Today's QotD comes from our Sunday quiz-mistress Josephine, who for the record is a lovely woman, and who is about to willingly embark upon an exceptionally difficult career I chose to leave. I wouldn't want anyone to think this I was getting at her. However:
"Ah, you're probably all Liberal Democrats, since I already know you're all academics."
Discuss.
Monday, 28 February 2011
Saturday, 26 February 2011
A Tale Of Cocktails #13
Brain Hemorrhage
1 oz Peach Schnapps
1 tsp Baileys
2 drops grenadine
Taste: 9
Look: 9
Cost:9 7
Name: 10
Prep: 9
Alcohol: 6
Overall:8.8 8.4
Preparation: Pour the Schnapps into a shot glass. Pour the Baileys in afterwards, very slowly. Add the two drops of grenadine.
General Comments: This is absolutely gorgeous - a lovely mix of sweetness, creaminess and kick, particularly if the Schnapps and/or the glass (preferably both) have been chilled. It's certainly one of those shooter cocktails which is dangerously moreish.
Plus, it looks awesome (for a horror fan like me, natch); it has a great name, which works as both a description and a disclaimer; it's quick to make; and it's sufficiently strong (and cheap) to satisfy the most ardent booze-hound. Brilliant.
Update: Whoops! I used the wrong method to calculate the price. I've reduced the score accordingly, but it's still pretty cheap, all things considered (you can make about about a dozen of these from a single bottle of Archers and four tablespoons of Baileys).
Ingredients
1 oz Peach Schnapps
1 tsp Baileys
2 drops grenadine
Taste: 9
Look: 9
Cost:
Name: 10
Prep: 9
Alcohol: 6
Overall:
Preparation: Pour the Schnapps into a shot glass. Pour the Baileys in afterwards, very slowly. Add the two drops of grenadine.
General Comments: This is absolutely gorgeous - a lovely mix of sweetness, creaminess and kick, particularly if the Schnapps and/or the glass (preferably both) have been chilled. It's certainly one of those shooter cocktails which is dangerously moreish.
Plus, it looks awesome (for a horror fan like me, natch); it has a great name, which works as both a description and a disclaimer; it's quick to make; and it's sufficiently strong (and cheap) to satisfy the most ardent booze-hound. Brilliant.
Update: Whoops! I used the wrong method to calculate the price. I've reduced the score accordingly, but it's still pretty cheap, all things considered (you can make about about a dozen of these from a single bottle of Archers and four tablespoons of Baileys).
Friday, 25 February 2011
Radio Friday: Gaslight Anthem
Been listening to this album a lot, partly because it's pretty much exactly the same length as the average car journey to The Other Half's flat, but mainly because it's pretty rocking.
Apparently, Bruce Springsteen is their number one fan, which is just as well, since about the only other thing he could be to them is a plaintiff in a plagiarism court case.
Apparently, Bruce Springsteen is their number one fan, which is just as well, since about the only other thing he could be to them is a plaintiff in a plagiarism court case.
An Audience With Booze
Having spent this evening at Stockton's "Ale And Arty" beer festival (held in an arts centre - DO YOU SEE?), I thought it was worth briefly describing the ciders and perries sampled (yes, I had no ales, because they are shit, and if you like them you are shit).
Black Dragon
Apparently this is a cider matured in oak barrels. I say, it's some kind of bizarre mixture of booze and cheddar. Obviously, I've been arguing for years that alcoholic cheese is the greatest idea since sliced pornography, but I think Black Dragon serves as proof that some things should remain fantasies, rather than being dragged kicking and screaming into reality.
Blakeney Red Perry
This was allegedly the sweetest drink available in the cider/perry corner. It's certainly sweeter than the Black Dragon, but it's hard to dispel the feeling that this is because they poured a barrel of sugar into it whilst I wasn't looking. Oddly, it actually works. Cheese + booze? Piss off. Cheese + booze + sugar? Sign me up for that shit. Funny old world, innit?
Moores Perry
Bizarrely, despite being a perry, this was the winner of tonight's award for "Most likely to be mistaken for apple juice". It's pretty good, as well; just the right balance of sweetness and tartness.
Gwynt y Ddraig Perry
This should have been gorgeous. It's light, it's sweet, it's fairly strong - just how I like my perry (and my women). There's a fly in the ointment, though. The guy who poured it for me warned of a "sulphuric bite". What he meant was that this is the best pint of perry you'll ever drink which has been previously farted into by an incontinent hippopotamus. Being a total noob at all this, I have no idea as to whether this fartelbrau situation is intentional, or simply the perry equivalent of "corking". What I do know is that Fartelbrau is a brilliant name for a beer, and I will fight anyone who says otherwise.
Green Valley Scrumpy
It's scrumpy. What do you expect? All scrumpy is the same. People pretend it isn't, so as to seem superior, but all scrumpy is exactly the same. Like air-fresheners. Or Italians.
Port Wine of Glastonbury
We have a winner! It's pink and orange, which means it looks like some kind of breakfast drink. It tastes like one too, and is therefore awesome. Anything that can get me off my tits by lunchtime but be at least borderline socially acceptable is OK by me.
This concludes my latest foray into CAMRA festivals (I should also note that The Other Half let me try her Dragon's Breath, which for the sake of completeness I should note tastes like sewage mixed with washin- up liquid). Clearly, if I find a similar festival in the midlands, I shall review that as well.
