
Oh man… I crack me up…

Oh man… I crack me up…

Celery, carrots, bok choy, green red and yellow peppers… but the real secret is that for the meat, I used a rack of leftover barbecue ribs, cutting it off the bone and slicing it up.
But that isn’t the main point of this post. I am once again, telling you to teach your kids a few basic life skills before they go away to college or wherever.
Being able to sew and repair your own clothes may be a lost art already. But if your kid can wash their own clothes, maybe balance a check book, change a flat tire, and cook a decent meal, they are way ahead of the game…

Also, if you don’t have sweet chili sauce in your refrigerator, you are missing out. This stuff goes with everything.
I guess what I am trying to say is that teaching your female child to cook isn’t dooming her to spend her life in the kitchen. It isn’t handing down some archaic and sexist dogma. It is a freekin’ life skill. It will mean that she has options besides fast food or shacking up with a guy who can cook. And teaching your boy to cook will make him very popular… with all those girls who can’t.

Hey… we all have dreams…


… and the universe…

So, you all know how to do these now, right? I expect to see them on your blog soon!!!

Hey… I’m just asking…

I don’t mean individually, but in general, which warrior culture in history strikes you as the most awesome? There is no wrong answer. I just want to see what people think. I have given a few suggestions for the top ten list:
The Spartans- greased-up abs, cool helmets, and long, pointy spears…
The samurai- armed with the best swords ever made, superb training and a fatalistic outlook…
The vikings- like Hells Angels… but with armor, shields, swords and axes…
The ninjas- years of training, sweet gear, and stealth capabilities…
The Apaches- these guys could outrun a horse over desert terrain in an all-day footrace, and when they had a horse they didn’t like, they rode it until it died, and used it’s intestines as a water bottle… hardcore…
The Zulus- young warriors were forced to live a segregated life… away from women… until they earned the right to marry by prowess on the battlefield… sexual repression = overt aggression…
If you have any other suggestions, I would love to hear them.
I, myself, whilst being a particularly nice and funny guy, do have the capacity for being something of a bad-ass. Hey, I spent a lot of time on the wrong side of the tracks, have a big mouth, don’t know when to shut up, and have a penchant for sticking up for people who are being bullied. You may recall that I once told you the story about a time when I was in Amsterdam, and I stepped in when I saw a pimp hitting one of his girls. We were in a dark, narrow alley at the time. He walked up to me, suddenly realized that I was 6 feet 4 inches tall, weighed 230 pounds, had size 15 feet, and wasn’t backing down.
He reached inside his jacket and told me he had a gun.
I looked him right in the eyes and said: “Hey, this might be a really good time to get it out.”
To be honest, if he did have a gun, I figured I would rather wrestle him for it than try to outrun the bullets. He backed down.
I rarely let myself get really angry… I wouldn’t like me when I’m angry… but now and then, a person is behaving in a way that calls for a little confrontation. Here are two of my favorite ‘tough guy’ lines I like to use on people in those kinds of situations.

Go ahead and try it… I mean, try doing one of these little animated things… but you can try the ‘fog flicker’ ten times fast too if you want.