…dang, my mom never let my sister and I have any fun
GOOD EATS NEWS
1: This coming saturday, on Food Network, will be the Good Eats 10th Anniversary Special.
2: Alton was on “The View” today and we found out that A: He has dropped 50 pounds since April B: He (wisely) turned down a chance to be on “Dancing With The Stars”
That is all.
…under no circumstances must you bend over if horny moose are about (not applicable to Canadians)
I just posted this on RPGnet…
Originally Posted by Lazarus: That said… the Savage World of Alton Brown.
Hmmm…that one could work…
Alton roams the country on his big bad motorcycle…accompanied by the American Iron Chefs…backed up by various food scientists back at Good Eats HQ…armed with a dizzying array of multitasking devices…fighting the Forces of Food Snobbery with good equipment, solid science, careful preperation and some serious asskicking.
Yeah, I’d play that game.
Curse me for a fool, because now I really want to run this game for some Alton Brown fans.
Aside for muskrat_john: If you think the above premise would make for a good cartoon or two, by all means, run with it.
A Very Strange Dream
I dreamed last night that I went to a strange high tech tattoo parlor and got my johnson tattooed with a really cool tie dye pattern. Enforcing the fact that it was a dream was Grace (who is pretty anti-tattoo where I’m concerned) saying how nice it looked. When I woke up, my first thought was “Man, I need to tell Spike about that place”. (and now, all of you who know Spike Y Jones are laughing:)
More bloggage later.
…not starring Madonna
1: I have tiny little squashes on all of my squash vines!
2: I have my first teeny little tomatoes!
3: Just saw the newest trailer for “The Dark Knight”. My inner fanboy wet himself.
4: Although I know it is a financial impossibility this year, I REALLY want to take a long driving trip with Grace and The Girls. Next year for sure!
5: I’m giving thought to running a one off game for my #1 gaming group. This game would be different in that I’d let my various gaming buddies from around the world call in(or IM or email) during the game to do Guest Spots as NPC’s…suggest plot twists…offer helpful advice…etc.
6: I had a dream last night that I was flying a WWII bombing raid with Alton Brown as my co-pilot and George Clooney as my radio operator. Believe it or not, it was my first ever WWII dream.
And now, I’m outta here.
So, it’s Saturday and by now y’all know what that means here at Chez Cross: Gardening, Amusing/Exercising Dogs, Running Errands and other Suburbanite Adventures.
Actually, now that I think of it, Grace and I are getting a bit predictable. I must throw a large monkey wrench into those works. I see a spur of the moment day trip in our future.
In other news, it seems that Alton Brown is doing another “Feasting On…” mini series for this year, but sans motorcycles and highways. This time out, he’s hopping amidst Carribean Islands by boat in “Feasting On Waves”. Look for it on Food Network in September.
Tomorrow is Game Day and we’ll be splitting our time between board/card games and deciding upon the next roleplaying series. Whichever series they choose, I expect it to run for about 8-10 episodes (4-5 months) before we take another break.
And now, I’m off to run some errands. More bloggage later.
…with apologies to Pink Floyd
Watched Feasting On Asphalt: The River Run last night. As expected, it was good and seeing Alton and his crew chowing down across Louisianna only reinforced my desire to some day visit that state for a few days of culinary excess.
As some of you may or may not know, I change my bio here on LJ every few months. Well, I’ve done it yet again and, for your viewing pleasure, I’ve put both the previous bio (which, I believe was my 6th bio) and the new one behind this cut
…sung by naughty little birds
New Alton Brown Goodness!
For those of you not aware of it, Alton Brown has a new “Feasting On Asphalt” series starting up tomorrow, Saturday, August 4, on Food Network. This one is six episodes long and finds Alton and his band of motorcycling muchachos heading up the mighty Mississippi River, from New Orleans to Minnesota and chowing down on local grub the whole way.