Just like last year, I had this idea that doing a monthly post would make it a snap to figure out my best of the years: just scroll through, it’ll be obvious. I wish. Though it does make it easier to remember stuff from before summer, say. So, without further whatever, and by category, and […]
I’ve always been torn about who my favorite Star Trek captain might be—like Weird Al says, it’s a hard decision: But now, with this, I don’t know, there’s another contender: As you can tell from my recent swing through Texas, ketchup only is the way to go (didn’t really want the cheese, but he kept
Late late late. I feel like the white rabbit. My excuse? Wrapping a big project, putting all my words there. But, c’mon, dude, this isn’t even words, this is just pictures:
That being Buster’s ‘Welcome home from jail!’ party from ep.5 of the new/current season of Arrested Development, where all the food is limited (“limited”) by his unadventurous palate:
Tom Paris, saying aloud the creed I live by, pretty much. And? This is my only persistent problem with intergalactic humans in stories: they always come out of warp at some Mos Eisley of a truckstop and just eat whatever’s being served. I can’t help but think that would be instant death. Not just of
Best chicken strips in town, and also ever: Dark Horse Bar and Grill. I don’t know what they do to the outside of them, the skin, the batter, but it’s perfect. Best fish and chips in town, and, I’m pretty sure, also ever: Backcountry Pizza. The fish here is somehow very heavy and dense. There’s
This must by my first post about food, ever. Anyway, was just commenting on a friend’s pic of a some pie on Facebook—can’t link to it, but the Instagram’d version’s here—and realized that the reason I have yet to try keylime pie (that’s what the pie in question was), even though I promised myself to
This is from Murder by the Book—which shuttered up as soon as I was done, as the rain was coming down, and Houston’s understandably pretty water-shy this summer, and where we were was evidently a place that goes lake just when the humidity gets high enough. That’s the with-specs shot. Here’s the without,where I suspect
Do people say that, “IN” the ABQ, the same way people will identify with a certain area code? Really, I kind of doubt I’m the proper age to try it out, even if it is a thing. But the three-digit rhythm feels right, anyway. As did Mongrels at Bookworks: And, what was cool? They broke
