Crazy Cocktails

A recent question on AskMetaFilter reminded me of a couple ideas for martinis I’ve had. I haven’t worked out the specific measurements, as I lack the time or materials, but maybe it’d be a good project for this summer.

The clamtini. Pretty simple, really. Vodka and clam juice (Snow’s comes to mind), perhaps garnished with a littleneck clam.

The pickletini. I’m sure you can guess what it entails: Vodka and “pickle juice.” It would, of course, be garnished with a kosher baby dill pickle. I fucking love pickle juice. I drink the stuff out of the jar. While the clamtini would be something of a jokey experimental adventure/potential vomit fodder, I imagine the pickletini would be something that I’d actually enjoy. And maybe also potential vomit fodder.

A Question for Mom

Me: Do you know if my mask thing is at home?
Me: and if not where I could buy one?
Mom: unknown…. I would think so… you used it for your film and left it in the kitchen, I remember seeing it then
Me: Not my gasmask, my balaclava, the one I wore when all those cops came to the house?
Mom: oh… no, you lost that ages ago
Me: Darn, ok thanks.
Mom: k

After almost 20 years, I don’t think anything phases her anymore.

Bad Karma

So I was driving to work the other day, and I stop behind a line of cars who are in turn stopped at a stop sign (stop stop stop).

I realized something wasn’t qutie right when I didn’t begin to move again. I counted to 30 in my head. 30 seconds is a long time to be behind a stop sign, when you think about it, as you normally only stay for a fifteenth of that. All I could make out from my postition was brief glimpses of cars going by, making a left turn from the opposite direction ahead of us.

“I have never seen this many cars in a row go through stop signs before,” I thought to myself.

Piggybacking stopsigns is a fairly common occurance, in RI at least; it’s when you closely follow the car in front of you after he has stopped a stop sign. Many people think that stopping behind a car at a stopsign counts as a stop. Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t. It happened to me today, in fact. I was on my way home from work and came to a four-way stop.

It looked a little something like this.-^

Can’t Trust The History Channel

My father and I are sitting here watching a DVD-R’d episode of Mega Movers. We recorded this episode because it takes place in Rhode Island! Woo hoo!

But my sense of pride slowly transformed to surprise and slight disgust as I listened to all the mistakes rack up.

The bridge is the (New) Providence River Bridge. The show keeps saying things along the lines of “Back in Providence, the move team blah blah blah.” Um. No. The bridge is sitting in Quonset, where it was built. “The Bridge will then travel 15 miles up the Providence River…” What the heck? No, it’s being transported up the Narragansett Bay! “Back in Newport…” WHAT THE HELL!? Newport is not anywhere NEAR anything involved with this project!! Why are you even mentioning it!?

This is the channel that taught me most of what I know about World War II, and they can’t accurately report current events? How can I possibly trust anything they say from now on with so many blatant mistakes?

I’ve made a custom map on Google Maps to show you how far off they are. Check it out.

I’m going to be writing them an email later today. I wonder how many similar mistakes they make in all of their other programs that people who are unfamiliar with the area would never know enough to notice.

Random

Some random musings I had just now:

• “Bicycles” is a lot more fun to say if you pronounce it like the name of some Greek hero. “Bi-sih-kleez.”
• Going on that thought, “Bicycles and The Damn Dirty Apes” would make an excellent band name.
• I got a big kick out of this quote, provided by two very loud people yelling outside of my cousin’s dorm:

“YOU’RE ALL I’VE EVER FUCKING KNOWN, RYAN!”
“YEAH, WELL, MAYBE YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE FUCKED ME, JILL.”

• I’m damn dead tired.
• I’ve got grease and grit and grime
  under my nails
  in my fingerprints
  in my DNA
• I’ve got a bad case of nanozombies
  They shamble along my bloodstream
  moaning,
  “Brraaaaiiinnn….ceelllss…”
• Those last two bullets I wrote sound like something you might find in A Softer World.
• Goodnight.

Only slightly pathetic…

Is it sad that I have a great sense of pride because I was the first person to sign Garry Newman’s wall on Facebook? The Garry Newman, creator of Garry’s Mod. I think that’s fairly pride-worthy.

Remember that on this day, May 1st, in the year 2007, Andrew Brennan asked the question that shall live on for eternity:

“Sup, Garry?”