Ultracrepidarianism, the habit of giving opinions and advice on matters outside of one's knowledge.
Surprisingly useful, even if it has a sort of, well, creepy sound.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Homochitto's nice this time of year.
Whether you're in camp:
or on the trail:
And no, that bridge isn't broken, it's just that steep. One more pic:
G'nite.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
It's Mardi Gras Time!
Although not in New Orleans, and not anytime this century. Apalachicola used to do this stuff too. Like many good things, WWI and Spanish Flu put a damper on this celebration and it never really came back.
It is vaguely disturbing though that I'm old enough know (well, have known) some of the people in the pictures at the linked article. And I could swear that I remember that giant pocket knife on one of the floats was hanging in Sizemore's hardware store when I was growing up.
Anyway, laissez les bon temps rouler – just in this case, on oyster shell streets.
Anyway, laissez les bon temps rouler – just in this case, on oyster shell streets.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
It's True
True Grit is as good as everyone's saying it is. Go see it before it leaves theaters.
This has been a phenomenal year for movies: Inception, yet another Harry Potter, The King's Speech, and now True Grit. Not to mention a rash of fun-and-gun summer movies, plus raucous tripe like The Sorcerer's Apprentice. Way better than anyone had any hope of expecting.
This has been a phenomenal year for movies: Inception, yet another Harry Potter, The King's Speech, and now True Grit. Not to mention a rash of fun-and-gun summer movies, plus raucous tripe like The Sorcerer's Apprentice. Way better than anyone had any hope of expecting.
The Damn Martini
Very simple:
- chunk of ice, maybe a couple of small cubes
- 1.5 oz good gin
- 0.5 oz good vermouth
- salad olives – these let the flavor out better
- olive juice to taste, from zero to a teaspoon full
Toss in ice first, add the olives & juice, then vermouth, finish with
the gin. Give it a quick stir. And that's it!
The name? As in "Hey! I need another Damn Martini!" Kind of like naming one's dog "Dammit" for all the hilarity you can have calling him to you.
- chunk of ice, maybe a couple of small cubes
- 1.5 oz good gin
- 0.5 oz good vermouth
- salad olives – these let the flavor out better
- olive juice to taste, from zero to a teaspoon full
Toss in ice first, add the olives & juice, then vermouth, finish with
the gin. Give it a quick stir. And that's it!
The name? As in "Hey! I need another Damn Martini!" Kind of like naming one's dog "Dammit" for all the hilarity you can have calling him to you.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
The King's Speech
Saw it Friday night at Canal Place. Just going to a movie there is a treat in and of itself. No chatty cellphone-weilding teenagers, floors aren't sticky, no gum on the seats – and the seats! Nice leather, with a buzzer switch to summon attendants bearing tasty food. All for a price of course, but well worth it.
Anyway, back to the movie. The Prince of York, who quickly and unexpectedly becomes The King upon his brother's 1936 abdication, needs to fix his stammer PDQ so that he can get on the BBC and lead his empire to victory in WW2. Sounds almost Seinfeldian in its thin plot, right? Maybe, but the way the story is developed, and the actors, and, yes, even the sets just leaves me amazed. 3.5/4 stars.
Bonus points: Rated R, with no violence, explosions, sex, or crime. Just a lot of profanity during the speech therapy sessions. Leave that out and it would probably qualify for a G. Tell me that's not messed up.
Anyway, back to the movie. The Prince of York, who quickly and unexpectedly becomes The King upon his brother's 1936 abdication, needs to fix his stammer PDQ so that he can get on the BBC and lead his empire to victory in WW2. Sounds almost Seinfeldian in its thin plot, right? Maybe, but the way the story is developed, and the actors, and, yes, even the sets just leaves me amazed. 3.5/4 stars.
Bonus points: Rated R, with no violence, explosions, sex, or crime. Just a lot of profanity during the speech therapy sessions. Leave that out and it would probably qualify for a G. Tell me that's not messed up.
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