Story (more like a video):
Advice:
Take chocolate chips, melt them in a double boiler and add that to the top of the cake, AFTER you have soaked it in espresso. It will add a whole new level of deliciousness.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Entry Seven
Story:
She runs like a deer, sheds like a porcupine and growls like a bear. No, I am not talking about my mother in law, (though I could of even fooled myself). I am talking about my dear, 7 year old Dalmatian named Sadie. For being the third dumbest breed in the canine species, or the equivalent of Sam from I am Sam, my little special bundle of fur has a personality that will make even the most sophisticated minds laugh. If she wants to be snuggled or relax in your lap, she will walk up to you and just put her forehead on whatever body part she can get a hold of. When she runs, she literally will throw up her front paws and kick out her back ones when the front touch, prancing majestically into the wild blow yonder. She also wants nothing to do with toys. She just is not interested in them. If you throw out a ball for her to fetch, she will run over to the ball, pretend to pick it up with her mouth, and then she will pretend that she brought it back to you. She will "play" fetch, she just forgets the fundamentals of the game; the actual fetching portion. It is even funnier when she does not want to play anymore, because she will proceed to bury the item that you want her to retrieve, and still pretend to bring it back to you.
Advice:
If you can look past the shedding and the constant need for attention, Dalmatians are severely loyal and loving. They love to be around their owners, and are just not themselves when they are not. They will try to protect you when they can, but can be cowardly around loud noises. If you have an acre or two of land, and enjoy running, the Dalmatian can be one of the most interesting animals you will ever own.
She runs like a deer, sheds like a porcupine and growls like a bear. No, I am not talking about my mother in law, (though I could of even fooled myself). I am talking about my dear, 7 year old Dalmatian named Sadie. For being the third dumbest breed in the canine species, or the equivalent of Sam from I am Sam, my little special bundle of fur has a personality that will make even the most sophisticated minds laugh. If she wants to be snuggled or relax in your lap, she will walk up to you and just put her forehead on whatever body part she can get a hold of. When she runs, she literally will throw up her front paws and kick out her back ones when the front touch, prancing majestically into the wild blow yonder. She also wants nothing to do with toys. She just is not interested in them. If you throw out a ball for her to fetch, she will run over to the ball, pretend to pick it up with her mouth, and then she will pretend that she brought it back to you. She will "play" fetch, she just forgets the fundamentals of the game; the actual fetching portion. It is even funnier when she does not want to play anymore, because she will proceed to bury the item that you want her to retrieve, and still pretend to bring it back to you.
Advice:
If you can look past the shedding and the constant need for attention, Dalmatians are severely loyal and loving. They love to be around their owners, and are just not themselves when they are not. They will try to protect you when they can, but can be cowardly around loud noises. If you have an acre or two of land, and enjoy running, the Dalmatian can be one of the most interesting animals you will ever own.
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| My Little Sadie Girl in Action |
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Entry Six
Story:
The tastiest of all the dinners has got to be Italian Sunday gravey. I found this reciepe a few years back, and now I want to share it with all of you!
Advice (or more like a recipe):
Serves 8 to 10.
Ingredients:
1 tablespoon vegetable oil
1 pound sweet Italian sausage
1 pound hot Italian sausage
2 onions , chopped medium
12 garlic cloves, minced
2 teaspoons dried oregano
1 (6-ounce) can tomato paste
1/2 cup dry red wine
1 (28-ounce) can diced tomatoes, drained
1 (28-ounce) can tomato sauce
2 pounds bone-in country-style spareribs , trimmed of excess fat
1 1/2 pounds flank steak
3 tablespoons chopped fresh basil
Instructions: put in crock pot for 8 - 10 hours. Enjoy.
The tastiest of all the dinners has got to be Italian Sunday gravey. I found this reciepe a few years back, and now I want to share it with all of you!
Advice (or more like a recipe):
Serves 8 to 10.
