I figured my wee wifey would appreciate this news report. When I got to where the homeowner told the police "Well, you don't have to worry about them now cause I've just shot them all," her eyes lit up. It gets even better after that.
Here's a motorcycle which would not be out of place in Wisconsin despite the fact that it was not made by Harley-Davidson.
Less messy than buffalo wings, and it lets you use up other parts of the big beast which usually go to waste.
2 packages Jiffy pizza crust mix
4 boneless, skinless chicken breast halves, cut into 1/2 to 1-inch cubes
1 cup of your favorite hot wings sauce
8 ounces blue cheese dressing
3 ounces blue cheese crumbles
8 ounces shredded mozzarella
Preheat oven to 425 degrees.
Grease a 14- to 16-inch pizza pan; set aside.
Follow package directions for pizza crust, using 1 cup hot tap water to 2 packages of pizza crust.
While crust is resting, saute cubed breasts in 1/2 cup of wing sauce until chicken is tender and cooked completely through; remove from pan and let cool.
Knead and shape pizza crust, patting to fit and building up a larger edge that will hold fillings on pizza. Bake crust 2 to 3 minutes to set; remove. Spread blue cheese dressing over entire crust. Sprinkle with half of the blue cheese crumbles. Drain chicken and arrange evenly over crust. Drizzle remaining hot wing sauce over all. Top pizza with mozzarella. Sprinkle remaining blue cheese over mozzarella.
Place filled pizza pan on larger pan, or shape aluminum foil underneath pan to collect any drippings and prevent seeping into oven. Bake 20 to 25 minutes until crust is golden brown.
Sometime back, a young woman at the place I was working expressed the opinion that we would all be better off if there were absolutely no guns around. I asked her if she was willing to accept the level of police state necessary to achieve this. She raised her eyebrows but said she was. I pointed out that they wouldn't only kick in my door to seize my guns, they'd also kick in hers. "But I would never have any guns in my house!" "They don't know that. Maybe you are smarter than me and never admitted it." Even tho this was too much for her to handle, I added "When they kick in my door, they wouldn't only take my guns, they'd also have to take my drill press." Rather than deal with the significance of this, she drifted off into another conversation.
As of now it appears to be an isolated incident, but the door kickers have seized perfectly legal metal working equipment from someone who dared to use it to make a perfectly legal firearm.
I saw various linkage to the report that one third of all people say they are lonely. I consider loneliness, like boredom, to be more of a decision than a condition, and thus completely ignored the story. This afternoon I happened to wander past the radio whilst the wee wifey was listening to El Rushbo, and he was talking about the report at that moment. Turns out that the researchers conducted half hour phone interviews.
One third of people who are willing to spend half an hour on the phone talking to a stranger are lonely. This is news?
Dean went and linked one entry at the bash #chat archives, and it's all his fault I've been here all night working my way thru all 374 pages.
A whole bunch of people posted a whole bunch of classic urban legends, claiming to have witnessed them or had them happen to a friend of a friend. How come it's salty, getting ripped off for the dead pet, and that sort of stuff. And then there's
[DaZE] at my school.. the cop from DARE passed around 3 joints to show everyone... and he said "if i dont get all three of these back this schools getting locked down and everyones getting searched till i find it.." and like 30 minutes later when everyone got to see 'em and they got passed back the cop had 4.My brother came home from high school one day back in 1969 (before DARE; it was just some cop) and in his version several interesting items were added to the sample tray.
This one, however, I believe.
Update:
I think I used to work with this guy.
The real kind; this is what it looks like. More serious even than tire-slashing. And also some real censorship. More serious than declining to buy any more of someone's albums. Yet another reason to be glad my mother's family left Belarus ninetysome years back.
It's been a long time since I've linked the Take A Soldier To The Movies project. Altho the son who inspired the project is now back from Iraq, the Hintzkes are continuing to run this wonderful morale booster providing the troops with a “Saturday Night at the Movies” experience, and a way for them to be connected to back home.
I've just gotten an email announcing that they will be appearing on Talking With Heroes, a radio talk show out of Jacksonville Florida, 8pm (EST) on March 19. A podcast will be available for download from the show's archive. The show gives men and women in the military a forum to share their mostly untold experiences while serving and helping the people in Iraq, Afghanistan and in other areas of the world, and also features entertainers and others who help and support our troops.
The first time I ever failed to find what I was looking for via a search engine, I was seeking recipes for old-fashioned desserts related to cobblers, known as slumps and grunts. This was back when Alta Vista was still on Digital's servers and we had to walk uphill to and from school. I like pretty much any combination of filling and topping, which is why I snagged this one off the wee wifey's Blue Ribbon Recipe mailing list. Given that there is a fish, as well as a food format, called a grunt, one could get really silly. Or maybe one could have a tuna cobbler fix the shoes made from herring boxes which Clementine wore.
1 1/2 cups frozen mixed vegetables (from 1-lb bag)
2 cans (6 oz each) tuna, drained
1 can (10 3/4 oz) condensed cream of chicken soup
1/2 cup milk
1 jar (2 oz) sliced pimientos, drained, if desired
2 tablespoons sweet pickle relish
1 teaspoon lemon juice
1 cup boxed biscuit mix
1/3 cup cold water
1. Heat oven to 400°F. Spray 1 1/2-quart round casserole with cooking spray.
2. In 2-quart saucepan, stir frozen vegetables, tuna, soup, milk, pimientos, relish and lemon juice until well mixed. Heat over medium heat 6 to 8 minutes, stirring occasionally, until vegetables are thawed and mixture is hot and starts to bubble. Pour into casserole.
