The Butterstick Store has earned over $1100 in profits, according to its front page. I bet whatever moron runs it is feeling pretty stupid about giving all that money to FONZ. Although on the other hand: no lawsuits (yet).
Those posts were conceived independently, believe it or not. For the record, I would cherish either present.
i know what i'm getting tommy for christmas.
can somebody point me towards a direction for mulled wine that's not absolutely awful? i made it for our holiday part last christmas, and this is vaguely how the entire process went:
two hours before party: catherine gets excited, dumps shitload of wine, cinnamon, and various other ingredients in big old vat on stove to simmer.
directly before party: catherine tastes her sure-to-be-marvelous creation.
catherine: "holy crap."
pukes.
at party: catherine reluctantly leaves mulled wine as imbibing option for partygoers because, hey, alcohol. general reaction: much shying away from stove with askance looks at catherine. an hour into the party, jeff nye the alcohol guy tinkers with the wine, doing some chemical engineer i don't know what sort of stuff, which also includes pouring, literally, an entire pound of pure sugar into the mix. mulled wine is magically good. jeff receives much patting on the back and is carried around the party victorious on mulled wine drinkers shoulders. catherine sulks in corner, mutters incomprehensibly about the cinnamon.
don't worry, i'm not going to reattempt the disastrous mulled wine for this year's party. but i have heard, on occasion, that it can be a good thing, if done properly. so, show me how!
Prompted by a deadly-accurate piece in Slate, Yglesias says that "My Humps" is a "perfectly good pop song".
I don't know where to begin. I mean, sure, tastes differ, but this is something else. Suddenly I'm wondering if I'm all turned around on this Iraq War thing.
