Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
This is Item #1 at my list of One Dozen Yummy Things, where you’ll find the full recipe.
It’s actually “mine” only in the sense that I really like it, I didn’t invent it. But I do have it down to an efficient, effective process and can pretty much make it in my sleep. It’s one of my more useful talents.
This is a sextupling. Get yer mind outta da gutter…if you follow the link you’ll see a recipe that produces a quart. We snatched up a dozen pint jars this morning, along with the ingredients for six servings. This time around, the carmelization at the bottom of the stewpot, plus the residue clinging to the various jars, measuring vessels, scoops, paper towels, et al consumed slightly more than one pint, so I ended up filling eleven jars. I’ll take them to work. The joke is that I have to figure who I really don’t like, and give them the empty.
It is a July Fourth tradition. The proper way to do it is the night before the last workday before the holiday — which should have meant Thursday. But the “holiday” this year was Monday and the actual date was on a Sunday, which is kinda stupid…what can I say, I didn’t have it together. I think this will work just as well though. As the fireworks stands are being dismantled, it’s the start of “summer in earnest.” Nothing really going on until Labor Day. Just work, sunscreen, books & swimming. And what goes better with that than some really cold bitter beer — and some RIBS! Which we’ll be snagging a week from now.
Nothing goes better with ribs than my magical sauce. Nothing. Pork, beef, doesn’t matter. We’ll set aside Jar #11 for ourselves, and baste the rack on both sides appropriately.
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