Showing posts with label humour. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humour. Show all posts
Monday, April 29, 2013
4/29/13 ~ Today's Awesomeness
The cast of the Princess Bride 25 years later. A whole lot of awesome!
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Avast me hearties! A Pirating we Go!
Avast me hearties, today be the 17th annual International Talk like a Pirate Day, an' shiver me timbers, mates, if it don't be cold enough to put icicles on me wooden leg!
Garr! For all ye scallywags and landlubber's who bescratchin' yer bonces, this be an educational video, an' a personality test ta boot! http://talklikeapirate.com/ppi.html http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l8mhbqed8HA.
For a swashbucklin' good time, this be the infographic on becomin' a pirate (via http://www.visualnews.com):
Yarr... to be findin' about modern day bands 'o pirates, check out 'tis wicked infographic from the Russian News and Information agency:
Garr! For all ye scallywags and landlubber's who bescratchin' yer bonces, this be an educational video, an' a personality test ta boot! http://talklikeapirate.com/ppi.html http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l8mhbqed8HA.
For a swashbucklin' good time, this be the infographic on becomin' a pirate (via http://www.visualnews.com):
Yarr... to be findin' about modern day bands 'o pirates, check out 'tis wicked infographic from the Russian News and Information agency:
For all ye hearty buccaneers headin' out for a dark night o' pillage, plunder, guttin', garrottin' and grog.. the Top 10 Pick-up Lines on International Talk Like a Pirate Day be:
10 . Avast, me proud beauty! Wanna know why my Roger is so Jolly?
9. Have ya ever met a man with a real yardarm?
8. Come on up and see me urchins.
7. Yes, that is a hornpipe in my pocket and I am happy to see you.
6. I'd love to drop anchor in your lagoon.
5. Pardon me, but would ya mind if fired me cannon through your porthole?
4. How'd you like to scrape the barnacles off of me rudder?
3. Ya know, darlin’, I’m 97 percent chum free.
2. Well blow me down?
An' the number one pickup line be …
1. Prepare to be boarded.
Hahaaaarrgh..
But don't go blatherin' about who be tellin' ye such nonsense... aye?
Monday, March 12, 2012
This One's for the Girls!
Every month, "the girls" head out to a different eatery in Toronto. Over the years, we've visited some great eateries and some wicked dives, eaten some epic meals, drunk some lovely wines, entertained many a cab driver, re-defined the purpose and nature of the thong, and consumed more calories than I personally would care to think about!
Girls' Night is a Dionysian tour de force, full of excesses in conversation, food, drink, and honesty. It can be the ultimate "truth or dare" game, but without the dare. It is FUN, sometimes wild and debauched, often raucous, occasionally serious with a soupรงon of friction. It is an opportunity for each of us to be celebrated (and occasionally chided) for the marvelous and flawed people we are. Over dinner, the advice flows like the wine, but rarely with the lasting impact of the hangover! There can be moments of disconnect, drama, misunderstanding and hurt feelings.; moments which are always eclipsed by the joy, laughter, outrageous fun, hilarity, and incredible closeness. Girls Night is a celebration of who we are as individuals and as a community, and it is a keen reminder of how important friends are, of how important it is to stay connected against a tide of other commitments, personal trials and tribulations, distance, and expectation.
And the, there is that inevitable point when all the shenanigans stop, when our personal quirks and peccadilloes overcome our party-girl demeanours. It's the dreaded point in the evening, usually after someone has suggested "just one more glass of wine" and we have all agreed, when the bill is delivered to the table. Suddenly, we bonnes vivantes are faced with the hard evidence of our excesses. Speaking personally, I am always, inevitably, shocked. I spent how much?? The bill is the moment of reckoning when the glasses go on, and the gloves come off. The awesome infographic below (courtesy of http://theoatmeal.com) pretty much sums it up (please note, I am ALWAYS the one with the debit card!):
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Feeling down? Saddle up
Or at least, check out these very funny videos in celebration of the horse!
How to Hide a Horse (I Love Lucy)
French and Saunders: Ponies
And always remember, "A horse doesn't care how much you know, until he knows how much you care." Pat Pirelli
Friday, September 16, 2011
Reconciliation Chicken..
The story of the reconciliation chicken is the story of a boy, a girl, a mother, a daughter, and a car. And of course, the magical, curative properties of the chicken.
In a nutshell, the story goes something like this. Brother meets girl. Brother becomes infatuated with girl. Brother borrows mother's car to take girl away for a weekend. Brother and girl disappear for an extended period of time. Incommunicado. With car. Mother becomes annoyed and hungry. Housebound in the snow. MUST HAVE CAR! Enter daughter. Acrimonious and angry conversation ensues, in which mother vents at daughter because son is unavailable. Brother must be cast into outer darkness, where there is a wailing and a gnashing of teeth. Repeat. Repeat. Daughter must come immediately to fix.
At the 11th hour, brother re-appears with car and a large roaster in tow. Complete with fixin's. Chicken is roasted, and a reconciliation meal takes place between mother and prodigal in which all is forgiven. The clouds part, the sun shines, and all is right with the world.
After all, how can anyone ever be unhappy with, if you'll forgive the expression, a chicken in their teeth?
