Guest post from my East Coast Twin
The uber diva, infamously known as “Plee”To come shortly.
As only true girlfriends do, here we are demonstrating the appropriate and universal sign language for “you have kimchi stuck in your teeth, yo”
October 2002 Archive
Guest Post
True
True Romance
Moi: “So How’d you meet?”
J: “Yo, you’re going to love this.”
C: “Yeah, it’s kind of funny…”
J: “Our Dads used to bang together so like they’d be doing drugs and getting fucked up and shit when we were babies and would shove us in the other room and be like, ok babies, go play”
C: “So we’ve known each other our whole lives”
J: “Yeah, we didn’t see each other for a bunch of years and 4 years ago got reunited”
C: “Been together ever since”
Moi: “Wait… your dads were in a gang together?”
J&C: “Yeah.”
Moi: “…Nice.”
I hate everyone healthy right now.
I am sick and feeling like a big whiney crybaby. My head, in addition to being blockhead shaped, currently feels as if there are some explosive devices somewhere in my sinus cavity. The forehead, already flat like my nosey, feels like it’s been beaten with a concrete brick.
I have decided to scold everyone at work who was sick last week whom I had any contact with.
“You suck. I hate you. Thanks buddy.”
One responded “It wasn’t me.”
My response?
“Quoting Shaggy does absolutely nothing to lesson my sickly venom right now.”
Sunshine
From Leia, who is a grand piece of sunshine herself,
“Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.” -James Barrie
To recap on my the remaining parts of my TX trip, I’m a bit overdue and I apologize for the delay.
Texas Adventures: Yeeehawww Part 3 The evening after returning from the wedding & blogger meetup with Michael & Ari, Tim, & Jish, Pamela & I returned home on the lateside, started dorking out & got online, laughing, blogging, & reading up on folks. Mel who had planned to join us, was hijacked by a boy and his geekdom and unable to join us but we chatted afterwards and she was kind enough to offer me some drugs to ameliorate my sneezie weezies from the house of kitties. Michael is totally correct when he refers to me as a blockhead.
Saturday morning Pamela was kind enough to drive me to the airport where I picked up a rental for my trek to Dallas from Austin.I apparently have a penchant for red mustangs in TX and this time opted for the convertible model. After minor delays in locating Tim’s home in the college ghetto, we were off & running. The three hour trek flew by as we chatted about everything and I was ever so grateful for the company. Arriving at Dave,’s was a breeze and after unloading our shtuff, we were off to Casa De Jeremy & Mark where we chilled, cheered on Jeremy in his missions on Grand Theft Auto, and caught up. Soon we were joined by Matt & Leia and to the Tippery we went. Snarkdom be had by all and Shiner booze to boot.
Thought of the moment "1 Vagina, 2 Vagina, 3 Vagina 4! Everyone! Sing along!!"p>
Here’s something to note: Jeremy + 14 consecutive hours of Grand Theft Auto + Jeep = Entertainment. Down one way streets & over dividers. In real life. Woot. Down to the grassy knoll we went. Leia was gracious about explaining the historical significance of an obscured window where the lone gunman watched and targeted JFK. X marked the spot and we later held our stomachs whilst checking out the autopsy photos. Ewww. Some grocery shopping for the pending Oblique was completed and the butchers were very kind to slice up everything for me as I requested. The gang’s pal Andy was moving and to a farewell party we zipped. Mark drove the mustang and let’s just say that he made all the passengers more comfortable being behind the wheel than his roommate. Top down, zipping through Dallas in a red mustang convertible. I recommend it highly.
Our cheeks tingled and our hair got as crazily whipped as well, one of those boys at Folsom Street Fair. Hee. Favorite moments at the party include listening to my favorite Mark& Josh sing tunes and sharing our little answers to the question “Who was your sunshine this week? Whose sunshine were you?” I had incredible warm fuzzies and slept fitfully that eve.
