Mac and Cheese is the ultimate comfort food. Noodles, cheese, some milk, and a little onion. I make mine with a bit of prosciutto, cut up into littlepieces and fried together with the onions. Yum. I’m a sucker for deli meat to begin with – salami, summer sausage, thuringer, pastrami, whatever. Give me a sandwich and a beer and I’m happy. And I especially love prosciutto. What’s better than a dead pig that’s been hanging on a hook in a …Read the Rest
First it was the tattoo on his elbow, and now the Viking hat. I’m flattered, really. Despite the strange and unorthodox colors of his headgear (I’m told he’s colorblind), I’m pleased to welcome the Catsitter as the newest member of the Nordic Warrior Club. For months it’s just been me and the Nordic Warrior Queen in the club. Even though she’s a fun girl and all that, there’s nothing like a little male companionship if you’re trying to form a fierce warrior …Read the Rest
I like the aisle seat on an airplane. In fact, I’ll usually pick another flight if I can’t get the aisle. When I was an airline newbie, I preferred the window, so I could look out at all the pretty scenery rolling by below – the neat geometric shapes of the farm fields, the shiny snaking rivers, and majestic mountains, and on the horizon the barely detectable and likely imagined curve of the earth: beautiful. But after several hundred flights, …Read the Rest
Here comes the flu season. The guy on the radio this morning announced that there are twenty-four confirmed flu cases in Tucson, and recommended that everyone get immunized immediately. Wow. Twenty-four whole sick people, out of a population of nearly one million, and I’m supposed to run out and get a shot. I’m no statistician, but that gives me maybe a .002 percent chance of catching the flu, and that’s assuming it’s 100 percent communicable and that it doesn’t burn itself …Read the Rest
It’s damn cold here in Arizona. Today we topped out somewhere in the high-sixties and I actually had to wear a jacket while riding my motorcycle. And the Nordic Warrior Queen found it necessary to dress her little dog in a fuzzy sweater. Of course, it’s nothing compared to where I used to live. In Minnesota, she’d not only have to dress the mutt in a miniature doggy parka, but would also have to tie a string to the dog’s leg …Read the Rest
When she turned sixteen, only a few weeks into our relationship, I bought her a pair of black gerbils as a birthday gift. Looking back thirty-two years, I’m wondering now why I did that. Perhaps it was because, as a young boy, I had always enjoyed small rodents and of course she should enjoy them too. Or perhaps it was because I had a Bullsnake at home, and since snakes eat rodents, if things didn’t work out with the gerbils…well, …Read the Rest
I’m all for eating well. You wouldn’t know it by looking at me, but I really do try to eat healthy food. Salads and such. Well, at least I think about it. The exception to this is breakfast cereal. I don’t eat breakfast very often anyway, so when I have a bowl of cereal, I want it to be something ridiculously bad, not any of that healthy crap like Fruit and Fiber, Shredded Mini-Wheats, or Fiber One, stuff more suitable …Read the Rest
Ah, Saturday morning. The one day of the week where you can count on some well-deserved relaxation – a leisurely day of Rambo reruns, sitting around in your underwear eating junk food, and at the end of the day, a little trip to the bar. But no. I guess women look at Saturdays differently. To them, Saturday is a day of punishment: chores, projects, and Honey-Dos. All the crap that we men know can wait until another day, or maybe …Read the Rest
Our house caught fire last night. Well, not really, but it thought it did. Somewhere around 4:00 AM, the electronic brain that controls the home’s fire alert system had a mild stroke. Sensing distress, the detector neuron assigned to my son’s bedroom fired off a warning to the rest of the brain, and the whole thing went nuts. Every stinking smoke detector in the house went off at the same time – all seven of them. Of course, we didn’t …Read the Rest
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It was too good to be true. A few weeks ago, I was admiring my new web-page, counting my fan club members, even looking forward to potential book sales at some point in the distant future. But today, all that has changed, and I’ve sunk to the deepest and most murky bottom of the popularity pond. Today I received the following comment to one of my recent posts: Comment: wtf is this shit? yall some dumb muther fuckers posten thisrotten …Read the Rest