I\’m growing hungry

Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around

Underneath that sign always congregated quite a crowd

That WHAT you fear the most, could meet you halfway
That WHAT you fear the most, could meet you halfway
Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around

This is a great picture taken Thursday (yesterday) by NASA’s Solar Dynamics Observatory showing the twister, the ejection on the left, and a huge sunspot on the right. Beautiful, just fucking beautiful. Good job guys!!

Shot this myself this morning before jumping into the shower … another mirror pic. I’m never happy with the results, as always!! I even tried shooting my good side … I couldn’t find it!! Sadly my two choices were bad … and more bad!!

What will I do

Never had a chance to say goodbye

I mean continual too, without rest … trying to sustain it for as long you can is the best you can do!!

Who’s the one that makes you happy?
Or maybe, who’s the one always on your mind?
And who is the reason you’re livin’ for?
Who’s the reason for your smile?

And you’re the only one I’m thinkin’ of.
You mean the world to me.
You are my only!

I love you so much that I think I\’m going insane

Everyone needs somebody.
And you know, everybody needs someone.
Well, and yes it’s true!
Everybody needs a special kind of love,
And you’re the only one I’m thinkin’ of.
You mean the world to me.
You are my only.

I feel so lonely yet I know I’m not the only one
To carry on this way.
I love you so much I lose track of time,
Lose track of the days.

You’re the one that makes me happy. Oh yeah baby.
And you’re the one always on my mind. And a-yes it’s true.
You are my reason, my one and only that I’ve been livin’ for.

Wait. Who’s that guy just hanging at your pad?
He’s lookin’ kinda bummed.
Yeah you broke up that’s too bad.
I guess it’s fair if he always pays the rent
And he doesn’t get all bent
About sleepin’ on the couch when I’m there.

Cause I like you,
Yeah I like you.

And I feel wahoo, wahoo, wahoo!

Today I was at the LCBO waiting my turn in line to pay, clenching a half sack of Anchor Steam beer in each hand, when the cashier guy, looks my way and without any provocation, randomly asks me if I hade tried the Samuel Adams Octoberfest yet? I don’t know this guy, never seen him before, nor are the LCBO staff known to be a chatty bunch, so I was a bit surprised. Thing is I hadn’t, but during my previous visit at a different LCBO, I stared at it for a good couple of minutes, contemplating buying it, but didn’t. And, actually did the same today before once again choosing not to. So, when he asked (I guess because he saw me with a good quality beer, thinking I appreciate good beer), and started recommending it. I told him I had my eye on it. Didn’t take long for me to be convinced, I was excited about the prospects of trying it, plus I loved the beer-talk too … so I quickly ran back and grabbed a 6 pack of it as well. Now on to paying for everything … my second part of this story. A fews days ago, a friend of mine, someone I know, owed me $170. So he takes out money to pay, and he had this LCBO pre-paid gift card and asked me if I wanted it as part payment. He tells me it’s worth $60, but asks if I trust him that it actually has $60 on it? Fuck yeah I trust him, and fuck yeah I want it … why not? I mean it’s all money, and I go often enough and I’d thought it would be great not having to give real money for a change, kinda, make it seem like free booze, lol. So, he gives me the card, gives me $110 cash and wants me to understand if there’s a problem with it, he’d take care of it … and I know he would, this is a guy to be completely trusted. … without missing a beat and straight faced says to me, “if it’s not $60, next time you come I drop my pants, you fuck me up the ass”!! HAHAHA … motherfucker cracked me up!! Left the liquor store and driving home, I couldn’t stop fucking laughing … card was worth $56!! HAHAHA!!

You’ll have to carry me back to were I belong

I don\’t want money I don\’t need the fame

Mama grab me by my feet and just drag me home

I’ve lost my way I’m so alone

And all I want is to come home

So if you can please mama can you save me

Before I blow this life to hell

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Fucking hate it when a plan doesn’t come together. Unfortunately the above link is broken, it won’t work the way I intended it to. Please copy & paste the following link. Sorry for the extra step, I know, I know, what a fucking nuisance, eh? But you have to, YOU MUST listen … great fucking tune!!

The Chinese version with the crackling skin!! This is my newest and latest obsession of something I’d like to do for a family dinner. I was thinking of it prior to Thanksgiving, and I guess that holiday inspired me once again in considering it for a family event/dinner. I’ve even already stopped at a few highly regarded Chinese restaurants known for fabulous whole roasted pig. For a complete meal (the whole pig, plus a few sides), I’m looking at around $250-$300. Which is fine, it’s not too much … what is too much is the quantity of food. Even buying a suckling pig, instead of the bigger one, is enough to feed 20 people … maybe more. And my family, and my gatherings aren’t close to that number of people. Recently, we lost one member also … so sad, she was much too young to leave us. Uh, no … she didn’t die, lol. It wasn’t ‘girl don’t go away mad … girl just go away’ either … she’s just gone, let’s leave it at that. Granted, I could buy the amount needed to feed the lot, but the whole pig presentation is what makes it so fucking incredible!! Hey, and like the lady at the restaurant said, “you can wrap up left-overs for the guests to take home”. We’ll see … one day, one fucking day!!

