s harsh criticism was a factor in the suicides, but it didn’t really highlight any other thoughts about what might have driven these two people (of hundreds that Ramsay has interacted with on his shows) to suicide. So, did Ramsay’s tough words and rants play a role? I’m inclined to doubt it. Take it from someone who knows: the restaurant industry is not exactly a biz where you’ll find lots of well-adjusted folks working in low-stress environments.

Come to that, I wonder what the suicide rate is for restaurant workers, anyway. We only heard about these two by virtue of their connection with one of the most famous of all celebrity chefs, after all.

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The Behaviors of Mr. Costanza

I’ve been a fan of Seinfeld for years – even the much-lamented ninth and final season. I didn’t even hate the series finale, even though it wasn’t nearly as funny as it should have been; I thought it was a nifty idea to wrap up the series, even if the execution wasn’t what we might have hoped. I’m not sure I can name my favorite character, but there’s a good chance that it would be George.

Why George? Well, everyone’s there for a different version of insanity. From Elaine, we get female insanity; from Kramer, we get pure insanity that’s not really grounded in any form of reality. From Jerry we get pure narcissism, and from George, there’s the insanity that comes from being an eternal loser. I just tend to find the bizarre things that befall George, and the even more bizarre ways he responds to them, to be the heart of the show’s humor. George is a guy who always mistakes opportunity for a chance to remain inert, and vice versa; so consistent is George in his instincts always being wrong that one of the show’s better episodes actually had George consciously choosing to do the exact opposite of what his immediate instincts called him to do, with George tasting actual success as a result.

Throughout the show’s run, George Costanza engaged in one bizarre act after another, suggesting an interesting exercise of the “What would you do?” variety. Let’s examine some of these!

Scheme to see a woman naked after she saw me naked, and laughed.

No, I would not do this. It just can’t work out the way you want.

Failing to see said woman naked, trick her into eating something that’s against her religion.

Geez, no!

Eat something that was sitting on a piece of paper on the top of the pile of items in a garbage can.

Heavens, no. I’ve had many a moment of “Wow, why would someone throw that out? It’s perfectly good!” But once it makes physical contact with something else in a garbage can, that’s it. It’s garbage.

After my parents are mis-informed of my “death”, allow them to keep thinking I’m dead for a little while because “they need the break”.

Well, my parents aren’t lunatics, so clearly, no.

Try to sneak a loaf of marble rye into my future in-laws’ home after my parents took the original marble rye home with them.

You know, I always felt bad for George in this spot. He’s trying to cover the fact that his own parents are lunatics. If I had George’s parents, I just might try something odd like this.

Wear sweat-pants in public.

Maybe it sounds odd coming from an unrepentant overalls-lover like myself, but the only time I ever wear sweat-pants in public is if I’m out for a walk or something like that in cold weather, or if I have to go out fairly late to pick something up from a store – like maybe if The Wife gets home from work and she’s sick and we’re out of cough medicine, or if I’m cooking dinner and I discover that I’m missing a key ingredient. But really, in cases like those, I’m just as likely to throw on the overalls as sweat pants. In college, sweat pants were a big part of my wardrobe, but not so much these days. I think I only own two or three pairs, each of which is more than ten years old.

Push women and children and elderly ladies with walkers out of the way in my haste to get to the door when I smell smoke and think there’s a fire.

Gosh, I hope I’m a better person than this!

Scheme to get caught cheating on my current girlfriend, who refuses to break up with me.

This was one of my favorite George storylines. I wouldn’t do this, but this was really funny.

Concoct an elaborate scheme to preserve my high score on a coin-op videogame that has stood for over ten years

Obviously not…but I keep meaning to ask my electricians at work if it would be possible to do what George wants!

(See, he and Jerry visit their old high school pizza place, where George discovers that the old Frogger machine in still there, sporting his fifteen-year-old high score. He decides he wants to buy the machine and take it home to preserve the score for all time, but Jerry points out that as soon as he unplugs the machine, his score will disappear. So George contracts some electricians to move the game without losing power. His scheme fails, obviously, because it’s George, but I’ve always wondered if this could be done!)

Try to arrange my life so my significant other never interacts with my close friends.

Another classic episode that highlights the futility of George’s existence. Would anybody other than George Costanza ever even try this?

Hire a carpenter to modify my desk at work so I can sleep underneath it.

What a great idea! What a great, lazy idea! I love this idea! And with my growing carpentry skills, I might be able to do this myself!

Fake a disability to get a job.

Never. Even though it backfires on George.

Try to manipulate my co-workers into giving me the nickname “T-Bone”.

This was funny just because it was so gonzo on George’s part. It would never occur to me to try this.

Eat a candy bar with a knife and fork.

Hmmmm…why not?

Take erotic photos of myself as a way of hitting on the girl at the photo developing place

I loved Jerry’s response to this one: “Yeah, this plan can’t miss.” You could feel the disaster unfolding. (Of course, this one is completely out of date now, in the age of digital photography.)

Keep so much stuff in my wallet that I literally sit at an angle when it’s in my back pocket

No! I can’t stand an overly thick wallet. I cull it every so often.

Hide a suit in a men’s store so it will still be there the next day when a sale starts

I honestly think this was a pretty savvy move on George’s part!

Choose the cheapest possible wedding invitations.

Well, The Wife didn’t drop dead from licking them, so I guess I did OK on this!

Wear a toupee.

This is unlikely to come up in my life.

Get caught by my mother with a copy of Glamour magazine.

Erm…no. That’s all I have to say about that.

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A Random Wednesday Conversation Starter

Today I start a brief (five days) vacation in which I’m mostly sticking around the Home Unit, although The Wife and I are going on an overnighter/day trip Friday and Saturday. I’ve always liked these kinds of vacations; there’s a lot to be said for just being off work, without all the rigmarole of traveling to a destination and doing travelly stuff. I’ve been indulging these kinds of vacations for years…but now they’re calling them “staycations”.

So, the Random Wednesday Conversation Starter is simply this: Is “staycation” a dumb word, or what?!

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