Also, melting two sticks of butter then pouring a ton of Frank’s into it _then_ tossing all that chicken with it is very hard work. I haven’t handled that much meat since [derp derp]
yes, that’s right, Chelsea v Arsenal! (2-0, Drogba 8, 23)
Oh, and the Super Bowl. My department is watching it as a group. None of us know or care much about American football, but by God, if there is an opportunity for wings (which I am making), beer, chili, and beer, we’re not passing it up.
I’m just a little surprised that this is getting attention. Karaoke is inordinately popular in Asia, and mixed with alcohol and machismo, sometimes leads to regrettable violence.
Any major Ravela family gathering in Nueva Ecija inevitably centers around a videoke machine (the men are always better than the women, even at the dancing), grilled meats, and a shitload of beer (two Christmases ago, I saw my 14-year-old cousin chugging away at a San Mig Light. It was horrifying). None of us has tried to kill each other. Yet. (But if my mom starts reaching for the microphone, run. Run away)
The authorities do not know exactly how many people have been killed warbling “My Way” in karaoke bars over the years in the Philippines, or how many fatal fights it has fueled. But the news media have recorded at least half a dozen victims in the past decade and includes them in a subcategory of crime dubbed the “My Way Killings.”
Karaoke-related killings are not limited to the Philippines. In the past two years alone, a Malaysian man was fatally stabbed for hogging the microphone at a bar and a Thai man killed eight of his neighbors in a rage after they sang John Denver’s “Take Me Home, Country Roads.”
University of Guelph - Rebellion (Lies)
On January 30th, 2010 seventy students from the University of Guelph invaded the Thornbrough Engineering building with a devious plan. It took five hours to learn the route and film three takes, and the result is the following video.
Ἀβδηρίτης εὐνοῦχον ἰδὼν γυναικὶ ὁµιλοῦντα ἠρώτα ἄλλον, εἰ ἄρα γυνὴ αὐτοῦ ἐστι. τοῦ δὲ εἰπόντος εὐνοῦχον γυναῖκα ἔχειν µὴ δύνασθαι ἔφη· Οὐκοῦν θυγάτηρ αὐτοῦ ἐστιν.
An Abderite, seeing a eunuch chatting with a woman, asked him if she was his wife. When the eunuch answered that he couldn’t have a wife, the Abderite replied ‘So she’s your daughter’. (Philogelos 115)
What I bought in a drunken sake and beer haze at The Great Escape.
Grand total (plus two postcards): $41.
Well spent, I say.
Apparently Coolio has just come out with a cookbook. One quote from it: ‘Let me be perfectly clear. You ain’t cookin’ with fire. You ain’t cookin with heat. You’re cookin’ with Coolio, motherfucker!’
In my mailbox today, and a very good reason why Caitlin and I are friends.
