So, just to verify that any Todd is three-quarters “odd,” I present our latest household diversion: Drinking with Giada (also known as the Giada De Laurentis drinking game).
Back-story, you inquire? Fine.
2007 has been a year that has seen the missus and I clock more time in the exercise room than ever before: weights, treadmill, crunches, sweating… trying to stop sweating. We’d go absolutely mad without some sort of opiate to dull the pain and monotony of, you know… like, working.
Enter the Food Network!
While doggedly working to burn the calories we’ve consumed throughout the day, we watch “celebrity chefs” make all sorts of delicious-looking (and absolutely counter-productive) delicacies. Hey, it works for us.
Anway, one of our favorite shows is “Everyday Italian” with Giada De Laurentis, the perky, pearly-toothed, high-forheaded (and curiously hot) granddaughter of Italian filmmaking legend Dino De Laurentis. She makes good stuff. And now you can participate in the fun with the unofficial companion drinking game. Here’s the dirt…
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For a blog with next to zero readership (by choice, of course), I get a surprising amount of flack for not updating it. Thing is, this is the busiest time of year for us here at The Factory and I’m up to my eyeballs in this work stuff (what’s up with that?!).
I do have a few items in the hopper, however.
For starters, I owe Tom a short-story/ vignette/ haiku- written- blindfolded- with- my- left- hand that was due last Monday. And Shawn is expecting a CD review from me any day now. And then there’s the how-to piece I plan to post on automated remote system backups (sounds exciting, no?). So there is activity behind the curtain. It’s just this damned need to pay the bills that is keeping the action to a minimum. I’ve even flaked on taking snapshots: an activity that requires next to no thought or effort. Geez…
So to my adoring public, who sit with blue faces while waiting to exhale upon the arrival of my next riveting, witty, thought-provoking, laugh-out-loud-funny tear-jerker, I offer this tender morsel to tide you over. It comes to you via my beloved wife, who presented me with an example of the most time-honored and unusual form of popular humor to come out of the past century: the knock-knock joke.
While I was getting dressed for work this morning, she looked over her morning paper and offered:
“Knock-knock.”
“Who’s there?”
“Acowsez”
“Acowsez who?”
“No silly, a cow sez moo! “
Ba-dum-ching!
Do I seem uptight? In need of some mellowing out perhaps? Google seems to think so. Check out the recommendations that greeted me this morning when I went to Google Groups to do a little guitar reading. Guitar and cannibis are algorythmic peanut butter and jelly, apparently.
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Check it out: Another test.
While I never actually provide anything of value in the blogs I create (and there are several), I am something of an artiste when it comes to test entries. Trust me on this one.
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For your listening pleasure, four tracks from Nine Inch Bukowski.
"What is Nine Inch Bukowski," you ask? Well. It's like… two great tastes that taste great together. Peanut butter meets chocolate. Cheddar meets apple pie. Vodka meets kaluha and cream. Have a listen and hear for yourself:
Track 1: Love Is a Piece of Paper [192kbps | mp3 | 4.1 MB | 2:53]
Track 2: The Hair Hairy Fist [192kbps | mp3 | 3.8 MB | 2:43]
Track 3: Their Finest Art [192kbps | mp3 | 4.4 MB | 3:09]
Track 4: An Action Afternoon (Salem Mix) [192kbps | mp3 | 3.8 MB | 2:42]
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