Tag: Nonsense

Sous-Vide Goose With Asian Rub Will Be Served In 22 Hours With Chinese Dumplings And Red Cabbage

Nine month old Goose vacuum packed and in bath water of 65 degrees celsius (ca 150f). Also known as Sous-Vide. Before dig-in will place bird on the Weber grill for about 20-30 minutes to get it crispy. The Chinese dumplings to go with it are supposed to have a filling made out of the innards … Continue reading Sous-Vide Goose With Asian Rub Will Be Served In 22 Hours With Chinese Dumplings And Red Cabbage →

Finding Your Star Chamber Behind The Swine Ear Before The Nail Falls On The Hammer

Worst-thoughts of the day, dear worst-reader. Hope you have your tolerance-hat on for worst-writing galore. With that in mind, good luck. Donald Trump and Alex Jones and a society that can't rise above conspiracy theory, WWE and stupid ugly old white people that belong in the 1950s. No. Seriously. They really do belong in the … Continue reading Finding Your Star Chamber Behind The Swine Ear Before The Nail Falls On The Hammer →

Roadkill And Other Forms Of Scaring Ausländer Out Of Germania

The horse in the pic above literally asked me, albeit in German, to leave his country. The fish in the moat around some #eurowasteland baroque castle said nothing. The flying rat reminded me of the story I'm about to tell. And the headless mouse reminded me of all those in my beloved #americant that got … Continue reading Roadkill And Other Forms Of Scaring Ausländer Out Of Germania →

Worst Tweet # 4 Thousand So-n-So

Since the 80s #americant has been living off of consume-to-survive nothingness, meritlessness and the rule of mindless, college grad corporate #Automatons run amok. Understanding how the old economy so easily defeated the new economy in the 90s is also something worth considering. Then there're the #warmongering #WarsofChoice of this new millennium. And now you're worried … Continue reading Worst Tweet # 4 Thousand So-n-So →

The Confusion Of Roadkill, Mighty Mouse And Who Is In My Dungeon Or Who Will Survive My Neighbor’s Dog’s (W)Rath?

  In my previous post, I wanted to put up these pics. But then I started typing and, well, you know how that batshit show ends up. Still. Here is potentially the post I would have uploaded regarding roadkill, my youthful confusion between Mighty Mouse and Mickey Mouse and a dead rabbit that was obviously … Continue reading The Confusion Of Roadkill, Mighty Mouse And Who Is In My Dungeon Or Who Will Survive My Neighbor’s Dog’s (W)Rath? →

Existentialism Country Music Style Or Subverting How And Why Your Truck Broke Down, The Dog Died And Beauty Got Away

If I had to make a list of all-time favourite pop songs number one without doubt is You Never Give Me Your Money by the Beatles. It is a song that I can hear numerous times in a row and after I'm tired of hearing it and finally turn it off--until the next time I … Continue reading Existentialism Country Music Style Or Subverting How And Why Your Truck Broke Down, The Dog Died And Beauty Got Away →

Worst-Writer’s Interwebnet Pseudo Warhol 15 Minutes Or So. Thanks @Mr_Electrico

Dear worst-readers the world over, the post referred to by @Mr_Electrico in the screenshot (tweet) above is here. My worst-response, other than my tweet (in the screenshot) is here: Why have liberals in my beloved and missed #americant failed so miserably since I left at the beginning of the end that was the 1990s? Or … Continue reading Worst-Writer’s Interwebnet Pseudo Warhol 15 Minutes Or So. Thanks @Mr_Electrico →

Naked Barge Drivers And Ford Fiestas On Their Way To Awaiting Suckers The World Over. Or Whoever Else Can Pay.

Almost didn't get this pic, dear worst-reader. Had to struggle to pull my smartphone from my pocket where it always rests albeit connected to my ears by really bad audio-phonic cabling that enables me to listen to podcasts (mostly Anglo news) while walking Beckett the killer pug. Indeed #1. In the nick-of-time, I noticed yet … Continue reading Naked Barge Drivers And Ford Fiestas On Their Way To Awaiting Suckers The World Over. Or Whoever Else Can Pay. →

Glass Cliff, Glass Ceiling Or How Her Corporate Soul Is Made Of As Much Nothingness As His

I’ve always had a problem with motherhood being on a pedestal. Is it because I was hatched? Procreation is more of a disease than something worth a baby shower and the happy wonderland consequence that is the lie of family life. I suppose that could mean I’m only partly misogynistic or just General Schmuck. Anyone … Continue reading Glass Cliff, Glass Ceiling Or How Her Corporate Soul Is Made Of As Much Nothingness As His →

A Sign For The Now, The Future And, Of Course, Profitable Ice Cream

Since I'm on a roll with translating today, here's one more. Saw this truck this morning while walking Beckett, the Killer Pug, and couldn't help but think of reality. So I snapped this pic. Indeed. Berufswunsch: Eiswagenfahrer. Translation: globalisation means that kids don't need school but instead a driver's license and maybe a few phonebooks … Continue reading A Sign For The Now, The Future And, Of Course, Profitable Ice Cream →

Twenty Bucks To Fly Across The Atlantic And Other Industry Antics Indicative Of How We Are So Thoroughly Screwed

No reason to be shocked. This flight, technically, I guess, has a "price" of "20.00 €". And why shouldn't it? Talk about a bargain. But then again, I did fly once across the Atlantic about thirty years ago--and for the life of me I can't remember the name of the airline--that costs somewhere around a … Continue reading Twenty Bucks To Fly Across The Atlantic And Other Industry Antics Indicative Of How We Are So Thoroughly Screwed →

What’s Under The Bus You’ve Been Thrown?

As my beloved #americant waddles in the ease and comfort of blissful ignorance and the gayety of dysfunction, I've spent most of this day continuing my research as an expatriate in finding methodologies of distraction and systems of self medication. For example, tonight I'm due with my better half to visit a place that is gonna … Continue reading What’s Under The Bus You’ve Been Thrown? →