Teh Squeaky Wheel
Monday…teh yay!!1! I hope there’s less of Teh Stoopit to deal with re JimCo this week.
For some reason, Mac’s thread pic reminds me of a dunk tank.
A particularly dangerous one.
I had to look up sekanice, too. Much like Paddy’s experience, the recipes I skimmed were apparently for a large crowd; I think one of them called for a total of seven pounds of various meats and 1.5 pounds of bread.
Sorry to read yours turned out a bit bland. 🙁
Hope you still had a joyous celebration.
Read that “60 Minutes” aired a “deceptively edited” segment on Ron DeSantis last night; guess they’re a-skeered of him. GOOD!
That demented, festering pustule Uncle Choo-Choo called for boycotts of GA; to Hell with him and his entire administration.
Sic semper tyrannis.
My tomcat was a very gentle cat, unless he was startled. He once jumped up and balanced precariously on the shower door while I was in the shower. I knew if he fell in he would be like an inside out wood chipper as he fell. He got pushed off and out, rather rudely I am afraid.
That is one big cat, Mac.
He was pretty big. Very sweet cat, in that picture he was purring very loudly and drooling from both sides of his mouth. His paws were gently touching my face.
Hi, Fatwa, HAPPY MONDAY, GN. I’m using ALL CAPS to try to motivate myself for this work week. It’s not working.
Re: 60 Minutes -- I didn’t watch it, haven’t in years, but that they would lie and unfairly edit to advance the narrative is hardly surprising. They need to bring DeSantis down cuz that’s what they do to anyone that might challenge teh left. Sooner or later there will be women coming out of the woodwork claiming all manner of sexual inappropriateness and we’ll be back to “believe all womyn.”
Many small quakes rattling the LA area this morning. Any damage will be blamed on Jim & Co.
I may try sekanice again, but next time with more of an experimental approach: make several smaller loaves with variations of herbs and filler components.
Happy Monday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa, Mac, and Sven!
Grilling something for Easter dinner worked out well and I think will become our new tradition. It was much easier than trying to put together a brunch when both Mrs. Paddy and I are busy and tired.
We had a cat that would jump up on the shower curtain rod and play with the water coming out of the shower head. He was also fascinated by bubbles. If Mrs. Paddy was taking a bubble bath, he’d jump on the edge of the tub and play with them. Yes, he did fall in a few times and was not happy.
G’day, Sven, Mac and Paddy!
I didn’t watch “60 Minutes”, but Insty had a link to a full transcript of the DeSantis interview segment they edited (which removed about 80% of it wherein he explained exactly why they used Publix to distribute the vaccine…which was that 90% of the seniors in Palm Beach Cty. live within 1.5 miles of one).
…he would be like an inside out wood chipper as he fell.
Eep! That’s middlin’ terrifying, Mac.
Speaking of dunk tanks, did you ever go to Riverview when you lived in Chicago? I remember going a few times when I was a little boy (it closed in ’67). I recall this “attraction” bothering me quite a lot:
Glad your Easter dinner was enjoyable.
I went to quite a few carnivals in the South and I don’t recall ever seeing anything like that! That’s disgusting!
I don’t recall going to Riverview nor have I ever heard of the dunk game that you linked to. I did grow up, at least the first 4 years of my life, in Cicero which in addition to being known as Al Capone’s town, proudly held forth as the only Chicago town without any blacks living in it at that time. It was a community made up of Bohemians, Slavs, Poles, Germans, and a few Italians.
Being a young kid, I don’t recall any overtly racist comments made against blacks, but for the most part all of the adults talked in their native or ancestral tongues especially around children. I don’t recall any racist incidents against blacks although I’m sure they occurred. I do have a vague memory from when I was maybe three years old of sitting in the backseat of the family car as it drove somewhere and seeing black people for the first time and staring at them with amazement. This would have been 1962 or so.
Was my family racist? Definitely by today’s standards, but it was a casual racism that extended well beyond the simplistic view of blacks and browns bad, whites all good. Everyone was clannish based on ethnicity or religion. The Italians fought with the Irish who fought with the Slavs who fought with the Germans who fought with the Poles. When my father, of Italian and Sicilian lineage, married my mother of Bohemian lineage, in 1952 it was apparently considered a minor scandal.
I don’t recall knowing you’re from storied Cicero, IL.
If I were younger and still in the midwest, I’d be tempted to get a dunk tank and drag it around to various Muslim festivals in MI, MN, etc…”Dunk The Yahud”.
Me in the tank, dressed like a Chasid yelling stuff in a Jackie Mason-like voice, “Hey, cous-cous-for-brains…you throw like a woman! Your goat called…she wants you to pick-up some pita and eggs on your way home! Ha! You beat your wife with that weak arm?”
Plus: All cash business; wo0t!
Minus: Getting safely out of town afterwards.
Covid drinking fountains:
That would be funny. Do it. DO IT NOW as someone used to scream.
Yes, Cicero. It’s was my Mom’s family’s house. Aunt Emily and Uncle Harold lived upstairs with my grandfather and we were downstairs. My Dad’s brother, Mario, slept with the wrong woman -- a gangster’s wife -- and had to flee IL to avoid being killed and he ended up out here in CA. Dad followed him a few years later.
In 2009, my brother and I went back to IL to bury our parent’s remains in the family plot although I don’t know how Mom felt about being the only bohunk surrounded by Italians for eternity. Afterwards, my cousin drove us around and we swung by the old Cicero brownstone. We wanted to stop but my cousin wouldn’t even slow down. She said it wasn’t a good idea. No blacks, yeah, Cicero, but a lot of Mexican folk.
Beyond the usual racism that was endemic back in those days, our family was also somewhat anti-Semitic. In our case it was personal, at least according to family lore, due to Sidney Hillman, a Jewish immigrant and the head of my grandfather’s union, who screwed my grandfather out of a tidy sum of money in the form of a union pension after my grandfather retired. At the same time, my father’s best friend out here was a Jewish man and I had Jewish friends in Scouts and school. (insert “I had many Jewish friends” joke here)
Growing up in the SFV, there were the usual jokes and insults traded between Christian and Jews, but there was more class insults and tension rather than it being racial or religious. Many of my friends had fathers that were white collar aerospace engineers working on the space programs or defense. Dad was a contractor putting in flooring and window treatments. I was looked down upon to some degree, but nothing serious.
Internet is back up. I’m on my way to work.
(‘ll check in tomorrow, GN.