This one is cut, sliced ready to be servered and eaten, yet appearing intact. The restaurants offer this option, and this would be the way I’d go. But, they add a charge for this … pigs, lol!!

Nothing more, nothing less. Getting along with thy neighbour, trying to at least … and dealing with everyone, and everyone’s situation, problems, circumstances on a daily basis. Simple … in theory at least!!

Pilgrimage

I\’m looking California and feeling Minnesota

Show me the power child I’d like to say

That I’m down on my knees today

I’m feeling outshined outshined outshined outshined

This year since the weather was so warm, sunny and beautiful, I was excited and all gung-ho to BBQ my turkey. Always wanted to do it, but never did. It helped that mine was a 6kg (13 lb.) bird and not the 20 pounders that I used to buy in the past. Firstly, it would have been a tight squeeze on the Weber, and lifting/manoeuvring that bitch would have proved mighty difficult!! I did research on the topic, but only wanted tips … I essentially weeded out so much misinformation on the topic, it would make your head spin. People seem to think that talking about any possible subject on the internet somehow makes them fucking experts … well, it fucking don’t!! So, with my carefully crafted plan, which primarily had two very important components: the use of one-sided indirect grilling … and: the notion and possibility that I might only start the turkey on the grill, and then finish it off indoors in my oven. And, this is exactly what I did … and not even one motherblogger out there had this idea … I thought of it all by myself. This was a great idea, especially important for a first time effort. My biggest concern was adding unnecessary smokiness and bitter flavour … I mean standing there, working my bird, turning it from side to side, I could smell a shitload of smoke. These fears(thankfully)were completely unfounded … after 50 minutes on the BBQ, and about 2 hours more in the oven, it never had a hint of smokiness when we finally sat down for dinner to dig in and devour it. Also, I had it finished, out of the oven for about two and a half hours on a platter, tented with aluminum foil, trying to help keep it warm before carving it, and was worried it was going to be cold turkey, and the only cold turkey I like is John Lennon’s … but I couldn’t believe how hot it still was. Hot, from the inside out, but not dried out hot. It was so moist, juicy and tender … maybe my best one ever, if I do say so myself … and since I’m in charge here, I allow the assumption!! Here’s the pics … btw, I used a finely chopped fresh oregano, rosemary, and sage rub (in olive oil – as well as plenty of freshly ground pepper and kosher salt). Stuffed the cavity with a huge sage bunch, a Royal Gala apple and a Spanish onion both quartered just for added flavour, and just for good fucking measure!!

Light me up that cigarette and I strap shoes on my feet

Got to find a reason, reason things went wrong

I got a Dalmatian, I can still get high

Cause you might get run over, or you might get shot

Fucking and fighting, it’s all the same

This is my version!! I was eating solo this particular day and was so craving a burger … so I went to my local market, and all they had for buns … well all they had that stood out were these lovely ciabatta buns!! I thought, why not? I also snagged 350g of freshly ground Angus sirloin. I then high-heat grilled the beef (liberally sprinkled with my secret seasonings, of course), and then the bun at a lower temp. (toasted to perfection, as you can see) and made this fucking incredible 12 ounce beauty with sauteed ‘shrooms, some Tex Mex cheese that I had leftover, and some mustard&mayo!! Notice the optimum degree of doneness (perfectly pink) when I flipped it and sliced it for ease of eating … as well as a great pic for y’all. Served alongside my trusty companion of course … a pilsner glass full ‘o Urquell, and I was one fucking happy camper … as you can imagine!!

Well I used to stand for something
Now I’m on my hands and knees
Trading in my God for this one
And he signs his name with a capital G

Don\’t give a shit about the temperature in Guatemala

Don’t really see what all the fuss is about
Ain’t gonna worry about no future generations and a
And I’m sure somebody’s gonna figure it out

Don’t try to tell me that some power can corrupt a person
You haven’t had enough to know what it’s like
You’re only angry ’cause you wish you were in my position
Now nod your head because you know that I’m right … alright

I hear so much AC/DC on the radio all the fucking time. Wasn’t always that way. It seems that over the years, they’ve become integrated and accepted into our music, our lifestyle. It made me think about the best time in everybody’s life (well, mine at least) … high school!! And not the first year or two, those can be hard times for a young kid. I’m talking about grad year, when you rule the roost and run the fucking school. It made me think of all the fun, the parties, all my friends, all the good times … a coming of age. Music was always there … was such an important part of it … so many great songs, great bands, I mean man what a fucking list!! But, I was thinking of that one, specific album (that’s right motherfuckers … album) that I could unequivocally pin-point and label as musically being the defining time in my life!! Without any doubt, not even a hint of hesitation, I quickly answer ‘Back in Black’!! It was who we were … it was our time!!

Always!! I’m constantly so fucking focused, completely aware of what needs to be done … at all times!! Damn, I like this one!! Shit … shoulda made it a danistrulytheman quote!!