3. In medium bowl, stir biscuit mix and cold water with fork until soft dough forms; beat vigorously 30 seconds. Drop dough by 4 spoonfuls onto tuna mixture; sprinkle with paprika.
4. Bake uncovered 20 to 25 minutes until biscuits are golden brown.
I've been sending out my resume to every posted job for computer technical support in the Milwaukee area, and haven't gotten one nibble. This isn't a big problem; there's a couple of projects coming up in my specialty within the month, but it is a bit frustrating. It just never crossed my mind to claim I have the meaningless Associate's Degree they all ask for.
And even if we were, there is only so much market for sweet music. Last time I looked, the hot sound was digital modelling of previous generation analog synthesizers. Doesn't really matter. I'm not a performer, and don't judge myself against them anyway.
So if yesterday was the Ides of March, would today be the Jades of March?
I asked the wee wifey this. She nodded her head and said "Uh huh" but no doubt was silently calling me Mister Goof at the same time.
My wee wifey found this some time back in the food section of the Chicago Tribune. It is reported to be the signiture dessert at the public dining facilities at Pres-St. Luke's Hospital. It's an exceptionally easy way to throw something together to wow a crowd.
1 box chocolate cake, and specified ingredients to complete
1 jar hot fudge ice cream topping
1 tub extra-creamy whipped topping
Bake the cake in a 9 x 13 pan per box instructions. Smear with fudge and then with whipped topping. Cut into squares and serve.
By the way, has there ever been a newspaper upgraded from tribune to quadribune?
My mother, who was a Communist activist way back in the '30s used to say "Revolutionaries shouldn't spit on the sidewalk." Her premise was that the police were always out to get you and would use any possible excuse for an arrest.
More generally, if you are doing something wrong it is wise not to call attention to yourself. Word is that this operation got busted because, after all they had invested, they tried to cut corners by stealing electricity from the power utility.
As an active member (except during Lent) of the stoner faction of the Vast Right Wing Conspiracy, I consider this research to be worthwhile. Charle's lizardroid minions will, however, have something to say about which taxpayer-supported intitution hosted the study.
This soup is served at the yearly "Missions Luncheon" at the church my wee wifey attends. I don't know if it is simply a favorite of a committee member or represents something served at a soup kitchen somewhere. The only difference would be whether the canned salmon is fancy red sockeye or the cheaper pink stuff.
1 cup celery -- chopped
1 cup onion -- chopped
1 cup green pepper -- chopped
2 cloves garlic -- minced
6 Tablespoons butter
2 cans 14-1/2 oz chicken broth -- OR 2 chicken boullion cubes and 2 cups water
2 cups uncooked potatoes -- diced & peeled skin left on
2 cups carrots -- shredded
3 teaspoons salt
1 teaspoon black pepper
1 1/4 teaspoons dill weed
2 cans 14-3/4 oz cream style corn
4 cups half and half
2 cans 14-3/4 oz salmon -- drained flaked bones & skin removed
In large saucepan, saute celery, onion, green pepper and garlic in butter until the vegetables are tender. Add broth, potatoes, carrots, salt, pepper and dill; bring to a boil. Reduce heat; cover & simmer for 40 minutes or until the vegetables are nearly tender. Stir in the corn, cream & salmon. Simmer for 15 minutes or until heated through.
I recieved the following via a local Milwaukee email list which on rare occasions has something of interest. A quick googling turned up a mention at DU; Technorati has nothing about it yet. It is just about the most amazingly stupid political action I have ever heard of.
OPERATION EMPTY CHAIRI love the suggestion that everyone, regardless of their beliefs about this war, whether they oppose or support its continuance, would want to take part in this. Other than a replica of Saddam Hussein's throne, I cannot think of a chair I could set out which would show that I am not as oblivious as the people who think this will accomplish anything other than making them feel as good as singing Kumbayah does.
MARCH 19, 2006It is clear now that we will lose our 3000th American military member before the March 19th anniversary of the invasion of Iraq. Three years in, untold thousands of innocent Iraqis have also perished. And then there are the thousands upon thousands wounded, and those who will never be the same though they appear unmarked by the violence. These include soldiers and their spouses and children, parents and siblings, grandparents, aunts, and uncles, cousins and best friends. All of these lives have been irrevocably reduced by the loss of what ‘should have been.’
We don’t notice much about this unless we have a family member or friend in the military. We have not been asked to sacrifice, or do much more than stick a decal on our cars. This is unseemly. Such catastrophic events deserve at least that we witness the sacrifices of so many.
Regardless of your beliefs about this war, whether you oppose or support its continuance, those who continue to bear the burden deserve our acknowledgement.
Please join me on March 19th, 2006 in placing an empty chair outside, in front of your home, where it can be seen by all who pass by.
Do this as an act of witnessing that we are a nation at war, to signify that you recognize and have thought deeply about the costs. It can only be a good thing for every street in America to be lined with empty chairs, so that those who fight and those who send them into battle know that we are not oblivious.
Since it is only proper that a citizen should have an informed position on such a momentous act by our government, feel free to embellish your chair in whatever way seems appropriate to you.
