All-American Drinking and Devouring

This past weekend saw the advent of homemade American classics, essentially on the fly. Pretty exciting stuff starting with freshly steamed clams in a white wine & butter sauce with shallots and carrots. Colleen got them via FreshDirect for what sounds to be a steal, and Scott literally made them in two-hundred seconds.

Then I made the homemade chili I've been concocting for over a week in my brain: red kidney beans; pinto beans; sauteed beef chuck (far superior to meatless/ground beef/chicken chilis) with sea salt, garlic, onion, cumin, and red chili powder; sauteed red and green bell peppers, a jalapeno, and more garlic; and finally a can of green chiles, two cans of fire-roasted & diced tomatoes; topped off with more cumin, chili powder, and a few hours on the stove. Topped off with shredded cheddar and crusty breads, appropriately coupled with cold beers, Saturday night never induced sleep better.

Sunday was Scott's birthday and we had biscuits, homemade creamy gravy with spicy sausage, and fluffly, scrambled eggs for breakfast. Sometime down the line after "The Banquet Beers," Scott made buffalo wings paired with crisp carrot and celery sticks.

Halloween began early with viewings of Silence..., The Shining, Scream and CW's roasted pumpkin seeds from the jack-o-lantern we welcomed into the abode.

A few things about Halloween...

It's my favoritist holiday, before T-Gives, before X-mas, and before Boxing Day. Since I'm still deciding on a butole cotume (loosely translated as, "Butt-hole Costume"), I'll impart my Amazon DVD wish list that I will no doubt order @ next payday:

1. The Witches: That part where the little girl disappears in the painting is absolutely terrifying. So is Angelica Houston. And all the kids smell like dog poop!
2. A Nightmare on Elm Street 1-4 Box-set: The first one...is well, really scary and fucked up. Dream Warriors is just fun and awesome.
3. Beetlejuice: I sort of have always had a tiny crush on Catherine O'Hara. Weird, right?
4. The Others: exceptionally suspenseful film-making. Colleen should be that crazy mom for H-ween. But then she'd just look like Colleen wearing dress, circa 1947.
5. Young Frankenstein: I should be quarantined on H-ween for not owning this cinematic work of absolute genius and fright, i.e. best part being when Madeline Kahn shimmys into her honeymoon quarters.
6. Starter for 10: probably the [2nd] best British film I've ever seen. Its about a quiz show and is soundtracked by the Cure, for crissakes!
7. Billy Elliot: this is a HILARIOUS idea for a costume...no one would get it except 50+ yr. old freakazoids and mid-western women who vacationed to Broadway this past year.

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at the twitter:

@2tearsinabucket

in reference, of course, to my sparking inclination as i signed up for it: FUCK IT!

Still one of the best shoulder-shrugs in all of cinematic history. I, of course, tilt my trilby to the one and only, Lady Chablis.

Maybe we don't...

We come off like amateurs...some average band trying to come to grips with success...jealous and fighting and breaking up. We're buffoons!

'' Rock and roll can save the world'' ?!
''The chicks are great'' ?!

I sound like a dick.

You are a dick.

I never said that.

Maybe we just don't see ourselves the way we really are.

Your aura is purple!

So some firefighter dude and his brother sanitation worker were indicted in the ol' Kings County this morn on charges of growing "hydroponic pot." I don't even know what that is, but its out there, kids. Just take my word for it...I don't want to link to the article (although, I did try to find the always irreverent clip from Almost Famous, only to find a plethora of links to some Shakira video about a poem and a horse).

In the dictation of Polonius, this much is true: the NYPD, FDNY, and now the DOS, likes to be naughty. In the industry, we call this reaction formation. Its like when your dad plays video games with you but ends up getting in trouble by your mom, sorta. Or like finding out your boss likes to drink...alot.

This just in, the Nerd Herd needs our help. If you don't help them, then you were cool and popular in high school and are now fat and boring, registering with classmates.com, and seriously considering botox before the reunion.

"Ribeye, Bloody"

LostBlogging "He's Our You"

The "He" that's their Sayid was the cowboy in Mulholland Dr. You remember him? He's the one that gave Joe from Six Feet Under an irreconciliable ultimatum. I reckon they wanted a creep that could both be feared and underestimated simultaneously, much like our good killer, Sayid.

The meat of the matter: If kid-Ben met Sayid in his past, but Sayid meets kid-Ben after having met adult-Ben, then who's present is this, and who's past for that matter. This leads me to believe that temporal-life is not the Lost-lesson (bah-ha!) here.

I also love how with Juliet saying she didn't want to have to tell Kate to stay away from her beau, she's effectively still telling her to stay away from her beau. And hot damn, LaFleur...who'd a think he'd be a die-hard convert? Someone fills the standard-issue boots all too well.

And WOW: "That's why I'm here." NEED I SAY MORE?!

Ok, but WAIT! THE ENDING! Ben doesn't die, so...