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Thursday, January 19, 2017

Meryl Streep don't know shit

It is hard to imagine a woman more out of touch with America than Meryl Streep -- or, it would be if Hillary Clinton did not exist, but I digress. At the Golden Globes awards show recently -- a show that is both about and not about tits, oddly enough -- Streep said this in an apparent effort to criticize, um, Donald Trump, I guess:
“So Hollywood is crawling with outsiders and foreigners,” Streep said, a criticism of Trump’s anti-illegal-immigrant rhetoric. “And if we kick them all out you’ll have nothing to watch but football and mixed martial arts, which are not the arts.”
No one has accused Streep of being one of the people, and I don't think she even realized that she was highlighting the us/elites divide that led to Trump being elected in the first place. But this comment posted on the Washington Post website story about Streep's speech captured that divided beautifully:
I'd more like to take issue with her disparagement of (American) football. Anyone who watched Green Bay linebacker Clay Matthews get a sack, two forced fumbles AND a fumble recovery...all in one play...against the Giants this past Sunday and still doesn't think football can be art needs to have their head examined.
Here is the play referenced:



Sorry, Meryl, that play was closer to a work of art than any of your accent-of-the-month-club roles that got you all those Oscars in the '80s.

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

A sad, sad development that makes sense

For I don't know how many decades, the Marines have used metal ammunition cans. They are rectangular, and the top has a hinge at one end and a locking mechanism at the other. Ammunition of all kinds has been carried in these cans for about 100 years. That looks to be coming to an end:
QUANTICO–In the Marine Corps’ rush to drop weight, one of the most beloved and storied pieces of gear could be left behind. At the service’s first Equipping the Infantry Challenge here Sept. 27, program managers said they’re looking for a lighter, more practical alternative to the iconic ammunition can.
Scott Rideout, program manager for ammunition at Marine Corps Systems Command, told industry leaders that the rectangular can, which today looks much the same as it did during World War II and Vietnam, may be overdue for an upgrade.
Marine Corps ammo comes to the warfighter, he said, “in the same metal can that it’s come in for 100 years. That metal can is one of those things that when the ammunition is brought to Marines, they take the ammunition out, distribute it however they’re going to distribute it, then throw [the can] away. The ammo can itself provides no value added to the Marine, except to help get the ammunition there.”
I can't tell you how many of these ammo cans we had when I was a kid. We stored everything in them. They were perfect. And that is not the only role these things play in the Corps:
The gear is even more central to Marine Corps identity: one of the elements of the Combat Fitness Test that all Marines must pass once a year is the ammunition can lift, in which troops are tested on the number of times they can lift a 30-pound can above their head and shoulders within two minutes.
Like so:


I suppose the move makes sense. Marines are sent into combat carrying so much weight these days (as are soldiers) that it makes no sense to make them carry more weight than necessary. On the other hand, the ammo can is a big part of the Corps culture. Not sure what will replace that. Sure wish I still had one of those cans, though.







Monday, January 16, 2017

Most triumphant game food post

Yeah, I know I just posted the game food porn from last week, when we beat the shit out of the Giants, but I wanted to be a little more timely with posting the game food porn from yesterday, when we sent the Cowboys down to ignominious defeat in their own stadium. Naturally, the Packers will try to do the same to the Falcons next week, but first, we must review the game food porn that drove the Packers -- or at least some of their fans - to victory this week. We had the tater totchos:


Brown sugar bacon dogs also made the menu:


And we topped it off with bacon cheeseburger macaroni and cheese:


Of course, what we really topped it off with was a last-second field goal to send the top-seeded Cowboys home to cry all off-season long while the Packers advance to the conference championship game. Can't wait to take on the Falcons next week.

