Only once in a lifetime does a condiment come into existence that can change a generation. I say “come into existence” because I do not believe that something this good, this sacred can be merely dreamed up in a kitchen or laboratory. It believe it simply came into existence through pure fate, as if the ingredients were set into motion toward each other by some celestial power, ultimately finding their resting place between two pieces of questionable polymer resin. Chick-fil-A Honey Roasted BBQ Sauce is the aforementioned sweet yet savory flavoring. Although your taste buds will find perfect bliss with Waffle Fries dipped in Chick-fil-A Honey Roasted BBQ Sauce, don’t let it stop there. Try it on your sandwich. Try it on your pizza. Even try it on your McDonald’s Grilled Club Chicken Select Sandwich on a whole wheat bun (hold the mayo). After one visit to condimentary utopia, ketchup will seem so 2006. Praise be to mono sodium glutamate.
Monthly Archive for May, 2007
So I’ve been busy lately helping out with our neighborhood block party. Working on the website, helping out with the advertising, etc. Things seem to be winding down now that the event is over, so hopefully I’ll get a chance to write something here soon.
Boing Boing has had a few posts about Falwell recently that are well worth mention:
Fun Family Game: Hitler or Falwell - Read a quote, guess who said it. Definitely read the first comment after the quiz.
Falwell’s Stupidest Quotes, Direct From Hell - No need to explain.
Jerry Falwell Talks About His First Time - In 1983 Hustler Magazine published an advertisement which was a parody interview. Falwell sued Hustler for libel, but this case set a precedent in the Supreme Court for free speech rights and parody.
Two of my least favorite people really don’t get along.
www.godhatesamerica.com
Since that is a temporary splash screen, I’ll copy the text:
WBC will preach at the memorial service of the corpulent false prophet Jerry Falwell, who spent his entire life prophesying lies and false doctrines like “God loves everyone”.
There is little doubt that Falwell split Hell wide open the instant he died. The evidence is compelling, overwhelming, and irrefragable. To wit:
- Falwell was a true Calvinistic Baptist when he was a young preacher in Springfield, Missouri, and sold his soul to Free-Willism (Arminianism) for lucre.
- Falwell bitterly and viciously attacked WBC because of WBC’s faithful Bible preaching — therebycommitting the unpardonable sin — otherwise known as the sin against the Holy Ghost.
- Falwell warmly praised Christ-rejecting Jews, pedophile-condoning Catholics, money-grubbing compromisers, practicing fags like Mel White, and backsliders like Billy Graham and Robert Schuler, etc. All for lucre — making him guilty of their sins.
My only fear is that Falwell’s falwellers will see him as a saint. I use the term “saint” very loosely, much more loosely than the Moral Majority (Wikipedia). And while I’m on the subject, what a misnomer!
For all of you seeing the talk about Joost and wanting to get in on the fun, I can send you an invite. Just email me or leave a comment, and I’ll get you set up. If you leave a comment, you only have to put your email address in the email address field, not in the actual comment.
Joost is internet based on-demand television with channels like MTV, Nickelodeon, National Geographic, Logo, Adult Swim and Comedy Central. They offer full episodes. It is available for Windows and for Intel Macs.
A pop is a punch in the face. Coke is short for Coca-Cola. There, I’ve said my piece.
Link.
We decided to pull out all the stops for our 4th anniversary tonight. We ordered Pizza Hut and sat in bed to watch The Road To Wellville on NetFlix’s new “Watch Now” video-on-demand service. Afterwards we upgraded David’s computer to Windows Vista since his upgrade disc came in the mail. No one has ever accused us of being sentimental. Although our original intent was to watch Misery, but we decided that would be inappropriate for tonight.
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In the not-so-distant-past, my mom bought me and David a huge planter which is designed to look like an eccentric one gallon coffee mug. That’s 3.75 liters, Preston. The mug was mostly for David, as my mom knows he is a coffee fiend/connoisseur.
Several days later I was telling a grandmotherly lady, who shall remain nameless, about the mug and how I wanted to grow a coffee plant in it because it would be… you know… ironic or kitsch or funny or some crap like that. Her response was, “No, you know what you should plant in there? Marijuana.” She didn’t say, “Marijuana, haha.” Nope, just “Marijuana.” Period.
Last year said grandmotherly lady was in my house and saw our money tree bonsai, of which she asked, “is this marijuana? It should be closer to the window so it can get better light.”
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