Sunday, I was up and at’em early. I was graced enough to locate the church where my mother’s godmother attends and where her son, the Father (yes I know that sounds grammatically odd) presides over mass. It felt like being home and I had even more sunshine in my belly. The Lee’s are old friends of the family and while Mrs. Lee was my mother’s godmother, Father Joe used to beat up my brother when we were children and gave me both my first prayerbook and my first rosary. Mr Lee, I recall, had experienced an outstanding reunion with his brother whom he hadn’t seen for nearly 30 years as his brother had lived in North Korea. Losing contact with each other during the 50s, 60s, 70s, and early 80s, they had finally been able to establish contact and see each other face to face. I cannot imagine that sort of separation from family and loved ones and that story always makes me recognize how very precious those whom I love are to me. Mrs Lee, ever a friend to the family, introduced my Father to my Stepmother in 1994. She’s about 2 degrees of separation from every Korean Catholic in North America. She smacked my hand playfully and said that next time I come to TX I must stay with her and she must feed me. Lots. She asked if I had a boyfriend yet. I said I was waiting for God to provide. That’s the only answer, I’ve found, that satisfies and shuts up the nags that comes from those of the older generation that love you.
The rest of Sunday was spent basking in my personal sunshine, and prepping. Prepping a LOT of food. I really dug speaking with Dave, regarding cultural differences between TX & elsewhere; reminiscing about the loveliness of Lausanne with Denise,& Charles and feeling like a rockstar with Ed K.. Not to mention totally making Julie,blush ridiculously red. Thanks loads to the DFW Bloggers that came out and I was very glad to meet you all. Tim & I headed back home to Austin around 9:30 and arrived safely around 1. Driving to Tim‘s house, the roads were clear. In the 10 minutes it took me to grab directions from his home to Pamela’s a tree had fallen across the road, toppled by the fierce winds that were picking up. Was it coincidence or fate? I don’t know but I got back to Pamela’s safely and passed out cold after repacking my shtuff for the long flight back.
Monday AM: Up early, eating cinnamon buns with the gal, laughing, hugging, and saying silly adieus. Mad props go to the following folks who made my TX sojourn incredible: Pamela, Dale, Mel & The Cats, VJ & Greggy, Jish, Michael, Ari,Tim, Dave, Jeremy, Mark, Leia, Matt, Bryan, Katie, Amanda, Ed K., Denise, Charles, Erica, Julie, And so now I’m back. Here’s my FOBiQue recipes that I sent out to the lovely DFW folks who were at dinner. I unfortunately don’t measure accurately but to give you a brief overview of what goes in the stuff I cooked
*Burlgogi (Beef FOBBQ)
Thin sliced beef
Soy Sauce
Sesame Oil
Sugar
Crushed Garlic
Slivered scallions
Shredded Asian Pear
Pepper
Rice wine vinegar
One crushed kiwi to soften/tenderize beef (it’s weird but it works) Some eat a mild variation of this dish as beef Tartar. Hardcore I say. I
prefer my Fobique cooked.
*Daeji Burlgogi (Spicy Pork FOBBQ)
Thin Sliced Pork
Go Chu Jjang (spicy red Korean bean paste)
Splash of Soy sauce
Splash of Sesame Oil
Slivered Scallions
Brown SugarWhen squishing the pork around in the hot stuff,(with your bare hands is best) don’t forget to make goofy kitschy horror movie type noises. Bleah blah blah blah…bleah…Bad dialogue like "These are the spleens of my exboyfriends" are a plus.
*Gim Bop (Korean Style Vegetable Maki)
Spinach
Carrots
Shitake Mushrooms
Saute each separately and set aside. All are seasoned with just sesame oil, sesame seeds & salt
Fry Egg & slice in strips
1 Pickled Daikon (Fluorescent yellow) slice in strips
Cooked rice & Seaweed for rolling up your maki
Rice goes in 3/4 of the seaweed paper (My method is to keep a bowl of cool water handy and grab bits of rice & spread it across the seaweed while it’s still fairly hot) Add strips of each element across the rice & roll baby, roll like you’re on ecstasy. You can salt & season your rice with rice wine vinegar and salt if you want but it’s not necessary. Slice into 3/4 inch wide slices & prance about studly cuz you have made the prettiest dish in the neighborhood.
* Kimchi JJigheh (Big spicy stinkin pot of stew)
1 Jar of kimchi – use 3/4 for soup and 1/4 for kimchi pancakes
Sour/old kimchi is the best for this. If your kimchi is too crisp/fresh, then you may need to add some vinegar to sour it up.
Put kimchi in pot.
Add water to cover
Boil then simmer.Add cubed tofu
Chopped onions
Cubed Squash and other vegetables (Mushrooms are good)
(You can add fish or cubed pork or bacon to this dish to add layers of flavor)
Add 2 tablespoons of the spicy hot bean paste gochujjang to taste.