I told you there would be game food porn, so there is game food porn

Barely any time these days to post -- I think this swordfish is not looking too good, so take the hours while you can, as Rules 2 and 3 inform us. I'm taking what I can, but that doesn't mean I don't take time to watch the Packers. And if we watch the Packers, we serve game food! Sunday, when we beat the shit out of the Giants, 38-13, was no exception. We started with stuffed skins:


Because this was a dinner-time game, I fixed French dip roast beef sandwiches with baked beans and onion rings. The rings were baked, and were damn good. Start with a couple large onions cut into wide rings. Take the smaller interior rings and use them for something else. Only big rings here. Put the rings in ice water (I have no fucking idea why):


Put 1-3/4 cups of flour into a wide, shallow dish. Add a tbsp of coarse salt. You should take those big rings and rub them around in the flour:


You then need a flat dish filled with 2 cups of butter milk. Then you should drop those big onion rings in the buttermilk:


Presumably, you have crushed a couple cups of corn flakes and put hose in a flat dish as well. Naturally, that means that next you will dip and drag your onion rings through the corn flakes:


As you complete the process for each ring, you will put the completed ring on a well-greased baking sheet:


You will bake them at 450 for about 25 minutes, turning them at about 12 minutes:


You will then enjoy the hell out of them with steak sandwiches and baked beans, or whatever the hell you prepared:


You will enjoy them even more if you beat the shit out of the Giants, which we did. Yeah, it's dated, but that's what happened last week. Victory over the Cowboys game food is coming shortly.

Friday, January 13, 2017

The Swiss seem very sensible to me

I mean, seriously, why would you want to give citizenship to someone who disagrees with pretty much everything your country stands for? Well, while the U.S. seems hell-bent on that course -- at least for another week or so -- Switzerland residents aren't quite sold on the idea:
A woman has been denied a second application for a Swiss passport after local residents took offence to her rejection of traditions and her “annoying” campaigning.
. . .
The animal rights activist has campaigned publicly against the local traditions of putting bells around cows’ necks and piglet racing, according to The Local. In her village within the canton of Aargau, Ms Holten, a vegan, has rubbed locals up the wrong way by giving interviews to the media about her views on animal rights.
Oh, those intolerant Swiss, right? Well, maybe the woman is a batshit enviro-terrorist:
 “The sound that cowbells make is a hundred decibel. It is comparable to a pneumatic drill. We also would not want such a thing hanging close to our ears.” she reportedly told the media.
“The animals carry around five kilograms around their neck. It causes friction and burns to their skin,” she has said in interviews, according to the Daily Mail.
 I'm sorry, but I've never heard of a 12-pound cowbell, and it's not like they are amplified or powered in any way. If she claims the cow bells ring at 100 decibels, check out this chart to see whether you've ever heard a cowbell that loud -- or at least one hanging from a cow's neck.

Plus, this isn't the first time this inveterate nag has been rejected:
In Switzerland, local residents have a say in a person’s passport application. Ms Holten’s first attempt at naturalisation was made in 2015, when she was approved by local authorities but rejected by 144 out of 206 residents in a vote.
Three-quarters of her would-be friends and neighbors don't want her to have Swiss citizenship. That has to count for something, especially since she apparently doesn't want to be Swiss. If a nation declines to defend its culture and traditions, it ceases to be a nation. You can call that racist or intolerant or whatever all you want, but it is a fact. If you are not interested in becoming a part of a nation, adopting the cultural traditions of that nation, but instead want to change those traditions to fit your own views, then why the fuck would you want to become a citizen of that nation? Go home.

Thursday, January 12, 2017

Poland brings it, rockets up the standings

For some reason, Poland has been bringing the heat in recent months, breaking into the all-time top 10 for home country of visitors, and even moving past Sweden to be No. 9 on that list. Well, winter in Poland must be pretty damn cold and they have nothing to do but cruise the internet, because we have a whole lotta Poland in the house.

Yesterday, Poland was by far the most common country of origin for Eff You visitors, with more than three times as many Poles coming by as Americans. This surge blasted Poland to No. 8 in the country-of-origin standings, easily moving past Canada.

Sure, it's a stupid traffic post, but what do you want from a man who spends barely any waking moments at home?

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Another dusting of snow

Thursday night, we got a couple inches of snow. Still just a tease. Looking right from the front door at about 2 am:


And left:


And straight ahead:


Messy, but not a big deal for the commute -- most federal employees take any excuse to avoid work, so the roads were empty. Works for me.