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Monday, February 20, 2017

Not an athlete

When The Washington Post claimed that Emperor Barry I, retired, "makes rest of us look bad with his effortless kite surfing," not everyone was convinced that the article was not fake news. After all, the Post claimed that former Emperor Barry was good at lots of sports. The Washington Free Beacon begged to differ:
The Washington Post claims Obama is "pretty good at basketball" and "makes [the] rest of us look bad with his effortless kitesurfing." But there is little evidence either claim is true.
A substantial amount of video footage exists disproving their claim that Obama is "not just a one-sport athlete." Moreover, the record shows Obama is not even a one-sport athlete as he has proven to be terrible at basketball, baseball, bowling, and now kitesurfing.
It's one thing to write about Obama's life after the White House, but the Washington Post goes too far in declaring Obama to be athletic. Not only does the Post make this outrageous claim, they also seek to demean their own readers by saying the American people "look bad" because of Obama's athletic ability. We award Four Pinocchios.
At the link is video of Emperor Barry throwing a baseball like a person who has never thrown a baseball, badly missing a basketball layup that most American kids of our age learn by about 7 years old, sucking at bowling and being terrible at golf, not to mention producing testimonial evidence of the former emperor being not very good at basketball, his supposed athletic strength. As for the kite-surfing, um, you be the judge:



Barry was a year behind me in high school in Hawaii -- different schools, of course, because my family couldn't afford the kind of private school Barry went to. I went to public school. I know people who knew him then. No one predicted greatness, athletic or otherwise. And to the Washington Post, I challenge them to find a picture of Barry on a surfboard. I used to surf. He didn't.




Got a little bit of pork chops food porn for you

A couple weekends ago -- sorry, but the project I am on is eating pretty much every minute of my time, so there might be some delay in certain things -- I fixed what I considered to be some truly magnificent smothered pork chops. Nothing difficult here. You start with, of course, a couple thick-cut pork chops, a cup of all-purpose flour, 2 tbs of onion powder, 2 tbs of garlic powder, 1 tsp of cayenne, 1 tsp salt, 1/2 tsp pepper, 1/4 cup olive oil, 1 cup chicken broth and 1/2 cup buttermilk:


Got all that? Good. Put the flour in a shallow dish, add the onion powder, garlic powder, cayenne, salt and pepper, then mix it up right with a fork:


Dredge those pork chops in the flour mixture:


Heat up a good old-fashioned iron skillet -- what? get one, damn it --and put the olive oil in to heat:


Once the oil is hot, drop those dredged chops into the pan, fry for three minutes on each side:


They're going to look pretty tasty already:


Remove the pork chops from the pan and sprinkle a little of the remaining seasoned flour in the drippings. Mix it up right until smoothly blended, then add the chicken broth:


Cook on medium-high heat until the mix starts to thicken:


Stir in the buttermilk to make a delectable, creamy gravy:


Mix it up right:


Put the chops in the pan, cover them with sauce and cook about 5 minutes, until cooked through:


Season with salt and pepper, throw in the sides of your choice and dig in:


Bon appetit, y'all. It don't get much more southern than that.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

I was not remiss on Valentine's Day

I think I fulfilled my spousal duties satisfactorily with chocolates and roses. Plus wine:


So I have that going for me.

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Does that swordfish look sick to you?

After more than three months, I have been confident that the swordfish is looking pretty sorry-ass at this point. The agency and the firm tell us nothing, of course, but there are other indicators, such as when a response is due to the government, how many documents seem to be left, and things like that. Truth is, I have no damn idea. Everyone is going over to one of the law firms' offices tomorrow for some kind of new training, and we are being offered a bonus to work all three days of the holiday weekend. Push to finish? Who knows.






Wednesday, February 15, 2017

I guess this is all the winter we're going to get

Almost a week ago, last Thursday, we had a little snow. Again, just a dusting, probably less than an inch. It barely lasted past sunrise. Long-term forecast indicates this pathetic showing might be it for the winter:


Damn

Monday, February 13, 2017

Hard to believe the dog is still there

Mrs. Wolves got pretty zealous about packing stuff away recently, which means we can't find anything. One of the things we couldn't find was our dog brush. Cpl. Wolves noticed that Jeb the Wonder Dog needed brushing -- badly -- and ordered a dog brush. Mrs. Wolves put that brush to work last night, and it was clear that Jeb needed brushing:


Which is bigger, the pile of hair or the dog?

Lefties talk big about letting refugees in, but balk when it comes to where the rubber hits the road

All rhetoric, no action. When you try to make lefties turn their policies into personal action, those signs they're waving suddenly don't matter so much, right? Just listen to them:


Fuck them.