- Looking for your favorite summer shoes - your bad-ass Vans - and finding out that your son at some point had decided to wear them to work on a day he was painting. Son of a bitch. Oops, did I say that out loud?
- Outspoken Christians who embrace prosperity theology, while simultaneously lecturing others on true core Christian principles.
- Outspoken self-help advocates who incessantly post ad nauseum about, and literally make lucrative careers out of their life as "victims"; and then go on to publicly chastise others for "pointing fingers" and "refusing to move on". WTF? Hypocrite much?
- Losing 5 million dollars in poker over a 3 day bad-run.
- Psycho cheating ex's who still think they have the right to openly critique the women you choose to be with.
- Those who toss their garbage in an ash can, when there's a garbage can 10 feet away.
- Those who toss their garbage in an ash can, when there's a garbage can 10 feet away; and then walk away when the ash can begins to smolder.
- When, in refusing to mince words with people of questionable character, they feign moral outrage. There ain't a damn thing I've uttered which I haven't earned the right to say.
- When your grown son whom you still feed and shelter catches the biggest ling cod on the planet, and decides to share it with his friends instead.
- While your grown son whom you still feed and shelter is enjoying the biggest ling cod on the planet with his friends, you washing his dirty dishes he left stacked for the weekend, so that you can cook something for yourself
- That uneasy feeling you can't quite figure out.
Stay tuned, I feel a bout of misanthropy coming on.
Dub'
- Having to process paperwork for business partners all afternoon on Easter Sunday, because they all decided to wait until the weekend to submit their requests for assistance for paperwork that they needed - TA DA!... on Sunday.
- People, who as if they were talking directly to you, engage in 5 minute detailed conversations with your voicemail system.
- And speaking of which, office voicemail systems that won't allow you to "press 7" until you've listened to the entire message first.
- Being on a date, and having a (now careworn) ex-girlfriend from years ago proposition you to go home with HER; only to realize she's looking for a sucker to pay off her crack debt for the night. Then upon turning her down cold, having her throw the "I thought you were my friend" card. Bitch, are you for real? Sorry, but last time I looked in the mirror, I don't recall seeing the words "fucking gullible dumbass" stenciled on my forehead.
- Mid-May. Still cold; still raining, still dreaming.
- Unrealized selfishness. Others, not your own.
- Receiving a booty-call on a work night, when you've been up for 17 hours; and her not "retiring" for another 6. At my age, that can give the *wrong* impression.
- That the nature of life-systems is such that emotional and physical desires can never truly be fulfilled.
- That much like a dog chasing its own tail, purposefullness is a circular endeavor. What does everybody want; everybody seek? Happiness. What is the one that that most people aren't - even those who are "well off"? Happy. Just stop worrying about it, people. Simply… be.
Been a while; hopefully it will be a while longer...
Dub'
I've decided to inject another element into the blog. One of my favorite subjects; one which I am very passionate about. Food. This is my own recipe, and it came out DAMN GOOD. This medley of flavors is simply phenomenal; and it only takes about an hour to cook.
Ingredients-
6 lbs. of fresh clams (or as many as you want.)
Water, as needed
8 slices thick cut pepper bacon, diced
2 Walla Walla sweet onions, chopped
3 cloves garlic; pressed, or 3 tsp minced garlic
2 stalks celery, diced
2 carrots, peeled and diced.
1 1/2 cups water
4 large Yukon Gold potatoes, peeled and cubed
Salt and McCormick's Worcestershire black pepper, to taste
1 cup quality Sauvignon Blanc
2 tsp Worcestershire sauce
2 tsp hot sauce of choice (such as Tabasco)
1 tbsp thyme
1 tsp dill
1 tbsp cornstarch
1 quart half and half
1 stick of butter
4 tbsp malt vinegar
2 tbsp parsley
- Steam clams in about 2 inches of water, just until clams open. Reserve clam juice; mince clams, and set aside.
- Add enough water, along with the clam juice, to make approx. 1 quart of liquid. Set aside.
- In stock pot, cook diced bacon over medium-high heat until almost crisp.
- Add onions, garlic, celery, and carrots; saute for 5 minutes.
- Stir in 1 1/2 cups water, and potatoes; season with salt and Worcestershire pepper. Bring to a boil, and cook uncovered until potatoes are tender. Note: You may be tempted to add more water here, but do not. It's going to look thick, but it's supposed to be. There will be plenty more liquid to add later.
- Add reserved clam liquid, white wine, Worcestershire, hot sauce, thyme, and dill. Return to a boil. Reduce heat to medium, and simmer about 10 minutes.
- Dissolve cornstarch into the half and half, and stir the mixture into the soup. Add the butter, and stir.
- Add clams, stir occasionally, and cook until it just starts to bubble; but do not allow to boil.
- Reduce heat to low, and cook for 3 minutes, or until lightly thickened.
- Add the vinegar and parsley, and stir in.
- Get your damn grub on.
