Too
Many Kooks
 I like
to cook but I rarely use the oven these days as I'm
more of a stove-top kinda guy. So the oven ends up
being
used as a
temporary
storage
area for one thing or another. I don't use the
dishwasher, either, so it's storage-only,
too.
Don't look at me like like that.
But today is Thanksgiving Day and my job at the family
gathering is to bring the sweet potatoes. It's a blessedly
marshmallow-free, orange-zest-infused thing of gustatory
beauty.
So I preheat
the oven to roast the 'taters, meanwhile tending
to other business as it warms up. After awhile
I'm
suddenly
aware
of
a
new aroma. It's
kind of nutty, earthy... burning.
Yeah, I've left something in the oven again. Happens
every year. This time it's a box of leftover Peeps. Yes,
that's right. It's been stashed away for 8 months.
Thank Cthuhlu I don't keep the cats in there.
Minor disaster aside I'm pleased to report that
8-month-old Easter Peeps, if heated carefully, form a
delicious caramel
glaze
and are as soft and smooth and delicious as a baby's
behind.
Not that I would know, mind you.
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I watched the Kung Fu Panda Holiday
Special last night and I was absolutely astonished at
the stellar level of
quality of the entire production. Its central message
of "home
with the family" was a teensy-bit heavy-handed but the
rest was award-worthy.
It plays again Saturday night on NBC. Do not miss this.
Incidentally, it was preceeded by the "Merry Madagascar"
Christmas special which, while still a huge step up for
TV animation, doesn't offer the same quality of story-telling
as Kung Fu Panda. (I enjoy good animation but, frankly,
the Madagascar series has never tickled my entertainment
bone.)
Oddly enough, "Merry Madagascar" is already available
as a DVD but not the Panda special. There is no justice.
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On the first day of Xmas shopping my
Reddit Secret Santa gave to meeeeeee:
 The World's Worst: A Guide To The Most Disgusting Hideous;
Inept, And Dangerous People, Places, And Things On Earth
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On Wednesday's Rant I shared Ritchie
Valen's el fabuloso "La Bamba"
as I thought it'd be the perfect song to sing while you're
at the airport having your balls juggled by
a TSA agent.
Anyway.
In the meantime it just occurred to me I have no idea
how the lyrics translate into English. So I checked it
out.
Are you ready?
The Original Spanish La Bamba Lyrics
Para bailar la bamba
Para bailar la bamba
Se necesita una poca de gracia
Una poca de gracia para mi para ti
Arriba y arriba
Arriba y arriba
Por ti seré
Por ti seré
Yo no soy marinero
Yo no soy marinero
Soy capitán
Soy capitán
Soy capitán
La Bamba translated into English
To dance La Bamba.
To dance La Bamba you need to be a
little bit funny.
A little bit funny and another little thing -- get going,
get going! (literally 'get up and get up')
Ay! Get going, get going.
I'll be for you.
I'll be for
you.
I'll be for you.
I'm not a sailor.
I'm not a sailor.
I'm a captain.
I'm
a captain.
I'm a captain.
The following is from straightdope.com:
What exactly does "La Bamba" mean?
Consider:
"Bambolear" means swinging or swaying,
and a "bambollero/bambollera" is a someone
who likes to boast (e.g., "I'm not a sailor, I'm
a captain!").
The song is a play on words. Spanish words.
Perhaps that's why it's better left in Spanish.
=Lefty=
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