7/31/08
Not fud, but great
Forget his many crimes. The biggest reason for sending Turd Blossom to jail is to get him out of the campaign.
He's axing for it
Comments are almost as good as the "ad" -- "This codger was a busboy at the Last Supper."
7/30/08
Not fud, but I vote
for the Internets for president. If only because the old guy has no idea how to connect.
7/29/08
They paved Cornucopia
and put up a McMansion lot. What kind of country forgets we need to get ourselves back to the garden?
I think public radio
might be the original hybrid of reporting and blog. Tonight Upton Sinclair might even have sat up in his grave.
Explanation of the day
for once upon a time an American empire: "On the north, she had a weak neighbor; on the south, another weak neighbor; on the east, fish; on the west, fish."
Reports of old media's death
may be exaggerated: This is the ultimate locavorism, and they were on it a year ago. Of course, without the limitless pages of the internets, a magazine would have a harder time pulling it off.
(Filched from a cross between the two)
"Agro-economics
of the madhouse." But the one glimmer of hope in the horror in Haiti validates his thinking.
7/28/08
Not fud, just high-wire
political thinking and writing. Almost makes you wonder why there isn't an unborn-again movement.
(Filched here)
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About as far as you can get
from the obsessions of Styles and the sneering at vegetable gardeners for hire.
This explains a lot
Who would get good grades for canned peaches? Prince Bandar in the kitchen is quite an image, though.
Might have been
his Dukakis-in-the-tank moment. Except we have months to go and miles of missteps ahead.
7/26/08
I swore off the internets today
but jeebus, does this make you want the old guy in the supermarket to succeed him?
7/25/08
Aside from the 2,751 killed
9/11 provided Tribeca with a dining correction, too. This at least was better than the trend stew, but you do wonder where editors big (judgment) and small (poor boys?) were.
I'd go for the steak
but stay for the gravy. But that might be because it was years before my dad from Texhoma could let on that meat was involved. Until then, the white stuff was always dinner.
Not fud, but LOL
As the Rude One put it, "Pools of stomach acid are eating out the guts of the right wing in America as they wait for their November doom." So why do we bleeding hearts find that so funny?
Imagine
if Panchito had communicated even the slightest intimation that the guy was a sociopath one drink away from disaster.
Could the answer be
outsourcing the FDA to Europe? First, though, maybe we should kill all the lobbyists.
Maybe I should save
my sympathy, given the Turd Blossom advising him, but the old guy is having a tough time.
7/24/08
Not fud, but barbed
Quote of the day, from the inimitable Dan Froomkin, on simian salaries:
"Staci A. Wheeler, the White House's director of fact checking, is -- at $60,000 -- either being paid way too little or way too much, depending on how you want to look at it."
7/23/08
Lest we forget
who the base is. No wonder the old guy is steaming: Who knew the pho eaters slumming with ribs would be so easily seduced by old-time felafel?
7/22/08
Let 'em eat caviar
I would ask who these sociopaths are who are working for McLame, but after seven years I think I have a clue.
Same Boy Wonder has one of the more insightful thoughts ever on cooking, too: Bullet point 2.
The $25 billion bloody Mary
And we the people will pay* for that hair of the dog. (Whoever caught this on video, though, is probably on his way to Guantanamo right now.)**
(*Amended even though figures lie and liars figure.)
**Apparently I was right; video's gone from Youtube, but his words can't be erased. The Internets are forever.
Eventually they will reach
the one-millionth suspect for the salmonella watch list. One fucking jalapeno? Can this government be saved?
Not fud, but very sharp
NPR is going overboard trying to be fair and balanced these days. I was reeling in bed listening; imagine what people in cars took away.
I'm saving
my full bile for Sunday, but really. It's as if John McCain is reviewing restaurants. Squiggly, she says? Don't get me started on the wine ignorance on parade . . .
It takes so little
to make a trend story anymore. Given the mix and match of gardening, shopping and conspicuous consumption needed to hit the magic three, this was more a trend stew. The Gurgling Cod beat me to it, but this is the only proper response.
7/21/08
Not fud, but chilling
And to think I'm so old I remember when all airline advertising was instantly pulled whenever a plane went down. . . .
Turd Blossom's legacy
Maybe America has finally learned what happens when the horse shit gets too deep.
