Stuck on Repeats

Originally Posted by Shape Shifter

If you want to just tell us that he's gay, why don't you just say so? This is an understanding, touchy-feely bunch.

Just like The Gays.

Not for nothing, but we did "people who like soccer are totes gay" to death while you were on hiatus. There might still be some mileage in the "swarthy" thing if you want to go there.

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally Posted by ironweed

Not for nothing, but we did "people who like soccer are totes gay" to death while you were on hiatus. There might still be some mileage in the "swarthy" thing if you want to go there.

not cool to challenge SS on racism man, he lives where he is forced to play pool with the worst racists in the country man, you can't talk to him about swarthy man.

[taxwonk]

Originally Posted by Flinty_McFlint

I'll go off on a tangent. I like spicy food.

I recently bought a bottle of Dave's Ghost Pepper Naga Jolokia Hot Sauce, which you can buy (use the link) here, and read some reviews:

http://www.amazon.com/Daves-Ghost-Pe...f=pd_sbs_gro_2

I gave this stuff a lot of respect. Just a small dab at first, waited 5 mins to make sure it wouldn't incinerate my mouth. It was hot, but not insane. So I poured more on a chip and tried it. Waited five minutes, nothing more. Now I don't know if my taste buds are just dead, or I got a bad batch, this stuff isn't as hot as it's made out to be or I am just superhuman. Anyone else out here eat ghost peppers or this sauce before?

I respect the tangent.

I can't take the really hot stuff. A good szechuan red pepper is about as hot as I can go and still say I'm enjoying the food.

From what I've read, Dave's has only about three sauces that get labelled differently. All of them are some variation of the habanero or ghost chili, with the two hottest levels relying on concentrates of the first level sauce to up the heat.

If you can do even their tame stuff without breathing fire, respect.

[taxwonk]

Originally Posted by Tyrone Slothrop

A Venn diagram might be useful here, inasmuchas little to none of the gratuitousness nakedness involves a naked Dinklage, the intersection of which with fantastic is, I suspect, the null set.

I've never been good with the graphics stuff.

[taxwonk]

Originally Posted by Icky Thump

Celery salt is my number one seasoning for grilled steaks and burgers. Old Bay I use on fries, shrimp, corn, and potato and macaroni salad.

I once put OB on my oatmeal by accident (mistaking it for a similarly shaped cinnamon container) but ate it anyway.

I like the cut of your jib. When the zombie apocalypse comes (allegorically frozen zombies due to global warming), you will be allowed in the shelter, behind the Wall

[Shape Shifter]

Originally Posted by ironweed

Not for nothing, but we did "people who like soccer are totes gay" to death while you were on hiatus. There might still be some mileage in the "swarthy" thing if you want to go there.

No. No. Never mind. I'll just suck cock with the rest of you.

[taxwonk]

Originally Posted by Pretty Little Flower

Pablo wears custom shirts, and his hair is the stuff of legends. When he muddles fruit, the girls at the bar become aroused. When he shakes a Sidecar, some of them climax. He knows everything about everything, but always leaves you feeling like you provided him with invaluable information. And when you swagger up to the bar and say, "Good evening, Pablo . . . martini," -- he always replies, "Of course, my friend. Hendricks, extra dry I presume." And then you both lock eyes, for just a second, and share a wide smile. <Was that a wink?>

You should write for Seventeen.

[taxwonk]

Originally Posted by Pretty Little Flower

The Perfect Martini:

Fill a martini glass with Plymouth. Pour the contents into a shaker with ice. Shake vigorously for 5-6 seconds. Strain the gin back into the martini glass as a beautiful woman whose name you do not know stands across the room, looking you in the eye and whispering the word "vermouth" as her sun dress slips off her shoulders and falls to the floor.

That is not a martini; it is a flamingly self-indulgent glass of gin.

[taxwonk]

Originally Posted by Adder

I spent the first two books or so repeatedly comparing to Tolkien, and then I let it go. There isn't really a comparison. There is clearly no Silmarillion of the Martin's world, and he seems to be making his history up as he goes along. To say nothing of how each of Tolkien's "races" (well, except those in thrall to Sauron), have their own history, language and back story, while Martin's most definitely do not. One need only compare the fact that Martin repeats the same few songs (the one about the bear and the Rains of Castamere, mostly), while Tolkien's are myriad.

But maybe Martin compares favorably to the Hobbit. They're fun fantasy stories. More adult than a Hobbit, and eventually more complex because of their scope, but nothing on the scale of work that is LOTR.

You have a Frodo costume in your closet, don't you?

Originally Posted by Shape Shifter

No. No. Never mind. I'll just suck cock with the rest of you.

That's the spirit!

[taxwonk]

Originally Posted by ironweed

I can't wait to read the one for Mr. Boston.

"Rinse and spit."

There. Are you happy now?

[Shape Shifter]

Originally Posted by taxwonk

You have a Frodo costume in your closet, don't you?

It's called a "Martini."

[taxwonk]

Originally Posted by Gattigap

I am land-grant, football-factory institution enough to admit that I don't think I've ever had a Manhattan, or appreciate what vermouth does to it. So how does vermouth screw up a Manhattan, anyway?

Your traditional manhattan (the cocktail, not the Island) is bourbon and sweet vermouth. Some add a dash of Peychaud or Langostura bitters. I don't; that would be more than halfway to an old-fashioned. A "perfect" manhattan is made with dry vermouth. Dry vermouth is to bourbon as shit is to, well, anything you'd want to put in your mouth.

[Pretty Little Flower]

Originally Posted by taxwonk

"Rinse and spit."

There. Are you happy now?

The Perfect Martini:

Ironweed drives the rental car through the featureless suburban New Jersey street and pulls over near a telephone pole covered in fliers advertising garage sales and displaying pictures of lost pets. He dries his perspiration-soaked hands on his yellowing shirt, opens a bottle of Mr. Boston gin and takes an unnaturally long drink. He fights the first wave of nausea, but is secretly pleased he still has any reaction. Across the street, a man staggers out of a garage in khakis and a white t-shirt. A woman with tear-stained cheeks runs after him and smashes a greenish bottle across his head, shattering it. The man falls to the ground and, in his last moment of consciousness, his eyes focus on a shattered piece of glass with the remnant of a label hanging from it that reads "ERMOUT." Ironweed takes another prolonged drink, drops the still open bottle to the floor, and starts driving to nowhere in particular.

[Shape Shifter]

Originally Posted by Hank Chinaski

not cool to challenge SS on racism man, he lives where he is forced to play pool with the worst racists in the country man, you can't talk to him about swarthy man.

The next time you light a cross you should try putting it out with

W-A-T-E-R.

Oh, that didn't really work, it? You tried it several times but, well, the fire was still burning and golly it must have been hot.