Random Nuclear Strikes

Sounds like the title to an impressive post, no?

OK, let’s see here, winners of the guessing game from over the weekend were:

Raphiel Benjamin, who was close, and gets 10% of the hundred billion zillion Monopoly type points for it.

The other 90% get split between Lergnom for being first with the right idea and TKDKerry for the specific guess.

Gattsuru, you’re going to hell for just the thought. As am I.

Thankee to everyone for playing!

Speaking of going to hell, someone stole the wife’s Virgin Mary of Guadalupe from our front garden a while back and she’s pissed because the bodega we bought it from is closed down now.

Have you ever done a favor that you considered rather minor for a friend, and then that friend comes to repay the favor in a completely improportional way that favors you to the point where you’re speechless?

Well, I have.

I can’t tell you the favor or the friend as he wishes to consider the problem solved, but I can show you the gift.

This grill was inherited by my friend through his family, and seeing as how he already has one as nice or nicer and knew I was looking for one, he refurbished it and made the delivery to my place.

Over the week that the Analog Wife was with her family in Montana, I seasoned it up with “Beef Week” and then this weekend she and I hosted around a dozen or so of my relatives with it, and I have no other words than to say that it flawlessly completed all tasks asked of it.

I was actually hoping I’d remember to take some pics of it in action this weekend when it was full of ribs, burgers, dogs, etc, but not burning your guest’s food takes too much attention for me to also remember to grab the camera, so you’ll have to settle for my lunch from Sunday.

I’ve never had a grill with a searing burner, and I don’t think I can go back now. Fire up that 18,000 BTU firebreather, set your 12oz. Flat Iron steak on there for 45-60 seconds a side, then fork that slab over to the regular burners to grill it to your liking (Med Rare, thankyouverykindly).

You’d almost think that you’ll have to protect your steak from Zeus because even he couldn’t get something that tasty on Mt. Olympus.

We’ll be attatching the rotisserie bar and motor in the next couple weeks and if it works like the rest of the thing, those little game hens won’t stand a chance.

I see that someone else also hadn’t seen the “D&D Inspirational posters” I linked to over the weekend, so I don’t feel too bad about missing them whenever they first came out.

This is especially true since I found one that I was able to modify to be more topical around these parts

And speaking of making your own ‘inspirational’ posters, Mugwug is still at it, and his latest one speaks for itself.

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No one has gotten it yet, so I’ll be leaving this up here for your wild speculations.

Answer will be revealed tomorrow morning.

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Tell me what you think this is

Before you answer, be warned that the wife brought this home from her trip to Montana and that it was a gift to her from her mother.

Also, certain wrong answers may endanger you immortal soul.

Guess away!

After getting transported by Miss Brandy from my lovely little getaway island to another, I arrived upon the place where the ’emergency’ was taking place that was interrupting my quite summer.

The Occidental Tush Institute fields a rather top notch set of beach vollyball teams and I, on occasion, have either coached or judged for them. So it was obvious, when this tourney was short a line judge, who they needed to call to make sure the event went off without a hitch.

Now, OTI’s teams play beach volleyball in the nude, which has created a field of speculatiors who believe that is the reason for some of their favorable calls at the line.

These girls played rather well, though they were nowhere near OTI caliber. It was such a shame that I offered more than one of these players my card for private instruction.

That was the question that arrived at my villa door on Thursday.

It appears that my being here on my lovely little getaway island has reached the populaces on other lovely little getaway islands. The Kid gets a couple days off and I have to go back to work. Go figure. I’m going to have to talk to him about that.

I’ve turned away messengers in the past, but this seemed like a true emergency that, if I were to ignore it, would violate my Heineycratic Oath.

Sadly, there wasn’t a boat available to charter for the journey, but no matter, I wanted to meet up again with Miss Brandy, the island’s most skilled bush pilot.

There has not been a time when Miss Brandy was unable to take her favorite professor where he wanted to go.