$9 million
in venture capital . . . Not enough to hire a copy editor, though: You can search restaurant or restuarants and get different results.
Hurtling
toward extinction. Story's a bit of a mess, but it ends with a bang. (TomDispatch's advice for reading the NYTimes always holds: Start with the last three grafs.)
Still, as if we should talk . . .
7/19/08
Not fud, but validation
of the notion that the Chimp will never be looked on more kindly. Genius might need perspective. Assholism is forever.
No sugar for fuel
Really. Use it for rum.
(Yes, you have to click through an annoying ad. We're all working for the Pharaoh.)
Thank you, Al Gore
for inventing the internets. A million whacked inventors turn their grateful eyes to you.
Quote of the day
"If this were a horror film, the downfall of the American economy could be karmic retribution, some manifestation of maize vengeance brought down by patient Native American spirits."
And as Astrology Mundo pointed out, and my consort's friends in Santa Fe confirmed, the Mayan calendar ends in 2012 . . .
7/18/08
One nation
under the bed. Of course, figures lie and liars figure, because this story mentions ground beef in passing, but the pants-wetting seems to be over produce. McDonald's, after all, is a constitutional right.
7/17/08
A woman
after my own bleeding heart: "How can I worry about the damned dishes when there are children dying in Vietnam?"
(The whole album is one of my favorite slices of America.)
Olympic image of the day
From "Nibbles" in the Guardian:
7/16/08
Not fud, just funny
Could no one in the press pack in 2000 have communicated at least a hint of this?
I will always remember
hearing about the frantic calls made one afternoon in search of food allusions on deadline -- chefs sharpen knives, she hones her wit by stroking the serfs in the joint. Generally, I stay out of the black hole of comments, but these are worth the journey.
And this explains why we know more about arugula than Walnuts.
And this explains why we know more about arugula than Walnuts.
Not fud, but upchuckable
As always, the fake news shows shame the "real" journalists. If we can't vote tomorrow, can we at least secede?
The only guarantee anymore
is that the news will only get worse. We'll all be paying for those McMansions cheap money developed.
7/15/08
Not fud, but good
Rude Fun With New Yorker Cartoons: Every week, the magazine runs a caption contest for one of its cartoons. Nearly every week, you can put these words to the panel: "You think that's bad? I just blew my dog." Try it. It works about 90% of the time.
(If you're brave, read the whole thing. Time to move on . . .)
7/14/08
Water or not
At least the archaeologists from other planets will have a gorgeous record of how this one went down.
7/13/08
7/12/08
Ham and cheese
and accountability. While our country can't even track tomatoes, let alone fecal beef.
Not fud, just beyond appalling
They have to be buried as if they did something shameful. And this five-deferment ghoul will get nothing but pomp and ceremony.
New to me
and I spent time in Philadelphia. I grew up with an electric stove (after we graduated from a wood-burning one), though, so this must have been pretty insidious propaganda. Gas is better.
7/11/08
Whiners, he says?
7/10/08
It would be less appalling
if you didn't remember lapdogs can lick their own gonads. Why do they feel compelled to service him?
More discernible activity
Not fud, just downright Brazilian
Why aren't the newscasters obsessing on McCain's age group the same way? He thinks Social Security is a disgrace.
Almost enough
to make you go vegan. And it's hard to comprehend that cravings for meat might actually come from catapulted propaganda.
We've come a long way
Now every green/frugality story seems to advise going shopping. I like the old messages but don't need the posters.
The wild man of 74th Street
eats his way around Morningside Heights (well, a liberally defined Morningside Heights).
Tomato terror
7/9/08
Not fud, just worth repeating
The only solution is secession. Our guys vote right. And it's a hell of a lot harder to illegally spy on 8 million (senza Staten Island, of course).
Hard to top
a Flying Wallenda of words who not only notes that our esteemed Chimp (sixth graf) was just as confused as the old guy about Social Security but also dredges up this (must be National Homer Day). Medicare? A national shame!
7/8/08
Maybe if they'd used a pretzel?
My consort's cousin is right: The Croc wearer is destroying the reputation of not just Americans but chimpanzees, too. The cretin would starve trying to hit a legume.
Molto aMusing
And the loser throws librarians out of town halls for bearing signs saying the new guy equals the old Chimp. I wonder if he has already had socks made with the presidential seal on them.