RECONCILIATION CHICKEN
Lg Roasting Chicken (organic is best for flavour and for soup)
4 lemons, halved
1/4 cup olive oil
I head garlic, separated into bulbs, skin on
1 clove garlic, diced or crushed
2 or 3 cloves garlic, thinly sliced
Small potatoes, or quartered yukon gold potatoes
Fresh rosemary
Pepper & Salt.
Preheat the oven to 450 degrees
Remove giblets etc (if any) from the chicken, and rinse thoroughly in cold water. Pat dry.
Take the juice from one lemon and squeeze into a bowl. Add the olive oil, and one crushed or diced garlic clove, pepper and salt. Mix and let sit.
Take the remaining lemons, and squeeze juice into the cavity of the chicken. Insert the lemons (once squeezed) into the cavity. Add several whole garlic cloves. Place the chicken in the roasting pan and, with a thin knife, slit the skin of the chicken in various strategic spots. Insert the garlic slivers. Rub the chicken all over with the rosemary, then with the lemon and olive oil mixture. Flip the chicken (so the breasts are down in the pan). Add potatoes, remaining whole garlic cloves, and any remaining lemon and olive oil.
Place the chicken in the oven, uncovered, for 30 minutes, basting once. Then, turn the oven down to 375 degrees and continue to roast until the chicken is done (about 20 minutes per pound, less 10 minutes of the total cooking time. Baste repeatedly. For the last 15 minutes or so, flip the chicken over to brown the skin on the breast.
When the chicken is done, remove from the oven and let sit for 15 minutes, covered. You can remove the potatoes and garlic and plate them (covered with tin foil), or let them sit until its time to serve.
Reconciliation chicken goes welI with chardonnay, but wine is not required for success. I am told that the preparation, while easy, can be tense, awkward and uncomfortable, but that by the time the chicken has roasted for about 30 minutes, the house begins to fill with the heady aroma of forgiveness. Conversation eases, and laughter can be heard. By the time the chicken comes out of the oven, the atmosphere is warm and thick, a soupy pastiche of forgiveness, love, and joy. All is forgotten, family is reconciled, and the moment of redemption is at hand.
In a nutshell, the story goes something like this. Brother meets girl. Brother becomes infatuated with girl. Brother borrows mother's car to take girl away for a weekend. Brother and girl disappear for an extended period of time. Incommunicado. With car. Mother becomes annoyed and hungry. Housebound in the snow. MUST HAVE CAR! Enter daughter. Acrimonious and angry conversation ensues, in which mother vents at daughter because son is unavailable. Brother must be cast into outer darkness, where there is a wailing and a gnashing of teeth. Repeat. Repeat. Daughter must come immediately to fix.
At the 11th hour, brother re-appears with car and a large roaster in tow. Complete with fixin's. Chicken is roasted, and a reconciliation meal takes place between mother and prodigal in which all is forgiven. The clouds part, the sun shines, and all is right with the world.
After all, how can anyone ever be unhappy with, if you'll forgive the expression, a chicken in their teeth?
RECONCILIATION CHICKEN
Lg Roasting Chicken (organic is best for flavour and for soup)
4 lemons, halved
1/4 cup olive oil
I head garlic, separated into bulbs, skin on
1 clove garlic, diced or crushed
2 or 3 cloves garlic, thinly sliced
Small potatoes, or quartered yukon gold potatoes
Fresh rosemary
Pepper & Salt.
Preheat the oven to 450 degrees
Remove giblets etc (if any) from the chicken, and rinse thoroughly in cold water. Pat dry.
Take the juice from one lemon and squeeze into a bowl. Add the olive oil, and one crushed or diced garlic clove, pepper and salt. Mix and let sit.
Take the remaining lemons, and squeeze juice into the cavity of the chicken. Insert the lemons (once squeezed) into the cavity. Add several whole garlic cloves. Place the chicken in the roasting pan and, with a thin knife, slit the skin of the chicken in various strategic spots. Insert the garlic slivers. Rub the chicken all over with the rosemary, then with the lemon and olive oil mixture. Flip the chicken (so the breasts are down in the pan). Add potatoes, remaining whole garlic cloves, and any remaining lemon and olive oil.
Place the chicken in the oven, uncovered, for 30 minutes, basting once. Then, turn the oven down to 375 degrees and continue to roast until the chicken is done (about 20 minutes per pound, less 10 minutes of the total cooking time. Baste repeatedly. For the last 15 minutes or so, flip the chicken over to brown the skin on the breast.
When the chicken is done, remove from the oven and let sit for 15 minutes, covered. You can remove the potatoes and garlic and plate them (covered with tin foil), or let them sit until its time to serve.
Reconciliation chicken goes welI with chardonnay, but wine is not required for success. I am told that the preparation, while easy, can be tense, awkward and uncomfortable, but that by the time the chicken has roasted for about 30 minutes, the house begins to fill with the heady aroma of forgiveness. Conversation eases, and laughter can be heard. By the time the chicken comes out of the oven, the atmosphere is warm and thick, a soupy pastiche of forgiveness, love, and joy. All is forgotten, family is reconciled, and the moment of redemption is at hand.
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