Add 2 tablespoons of butter to mellow out the taste
Add sugar to taste to balance the vinegary/spicy tastes
Simmer some more. Turn on the fan. Watch as flies drop after hovering too close to the lid of the pot. Go buy toiletpaper because your ass will hurt if you eat too much spicy stuff. And yes, you will have regular bowel movements. Kimchi fiber is good for you. Research in Korea shows that it kills cancer cells in some cases. You hear that? Kimchi kicks the shit out of some cancer cells. Fierce.
* Jjap Chae (Clear Noodle dish)
Mungbean/Celephane noodles
A quick boil and they are done.
Season with soysauce, sugar, sesame oil, sesame seeds
Toss in sautted veggies that you would otherwise have in gim bbop (look above) You can add some burlgogi to this dish too.
* Kimchi Pancakes
Dice small some kimchi
Add the mixed powder for Korean pancakes
Add enough water to make them "pancakey"
Fry.
You can create a dipping sauce using rice vinegar, soy sauce, and chopped scallions.
Due to some recently very unfortunate circumstances
#1. I have deleted my photogallery & all pix off of my computer/server related to Folsom Street Fair 2002
#2. Any photos that anyone else might have of the public masturbator in the leather mask from the fair that folks might have, please do me a favor and email them to punk@queernet.org. Not me, but to punk@queernet.org.
Any other Folsom Street Fair photo galleries & such, please do let us know in the comments so that we can find the pix for this individual.
For friends from work, church, or family who are visiting this site, please don’t ask. Just don’t ask.
Thank you.
Texas Adventures: Big update forthcoming.
In the meantime, all my pix are now up from the trip. Yee haw!
Yeeehaw!
Texas Adventures: Yeeehawww Part 2:
Lets just say that I have an ungodly amount of semi-digested red meat in my belly right now.
Yes. More barbq. This time, at the infamous Salt Lick where the meat is plentiful and the tables are sticky.
Good natured snark of the day involved Pamela’s friend Kevin who was explaining how much he and his current galpal have in common. Besides both being bipedal mammals, they have two eyes, two nostrils, are reasonably sane, and hey, they both hate stupid people.
To which I couldn’t help but remark “My gawd, that’s so different than me. I mean, I *love* and I mean absolutely *love* stupid people. In fact, I have a growing affection for you right now.”
(cue laugh track)
After that a resoundingly charming wedding ceremony that Pamela was kind enough to attend with me. VJ & Greggy make a gorgeous couple and the wedding was charming, cozy, short, and sweet. I still made one of the grooms bolt down a malibu & doctor pepper with me. Otherwise, it was a grand affair and tremendously sweet and romantic. Nope, no glowsticks or chaps at this gay raver cowboy affair.
Following that was an informal bloggers meetup where Pamela and I met up with Jish, in town from San Francisco, and lovely locals including the charming and fateful couple Ari & Michael and Tim o’ Thompson. Muchly discussion on the nuances that determine whether events in a person’s life may be considered coincidence of fate.
For myself, and I was rather vocal about this opinion this evening, coincidence and fate are essentially the same species however fate has a significantly greater scale of impact that coincidence does. Coincidence can be trivial and amusing but not particularly life impacting. Whereas Fate determines great shifts in either personal lifestyle, psychological paradigm, or behavior.
What do you think on the subject?
I have convinced Tim to roadtrip up to Dallas with me in the morn as we meet up with Dallas Bloggers including Lovely lovely Leia, ultimate abs man Jeremy, mellifluous Mark, and our lovely host Dave.
Looks like we’re going to eat some meat on a stick tomorrow and I will try & cook Fobique for folks on Sunday.
Check in with y’all latter.
Found
Found: Rattlesnake Chili Recipe
2 tablespoons cooking oil
1/2 cup chopped green peppers
1lb ground beef (or turkey)
2 tablespoons chili powder
1 teaspoon cayenne pepper, ground
2/3 cup tomato paste (6 oz. can)
2 cup pasta, uncooked
1/2 cup chopped onion
1 clove garlic, minced
1 cup cubed rattlesnake* (or chicken)
2 teaspoon salt
2 16-oz cans tomatoes, undrained
2 cup water
In 5 quart saucepan, heat oil and cook onions, green peppers and garlic until tender. Add meat; cook until done, about 6 minutes. Stir in seasonings, tomatoes and tomato paste. Heat to a boiling, reduce heat and simmer 2 hours. Before serving, add water and return chili to boiling. Stir in uncooked pasta; continue boiling, stirring frequently, 10 to 15 minutes. Serves 6.