Black Dragon
Apparently this is a cider matured in oak barrels. I say, it's some kind of bizarre mixture of booze and cheddar. Obviously, I've been arguing for years that alcoholic cheese is the greatest idea since sliced pornography, but I think Black Dragon serves as proof that some things should remain fantasies, rather than being dragged kicking and screaming into reality.
Blakeney Red Perry
This was allegedly the sweetest drink available in the cider/perry corner. It's certainly sweeter than the Black Dragon, but it's hard to dispel the feeling that this is because they poured a barrel of sugar into it whilst I wasn't looking. Oddly, it actually works. Cheese + booze? Piss off. Cheese + booze + sugar? Sign me up for that shit. Funny old world, innit?
Moores Perry
Bizarrely, despite being a perry, this was the winner of tonight's award for "Most likely to be mistaken for apple juice". It's pretty good, as well; just the right balance of sweetness and tartness.
Gwynt y Ddraig Perry
This should have been gorgeous. It's light, it's sweet, it's fairly strong - just how I like my perry (and my women). There's a fly in the ointment, though. The guy who poured it for me warned of a "sulphuric bite". What he meant was that this is the best pint of perry you'll ever drink which has been previously farted into by an incontinent hippopotamus. Being a total noob at all this, I have no idea as to whether this fartelbrau situation is intentional, or simply the perry equivalent of "corking". What I do know is that Fartelbrau is a brilliant name for a beer, and I will fight anyone who says otherwise.
Green Valley Scrumpy
It's scrumpy. What do you expect? All scrumpy is the same. People pretend it isn't, so as to seem superior, but all scrumpy is exactly the same. Like air-fresheners. Or Italians.
Port Wine of Glastonbury
We have a winner! It's pink and orange, which means it looks like some kind of breakfast drink. It tastes like one too, and is therefore awesome. Anything that can get me off my tits by lunchtime but be at least borderline socially acceptable is OK by me.
This concludes my latest foray into CAMRA festivals (I should also note that The Other Half let me try her Dragon's Breath, which for the sake of completeness I should note tastes like sewage mixed with washin- up liquid). Clearly, if I find a similar festival in the midlands, I shall review that as well.
Thursday, 24 February 2011
Additional Bullshit Detected
Just as a follow-up to the previous post, it's worth noting one small point about Franklin's proposed law (which will never, ever pass, by the way; not that that makes it any less vile). Amongst the sheer insanity of another attempt to punish women for having wombs, and the brain-boggling madness of not being able to rule out the possibility that a miscarriage will carry the death sentence, we should note that Franklin has no more respect for the legal system than he does for uppity wimmins:
My mother, like so many women, went through a miscarriage. It was comparatively early in the pregnancy (only a few weeks after she started telling people she was pregnant, I think, though I was very young at the time, so the details are shaky), and I think that helped with regard to the emotional fallout. Still, it wasn't exactly fun-times; even as a four year old I could work that out.
I guess that's what make four year old SpaceSquid different from strangely-difficult-to-determine year old Bobby Franklin. Where I saw a woman in pain, determined to get past her loss and move on (my younger brother was born not much more than a year later), Franklin sees a crime scene.
Under Rep. Franklin's bill, HB 1, women who miscarry could become felons if they cannot prove that there was "no human involvement whatsoever in the causation" of their miscarriage.The original MJ article points out how difficult it is to determine or even define "human involvement", but that's not what I wanted to note. What got me was the idea that Franklin has written "guilty until proven innocent" directly into the law. I can't even begin to describe how lunatic that is. I don't know whether such a law would circumvent "innocent until proven guilty", or whether it would cause some kind of spectacular infinite logic loop when the first case came to trial (I doubt the Georgia Supreme Court would accept this law for that very reason), but either way, you have to stand in awe of the sheer level of dickishness being portrayed here. "If you're unborn child dies, you'll have to prove to us that you didn't kill it!"
My mother, like so many women, went through a miscarriage. It was comparatively early in the pregnancy (only a few weeks after she started telling people she was pregnant, I think, though I was very young at the time, so the details are shaky), and I think that helped with regard to the emotional fallout. Still, it wasn't exactly fun-times; even as a four year old I could work that out.
I guess that's what make four year old SpaceSquid different from strangely-difficult-to-determine year old Bobby Franklin. Where I saw a woman in pain, determined to get past her loss and move on (my younger brother was born not much more than a year later), Franklin sees a crime scene.
Your Title Generator Has Suffered A Terminal Bullshit Overload And Must Shut Down
Here's a fun little game for you to play. Which of the following two stories about the Peach State is real, and which one is from The Onion:
(h/t Angry Black Lady)
- Georgia adds Swastika, middle finger to state flag;
- Georgia Congressman introduces bill to ban abortion, miscarriage.
(h/t Angry Black Lady)
The Unspoken
With apologies for the delay - there were considerable technical issues that Chris B has been struggling manfully against - we present issue #11 of Panel Talk. This time round we discuss Mike Carey's The Unwritten. Chris thinks it's the best Vertigo comic since Preacher. I actually think Preacher is overrated, but replace it with Lucifer (also by Mike Carey, as regular readers of this blog will know), and I think that's true. This is a book everyone should read, but I'll let the podcast explain why.
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