Many things are strange things and here are things from our writings. Interviews, adventure trails, cooking recipes and homebrew breakdowns.
The lower you go, the further back in time you venture. Delight.
Ladder of flavour? A few rungs above bland. This can be constructed & delivered in less than 30 minutes, depending on your aptitude with a knife.
Jimmy Weasel - Saturday, 23 January 2010
Down on the chamber pot, the percolating smells brew up quite the nasal fest. From the wafting fumes, the air solidifies partial sweaty rock and musty punk, a taste hinting at delicious pockets of after-aftertaste, and the not so floral punch of an undone music interview leaves the tongue wanting something else.
Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 23 December 2009
Dark and neverending is the trail of a labyrinth below Edmonson County, Kentucky. Beyond the shallow graves and lime walls, Mammoth Cave is the literal long tail of cave systems. Alas, no minotaurs or woolly mammoths call the caverns home.
Ethan Switch - Tuesday, 3 June 2008
If what can turn a foul mood around becomes the harbinger of the foul mood, what happens next? Turn it into a learning experience. And when that learning curve makes a late break over the plate, you'd better start to swing away.
Jimmy Weasel - Sunday, 5 November 2006
It doesn't take a big man to admit that he drinks. It takes a big man to get wasted and perform impromptu sermons naked from a balcony; raving upon the ravages of the insanity of stata bylaws and noisy offspring in adjoining arpartments...
Jimmy Weasel - Saturday, 4 November 2006
The journey toward enlightenment need not begin in any particular direction so much as that it needs to begin at all - and if you create your own beery reality with which to illuminate yourself, enlightenment can indeed glass you in the jaw in the comfort of your own bathtub.
Jimmy Weasel - Thursday, 7 September 2006
80% alliterative. Deliberate? Subconsciously. All normal thought stolen by the weight and treachery of the outdoor world. A world where a boy has to battle all manner of foes armed to the teeth just to find the time to get back into the kitchen where he belongs.
Jimmy Weasel - Tuesday, 13 June 2006
Enough to return. Enough to go back. Still, just not enough to sign up and be among the legions to call Scientology the religion of choice. And it has nothing to do with being an atheist or having something of an aversion to peanut butter in most forms.
Ethan Switch - Monday, 5 June 2006
If you cook naked, and you get burned, then you're a chump, and I'll throw my empties at you from my balcony. Goddamnit, boy! Put some pants on and cook like a grown-up!
Jimmy Weasel - Saturday, 1 April 2006
Als de tijd uw vijand is en u geen tijd om hebt te verspillen door dingen in de verkeerde orde te doen, bereid me omhoog door één van de bieren voor te drinken zoals afgeslagen uw groenten, zwengel de muziek aan, en organiseer uw sausen.
Jimmy Weasel - Monday, 13 February 2006
The octopus is a cephalopod of the order Octopoda that inhabits many diverse regions of the ocean, especially coral reefs. The term may also refer to only those creatures in the genus Octopus. In the larger sense, there are 289 different octopus species, which is over one-third the total number of cephalopod species. One thing is for certain - these buggers are tasty.
Jimmy Weasel - Saturday, 31 December 2005
Who likes apples? Most people. Combine those people with more people and you've got a large-ish crowd. Then what happens? It's a mystery; like life. Like apples - nature's pudding just waiting for an oven, and a daring savage with a knife.
Jimmy Weasel - Sunday, 13 November 2005
Once again we take a trip to Spicytown through the shiftiest back streets a blind taxi driver could steer through. Staggering out to admire the tastes and the sights and the smells while trudging through the debris strewn about an unkempt street we find our hero nipple deep in thoughts about nothing in particular...
Jimmy Weasel - Monday, 17 October 2005
There are those who actually watch late night television for the commercials. There are ones featuring ads about ads. Others are for the phone sex and chat lines with women who don't earn enough for warm clothes. Ads with short-sighted women with hook thumbs who do nothing but SMS all day long on their mobiles. And then there are the ads for those looking to participate as audience members for a show they know nothing about.
Ethan Switch - Monday, 19 September 2005
if a messenger you must be known, then with messages you must return
Belvedere Jehosophat - Thursday, 9 June 2005
Some like it hot, while others, well, don't. This dish, unlike revenge, is best served warm, or even hot, and is ideal for anyone who likes to eat. Guard your kitchen against all who would invade it with a sharp knife and careful eyes...
Jimmy Weasel - Saturday, 19 March 2005
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