*Dressing Rattlesnake:
1. Take dead rattlesnake, place on cutting board and hold firmly behind the head.
2. Cut off head and discard.
3. Cut off rattlers for your collection. They look good on display, made into a necklace, etc.
4. Strip off the skin and save. One long skin can make a good hatband, with enough skins, you can make a fine pair of boots.
5. Make a long slice on the underside and remove all internal organs.
6. Cut into chunks, and refrigerate until ready to use. (can be frozen)
7. Use as directed in your favorite recipe.
This and other chili recipes found here.
Truth that hurts.
XXX’s Vin Diesel is 3 DoubleDouble’s away from becoming Insomniac’s David Atell
And the “poppin fresh dough boy of Comedy Central’s Daily Show”
Stop crushing, now.
Proselia Spontenaium
She asked me to wash the dishes and I did. Before diving my hands into a swamp of dishes, warm water, and suds, I’d flipped the radio on with my elbow. The station played one of my favorite tunes by the Shirelles and after weaving into a comfortable rhythm of scouring, rinsing, and tucking the dishes into the dishwasher to dry, I was humming along.
The row of diminutive cactus over the kitchen sink were lined up perfectly within their terracotta pots. One had blooms of bright fuchsia. Over the sink and out the kitchen window I could see the thin distance of 8 feet that separated our home from our neighbor’s, the Grillich’s.
They owned a white German Shepard with a bad temper and occasionally it would shit against the fence and over to our side of the yard. Mom, fond of walking barefoot let me know that it was my job to discretely monitor the dog’s activities. In the late afternoon when the Grillich’s weren’t home, I’d walk the border of our homes and with a hand shovel or while wearing rubber gloves, chuck Spirit Fox’s shit over the fence and back into their yard. Sometimes I’d pretend that I was a basketball player doing layups with the wads of shit. Other times, I’d soft pitch it underhand and loft it gently over the fence. Othertimes I’d focus, wind up and aim for the dog. He never liked me anyway.
** to be continued **
Texas
Texas Adventures: Yeeehawww Part 1:
Note to self #484.
If at all possible, do not fly redeye to Texas ever again.
Which is not to say that I don’t ever want to come back, nay, I dig it muchly here. I just don’t want to do any more awful red eye flights that take me through Minneapolis. I slept, mercifully albeit uncomfortably through most of the trip. I got ripped off for buying earplugs at the airport but now I consider them worth the investment.
Pamela picked me up and shortly after my arrival at her lovely home of cats I passed out. For about 3 hours. Yeah. We got ourselves some BarbQ (get to check that off the list) and found myself a swank little straw Cowgirl Hat. I even got a cute black leather hat band for it. *I* think I look fairly nifty. Though of course, I’m hopelessly vain and I consider myself reasonably cute under most occasions. Puah!
No rattlesnake Chili, I’m afraid. Apparently it’s only a chili cookoff type of delicacy and not to be found on any commercial markets. Sad. I tried. I’ve gotten enough BBQ sauce & fixings, however, to bring back for the gang when I get back.
* * *
The other night I was jokingly asked by a friend of mine,Rockstar, (Not to be confused with Porn Star who is the actor/masseuse) if I was a Dildo Wrangler.
I’d never heard the term used before.
Rockstar: “Uh well… a wrangler being like those people you see at rodeos or in the wild west who rope and tie up cattle or horses and stuff…”
Moi: “Well, I haven’t seen or heard of any roving packs of dildos stampeding in this neighborhood…”
Rockstar: ” . . . “
Moi: “Yes. I have a vibrator.”
Rockstar: “Ok. Cool.”
* * *
I think I’ll go wrangle up some of them pussies roving around the house. That sounds dirty but it isn’t really. There are a total of 7 gatos here. LB-Little Bitcher, Baily, Pumpkin, Styn aka Loki aka Cocky Kitty, Spritel, Maggie, Velcro. Extensive, and I mean *EXTENSIVE* Kitty love gallery HERE.. And did I forget the puppy? Or the aquarium?
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Non Sequiter
An email that made me laugh out loud uncontrollably today.
Hey-
Public Gimp Wanker is me. Do you have any more photos of my performance
that you could share? Catch the cum shot?People call me many things…but gimp? What gives?
thanks,
A big howdy to the 1000+ new visitors to my site over the last few days who’ve found me via google, google NZ, google Japan, & Google Deutsch for Folsom Street Fair 2002 pix.
Welcome to my world.