August, you were good to us.

Hello Dear Reader(s)

I'm not going to let this blog die. Nay! Since we spoke last, I became a credited editor (not to be confused with an edited creditor). The Seven Sisters by J.B. Hendricks. It's a hell of a book, and he's already working on another.

What happened in August? I declared a new holiday! Be it henceforth known that the Friday immediately preceding Summer Commencement at The Ohio State University begins a subseason known as Sommertaint. This space betwixt the balls of Summer and the butthole of Autumn brings with it many delightful treasures: College Football, wearing hoodies, having fires, and the eponymous Sommertaintfest.

Sommertaint was greeted with twelve pounds of meat, eight pounds of mac-n-cheese, sixty cans of Natty and three-and-one-half imperial gallons of Taintpunch. It was an ethanol-fueled, wood-burning, meat-eating hell-of-a-time. We must enjoy these days while we can, as 2012 will mark the end of Sommertaint, not because of Mayans, but the Office of Academic Affairs.

Taintpunch

Serves between 1 (dead) and 20 (tipsy)

2 750-ml bottles Galen's 151 vodka

1 2-liter bottle Canada Dry Ginger Ale

1 2-liter bottle Generic Red Pop

1 2-liter bottle Pineapple Pop

1 2-liter bottle Squirt

1 2-liter bottle Orange Pop

1 2-liter bottle Peach Pop

Mix in large vessel, serve over ice in redcups.

UGGGHHHH!!!

Bitter Beer Face. Brewer-Patriot? Ugh. Fermenting failure and
fomenting rebellion. Woof. In other news, Sour Cream & Onion dip is
great on brats.

My new phone

Today I was given a great gift, which I will cherish.

The URL

When I was a teenager, my friend Russell and I were remarkably stupid.
We would undertake such activities as napalmery and the use of
products in manners inconsistent with their labeling. Russell's
Grandmother's bench grinder was a source of constant delight, as we
would put a good edge on any piece of metal that suited us. Golf clubs
were a favorite, as they were plentiful when trash-picking. Sharpening
golf clubs. The sparks flying off the wheel, threatening to ignite
oily rags and gas cans. I don't know how we all lived through it.
We've all gone our separate ways, but I'll always look back on our
collective stupidity with a moronic smile. Some people look at others
to feel smarter; I look to my past.

A new addition to the J.N. Wade Collection at the Modern Museum of the Internets

Cat Bird Lady

Scribbly Jones

Poster. Duh.

Purchased: Long's Bookstore

Columbus, OH

1978

Donated: Sara Shriner

2010

Trevor The Death-Dealing Cockney Weasel

From Etsy seller: ryanabegglen, $65

That's a good damned chicken

4-pound Chicken
Salt
Pepper
Ras el Hanout
2 Navel Orange quarters
Olive Oil
2 Russet Potatoes, Cubed
1 Onion, Eighthed
1 can Ro-Tel

Cut up what needs to be cut up. Brush the rinsed and dried chicken with Olive Oil and coat with mixture of spices. Shove the orange up it. Dump the Ro-Tel, Potatoes and Onion in a Dutch Oven, put the Chicken on top (breast-up) and cook for 1.25 hr @ 400 degrees. Eat it.

Ho Snap.

Courtesy of Samuel Everett

Buffalo Chicken Dip

2 Packages Cream Cheese
1 Bottle Ranch Dressing (16 oz.)
1 Bottle Franks's Red Hot (12 oz.)
1 Package Shredded Cheddar Cheese (8 oz.)
4 Cooked Chicken Breasts, Medium Dice

In a 9x13 pan, spread chicken on bottom. Top with hot sauce.
Mix softened cream cheese and ranch dressing.
Blend shredded cheese into cream cheese mixture.
Spread cheese mixture over chicken.
Bake 30 minutes at 350° F.

Eat that business.

Happy Birthday, John Pryzetlybokylic

Check and Mate.

Welcome Full Body Socialism

While liberals would have you believe that the Full Body Scanners proposed for counterterrorism are merely a privacy risk, these are all lies. This is all a part of the much-derided ObamaCare. Instead of going to a hospital for an exam, we can go to the Airport! This is just one more example of this administration taking choices about your healthcare out of the hands of professionals and putting it into the hands of bureaucrats. Do you really think that the TSA agent won't tell the Death Squads about that lump they saw? Come on, Sheeple!