NOOOOOOO!

NOOOOOOO!

(Ripped off from metafilter)

Uh oh.

YOU MADE THIS HAPPEN

Russia has invaded Georgia (for peanuts, apparently?)

File this in the "making light of a serious situation dept..."

quote of the week:

"i herd on the news that rusia has invaded but i dont see them no where wats going on."
- Jessica B., Georgia

this link from Valleywag explains the Journalistic mishap, if you are into checking the sources of things:

Google News informs us that the Russians are invading the South

I survived 37 minutes of Television

I turned on TV last night, and caught a little bit of

I Survived a Japanese Game Show!

Fucking awesome. I want more!

To win the SUPER-MAJIDE (which loosely translates to Super-You've-Got-to-be-Crazy!), dudes had to sit in high-speed spinning chair for a minute until they can barely stand, get on a tricycle and cross an impossibly narrow catwalk over ice cold water (they both fell in), sit on and break six giant eggs by sitting on them... then, covered in fake eggyolk.. crawl through an area filled with FLOUR, then scale a sticky wall with velcro hands, slide down a pole, eat three chewy chewy mochi balls, swing Tarzan-style through the correct breakaway door (out of three), and hit the finishing buzzer to win a quarter million dollars. Then you are attacked by the sadistic looking Congratulations Mob -- who look like yakuza gangsters but dressed in white.

It was awesome and I was thinking.. this is the first time in 5 or 10 years that I'm tempted to look up the listings and see when it's on again.

And, of course, it's all over.

Damnit!

El Viaje Misterioso de Nuestro pbrchicken

First I must apologize to Westering Hills' recent serious attempt of eating more holistic food, her famous Eat Real Food Challenge, which was inspired by Michael Pollan's book “The Omnivore’s Dilemma.” God bless her, this topic has very little to do with that particular noble quest... although it should be just as fun. And maybe more painful.

I've decided to undertake my own food challenge, which I will call the "Eat Hot Food Challenge." I have been noticing that my scoville unit tolerance has drastically dropped of late. A little dab of something I used to be able spoon up by the teaspoon has increasingly become akin to french kissing Satan after a night of drinking tequila.

It's gotten to the point where just a little dab of Sriracha sauce makes me sweat bullets, and I wince as I feel my tongue and palette blister up like Clint Eastwood's lips in "The Good the Bad and the Ugly."

Professor Scoville would be so ashamed.

"tut tut"

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This needs to stop.. so I hereby endeavor to undergo two solid weeks of heavy hot sauce usage, and reclaim my past ability to weather the concentrated capsicum carnage I do enjoy so much.

Where was I, oh yes the scoville units.. I don't know how many per day.. why don't we set it at about 500,000 per day to start...



And so it begins -- "El Viaje Misterioso de Nuestro pbrchicken" (The Mysterious Voyage of pbrchicken)

Wish me luck!


Remember -- ¡CERVESA, Si! ¡AQUA, no!

back from tour..

I'm not normally a stout drinker... hey, I didn't mean it that way! I mean the type of beer! Sheesh.. but a properly poured Murphy's on a night boat from Ireland to France, at sundown, was a nice wrap to the best European tour my band has had to date. This was courtesy of a gift card given to us by my groovy groovy dad. Cheers.



Then I saw Juno alone in the upstairs cinema (which ruled - movie and theater alike), and went down for more pints, and tried my damndest to understand a weird ass game on TV. WTF? Something about wickets and crickets and bowlers and batsmen..

This has nothing to do with our rock tour. Oh well. It was fun... and I didn't undergo any indignities this time so I'm happy.

There's other photos of the fun here if you are so inclined.