Ingredients:
1 tablespoon vegetable oil
1 pound sweet Italian sausage
1 pound hot Italian sausage
2 onions , chopped medium
12 garlic cloves, minced
2 teaspoons dried oregano
1 (6-ounce) can tomato paste
1/2 cup dry red wine
1 (28-ounce) can diced tomatoes, drained
1 (28-ounce) can tomato sauce
2 pounds bone-in country-style spareribs , trimmed of excess fat
1 1/2 pounds flank steak
3 tablespoons chopped fresh basil
Instructions: put in crock pot for 8 - 10 hours. Enjoy.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Entry Five
Story:
This is going to be a short story, because it has been a very long day, and I am very tired. When I came to work today, my coworkers were doing nothing but smiling. They were not actually talking to one another, making any gestures or anything. I thought I was a little odd. But, it was a nice day, and the work was relatively low, so I thought nothing of it. Several hours later, my coworker, we will name him, "Kurt", busted out laughing. Turns out, I had zipped the bottom of my white shirt into my fly, and was now sporting my very own cloth phallus. Immature I know, but had the shoe been on the other foot, I definitely would of laughed at Kurt.
Advice:
Always watch when you zip up your zipper, and never, ever, were a shirt that is to long. It can not only bunch up and make you look like all sorts of fun on a bun, but a complete tool when it is caught in your fly.
This is going to be a short story, because it has been a very long day, and I am very tired. When I came to work today, my coworkers were doing nothing but smiling. They were not actually talking to one another, making any gestures or anything. I thought I was a little odd. But, it was a nice day, and the work was relatively low, so I thought nothing of it. Several hours later, my coworker, we will name him, "Kurt", busted out laughing. Turns out, I had zipped the bottom of my white shirt into my fly, and was now sporting my very own cloth phallus. Immature I know, but had the shoe been on the other foot, I definitely would of laughed at Kurt.
Advice:
Always watch when you zip up your zipper, and never, ever, were a shirt that is to long. It can not only bunch up and make you look like all sorts of fun on a bun, but a complete tool when it is caught in your fly.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Entry Four
Story:
Swords crashing, lives being forfeit and the general sense of urgency surrounds you in an ever so fascinating game of Castle Crashers. This game is designed to be a multiplayer experience, and anything less will make the game very much a trivial challenge. This is sort of the way things go however in games designed to be multi player. the game makers will intentionally leave the game just as challenging as if you had four player, even if you just have the one. Games like Castle Crashers, Scott Pilgrim and even games like splinter cell, basically punish those players who decide to game alone.
Advice:
Go out and meet some friends. The inclusion of online multi-player is nice, but it can not substitute for having friends right by your side. Not only will you have 0% chance of the game being dropped and your hours of racking up xp / kills being virtually erased, (well except for when an upset friend drop kicks your tv because you stole the last health fruit), but you can more easily collaborate on strategy without having to buy extra crap that still has your online partner sounding like a robot getting eaten by a walrus.
Swords crashing, lives being forfeit and the general sense of urgency surrounds you in an ever so fascinating game of Castle Crashers. This game is designed to be a multiplayer experience, and anything less will make the game very much a trivial challenge. This is sort of the way things go however in games designed to be multi player. the game makers will intentionally leave the game just as challenging as if you had four player, even if you just have the one. Games like Castle Crashers, Scott Pilgrim and even games like splinter cell, basically punish those players who decide to game alone.
