You ever see someone puke up 5,000 Doritos?

Major Food Groups:




A shitload of Doritos (although I find their 'Tangy cheese' packaging redundant)

Oreos

Fucking asparagus

This picture of Bob Dylan and Jack from the early '90s

"Dynamite Ham"

[Easter Dinner, 2010]

Today's Exceptional Shit

Shouldering their bags they trudged, the red Egyptians.

Consider the Lobster

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Take anotha drinka wine!

It was Christmas last night on South Clerk Street!
Imagine this in a refined British accent

Ridhima and DB, thinking about how hungry they are.

Meanwhile, Shaun lends a hand in the kitchen.

Delicious, delicious roast

The chef



Giant Yorkshire puddin'







Pretty drunk and skeptical of the self-timer and really really really full


(photos courtesy of Lucy Stew)

I got a bird that whistles, I got a bird that sings

And so it's over, and we're too sickly full to care. Sure, Thanksgiving*, but also the year. One month left until this awful decade of millennial uncertainty comes to a fucking end. And I am optimistic for the coming year, I am sure it will be great, but I am also optimistic about this great month of December that lie ahead of us, because I think I have a chance to end this year on a much more phenomenal note than with which I began it. T'will be a month of mulled wine and decorating, of writing more than reading, of drinking espressos in bed and listening to the Mountain Goats and The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan and wearing men's trousers, of feeling the fierce December wind rush through the cracked window and whip against the corners of the room and then carry back out. Of finally saying goodbye to the Grudges of the Year before they carry on to 2010--of letting them dissipate alright, and completely; it's lonely with or without them.

*A quick note on the outcome of the Holiday: everything was extremely edible/non-toxic, and I'd like to give two shout outs, to Lucy and myself, for managing to balance, with a fairly even hand, the acts of preparing a feast, and of celebrating a Great American Holiday via excesses of debilitating substances. Seriously though. Who do you know who can baste a turkey and smoke a joint simultaneously? In this narrator's humble and modest opinion, our performance was admirable. Admirable, and American.

On the menu for Thanksgiving

Turkey! (German stuffing, gravy with the giblets & juices), buttermilk mashed potatoes, glazed apples & carrots, roasted parsnip bread pudding, pumpkin pie, and a whole bunch of red wine.

And hopefully it will be edible--I've been doing my research (see video). Bring your own pilgrim hats. Or headdresses.

I'm kidding

Paige would like to extend her thanks to the "pro surfers" who helped themselves to all the peanut butter and jelly in her kitchen last night. You guys are awesome!!1!

"Is bacon less cool because Paula Deen likes it, or is it always cool, like Orson Welles?" -Good Old Anthony Bourdain, with aid, at The New York Wine & Food Festival.

Standards

Paige Dubya

loves few things more than sitting in her room and getting high.

And in the spirit of such things, I leave you, gentle reader, with my ultimate aspiration, as depicted so mouth-wateringly by Descartes himself:

'The moment has come, and so today I have discharged my mind from all its cares, and have carved out a space of untroubled leisure. I have withdrawn into seclusion and shall at last be able to devote myself seriously and without encumbrance to the task of destroying all my former opinions.'

'Cus it just ain't no thing

Before it was just a squirrel. Now it's a squirrel, leaping giantly from branch to branch, tumbling through trees because he is on a mission, because he has purpose, because he is a pursuer.

But it's still just a squirrel, right? Just a thing; A Thing. So where does this transition from 'it' to 'he' occur? But even after successful personification, he still acts completely mechanical. Am I right? Surely we, as humans, as larger-brained entities, must be slightly--if only that--more than machines.

We are the ultimately personified.

Wait, what's going on?

http://www.thisamericanlife.org/Radio_Episode.aspx?sched=1263