Let 'em eat
18 courses. The only consolation is that the Chimp was chained to his chair for all 18, presumably without wine. Those tasting menus can feel like hostage situations.
(Filched from mournful Trex, who has the best description ever of the media's demonstration of love for McLame. Hint: It doesn't involve BBQ or doughnuts.)
Not fud, but a good first step
Identifying the villains makes it easier to vanquish them. I also like how the object of desire has morphed from "health insurance" to "health care" as more people realize they are paying big premiums for a crap shoot.
Not fud, but good
While newspapers wither . . .
(Full disclosure for Astrology Mundo's sake, and for those not connecting dots as easily: This is about the guy genius enough to hire my brilliant consort. And give great parties.)
I am the world's
least discriminating consumer of all news food-related. But I tune some crap out for just this reason.
7/7/08
Not that I'm sad
about what has happened to my profession or anything, but wouldn't you think an elegy for the beer that made Sugar Mama's fortune could at least mention what she had to say about the takeover? You know that if it were some other all-American commodity -- ketchup, say -- it would be all fair and balanced, all the time.
Finally, a reason to move back to the Midwest
Apparently it's cheaper to take an ambulance than pay your bill for a crappy steak dinner. My blocks-long ride last year, courtesy of the FDNY, was much more than a meal for one goes for at Masa.
(Filched from this problem speller via this verbal acrobat)
Not fud, just enlightening
Also an insight into why print newspapers are dying. Their corporate profits just can't keep up.
7/6/08
I thought A-Rod
was the one engaging in this. (I had to post some relief from that idiot son while I'm over at the base camp today.)
7/5/08
Not fud, just endlessly rewarding
Thank allah it was made so long ago; the lyrics could loop into infinity since the pretzel weirdness.
Not fud, just perspective
Whatever Osama wants, he gets. Heckuva job, Chimpy.
(Filched from the hardest-blogging guy out there)
And they're not food,
either, but not many bothered to spell out what the hell they are if they're not potatoes.
Somehow
I don't think jalapenos will be the culprit, although "loose ends" is an interesting phrase to use in an investigation of salmonella-driven diarrhea. And Lou Dobbs is going to go even more batshit insane. As always, though, the mystery is why recalls of far more lethal beef just elicit yawns.
7/4/08
Fatty Arbuckle,
meet America. "Shag a hot heiress and become a contender for president?" This Bud's for you.
Oh, and there's this by way of this great stuff. If printed books weren't going the way of newspapers, I'd steer him to an agent.
The next best thing
to chile con queso. Dan Jenkins is right: The real deal does not have "a goddamned fajita within 10 miles of it."
(Filched from Ed's joint)
7/3/08
How do you say
oy in Italian? I'm kicking myself for never learning how to translate "meatballs" into "figures lie and liars figure." And still wondering why pasta flour would be cheaper than the pizza kind.
(Filched from Animamundi)
7/2/08
It was more hellish
than I imagined. Who knew the illegal invasion stopped the flow of alcohol, too? At least those poor Iraqis will be able to toast this anniversary. Or not.
As good a dissection
as any of the national character. I've only been through Amarillo by Trailways but do know how those roads and that terrain let your mind run wild.
Just when you think
the trans fat coverage cannot get any more cretinous, along comes the home of the Human Scratch N Match to prove both "reporters" and interviewees can have Crisco for brains. "I like my trans fat," he said. "I mean, I still use a stick of butter on everything." WTF? Have all the editors left the building?
7/1/08
This really was
among the top five most brilliant kitchens I have ever seen. One correction, though: the refrigerator is only technically outside the kitchen; in reality it is closer to sink and stove than 99 percent of Sub-Zeros.
And to think
my hometown paper didn't consider multiple murders and a "supermodel's" suicide fit to print. Small-town papers have all the good news. This one forgot to ask, though, whether the perp was opposed to gay marriage.
They convert their oxymoron
while we're stuck with the Moron and his insistence on turning food into fuel. English wine turns out to be good for something after all.
(Filched from Allhatnocattle)
Why in the name of Crisco
do uninformed "reporters" persist in perpetuating the idiocy that something banned must taste good? The inventors of cannoli and cake had no chemically altered fats, only lard and butter. The Stupid -- make it stop.
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