Advice:
Go out and meet some friends. The inclusion of online multi-player is nice, but it can not substitute for having friends right by your side. Not only will you have 0% chance of the game being dropped and your hours of racking up xp / kills being virtually erased, (well except for when an upset friend drop kicks your tv because you stole the last health fruit), but you can more easily collaborate on strategy without having to buy extra crap that still has your online partner sounding like a robot getting eaten by a walrus.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Entry Three
Story:
I realized to something today that sort of made me feel a bit sick to my stomach. I went to court to try and fight a bogus traffic ticket. I went in feeling really good, because through my discovery motion, I found that the police officer did not have any notes, videos, pictures or witness to testify against me in court. The kicker, the back of the ticket where the officer puts notes, put 2 different statements, one saying I admitted what happened, one that says I did not. To make a long story short, the officer decided that he was going to use surprise evidence in the case; a video of the alleged violation and a witness. And even though I cried for a dismissal of the evidence, due to the sworn discovery response that stated their would be neither, but the judge simply said, well you can view it now, take a few minutes. This got me a little steaming because the whole defense I had set up was centered around their being a very specific lack of evidence on the officers side. This should of been grounds for a dismissal of the case, let alone just the evidence, but the judge thought it would be ok for the officers to pull a fast one right in front of him. Well I pissed and moaned, and eventually got a continuance; even this made the judge upset, because he just wanted me to admit I had done something wrong, and be done with it.
This whole thing made me realize, no matter how unorganized the police officer is in a case, no matter how misleading they try to be, the judge will try their hardest to be "accommodating". I asked the clerk later on wither or not she felt that if I was that unprepared and sneaky with evidence, if I would of gotten a continuance, or any special treatment, and she said a resounding, no!
Advice:
Be prepared, and you best hire a lawyer. Even if it is a small ticket, like 270 bucks, its a small price to pay to keep your record clear, and your insurance premiums down.
This is a picture of how my faced looked after the trial for about 3 hours. Just look at the pain and frustration. Heh, I just noticed that with the water coming down my face, it sort of looks like those Gatorade commercials.
I realized to something today that sort of made me feel a bit sick to my stomach. I went to court to try and fight a bogus traffic ticket. I went in feeling really good, because through my discovery motion, I found that the police officer did not have any notes, videos, pictures or witness to testify against me in court. The kicker, the back of the ticket where the officer puts notes, put 2 different statements, one saying I admitted what happened, one that says I did not. To make a long story short, the officer decided that he was going to use surprise evidence in the case; a video of the alleged violation and a witness. And even though I cried for a dismissal of the evidence, due to the sworn discovery response that stated their would be neither, but the judge simply said, well you can view it now, take a few minutes. This got me a little steaming because the whole defense I had set up was centered around their being a very specific lack of evidence on the officers side. This should of been grounds for a dismissal of the case, let alone just the evidence, but the judge thought it would be ok for the officers to pull a fast one right in front of him. Well I pissed and moaned, and eventually got a continuance; even this made the judge upset, because he just wanted me to admit I had done something wrong, and be done with it.
This whole thing made me realize, no matter how unorganized the police officer is in a case, no matter how misleading they try to be, the judge will try their hardest to be "accommodating". I asked the clerk later on wither or not she felt that if I was that unprepared and sneaky with evidence, if I would of gotten a continuance, or any special treatment, and she said a resounding, no!
Advice:
Be prepared, and you best hire a lawyer. Even if it is a small ticket, like 270 bucks, its a small price to pay to keep your record clear, and your insurance premiums down.
This is a picture of how my faced looked after the trial for about 3 hours. Just look at the pain and frustration. Heh, I just noticed that with the water coming down my face, it sort of looks like those Gatorade commercials.
Friday, October 1, 2010
Entry Two
Story:
While watching the show seeker, I have decided that bad acting is not enough to deter some people away from a great notion. So todays advice will have to do to all you writers, and story makers for movies and tv shows.
Advice:
Even if the actors that are available to your arsenal are tripe and confused, a good story is enough to help your audience look past the good awful acting and get to the heart of the matter.
While watching the show seeker, I have decided that bad acting is not enough to deter some people away from a great notion. So todays advice will have to do to all you writers, and story makers for movies and tv shows.
Advice:
Even if the actors that are available to your arsenal are tripe and confused, a good story is enough to help your audience look past the good awful acting and get to the heart of the matter.
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