In my capacity as president and chief operating officer of the Society for the Preservation and Restoration of Classic Cocktails, I hearby declare jihad against the Bubblegum Martini.
In the immortal words of a great philospher:

In my capacity as president and chief operating officer of the Society for the Preservation and Restoration of Classic Cocktails, I hearby declare jihad against the Bubblegum Martini.
In the immortal words of a great philospher:

This came up in a previous thread, but I’m promoting it to a post of its own:
Personal friends of the proprietor are always welcome to pimp things here, within reasonable limits.
The proprietor has an expansive definition of “personal friends” and “reasonable limits”. Basically, follow the Wheaton rule and you should be okay. If you have any questions, drop me an email. (The preferred addresses are on the “Contact the proprietor” page.)
Spammers continue to be cordially invited to die in a fire.
We were somewhat amused to see, on the day before Thanksgiving, the NYT publishing a recipe for “Spaghetti With Sausage Alla Carbonara“. As you might be able to guess from the title, sausage substitutes for bacon in this variation.
We are big fans of a well-done spaghetti carbonara, and look forward to giving this particular variation a trial run.
(We know we linked to this yesterday, but for those who do not understand the significance of spaghetti carbonara and Thanksgiving, once again we link to Calvin Trillin.)
Ah, Thanksgiving approaches. And what are we thankful for this week? TMQ cheerleader photos, perhaps?
Apropos my comments about the gun show, my great and good friend Glen sent me a link to this Cool Tools writeup of the Dillon Precision RL-550B.
I’ve heard a lot of good word of mouth about Dillon’s stuff, but I didn’t realize the 550B was in the price range of a mediocre laptop. That’s seriously tempting. (And, yes, I realize that there’s additional costs for dies.)
Things I wonder about, and maybe that part of my audience that reloads can answer:
Fat, drunk, and escorting nuclear weapons is no way to go through life, son.
(I haven’t checked FARK to see if they used that headline. If they didn’t, they should have.)
Anne Dick and The Search for Philip K. Dick in the NYT.
The City of Austin is paying a police officer – not just any police officer, but one of Art Acevedo’s fired/reinstated by an arbitrator officers – $98,000 a year.
Now, $98,000 a year is good money, especially in Austin. “But,” you may say to yourself, “I don’t want to get shot at, even for $98,000 a year.”
No worries, mate.
Interestingly, the whole thing appears to stem from a domestic dispute:
Correct me if I’m wrong, someone, but doesn’t the fact that he was convicted of a crime of domestic violence mean that he can’t own or carry a gun in any case?
The Saxet Shows are back in Austin. (Previously.)
A group of us went yesterday. Things I noticed:
My reaction? I was somewhat amused that I was listening to Was (Not Was) when I found this out. As I’ve said previously, I think the major problem that Childress had was his failure to walk the dinosaur.
Oh, look! The WP‘s “Hidden Life of Guns” is back! Unleash the dagron, as they say on FARK!
I am rapidly coming to the belief that the most dangerous things in the world, in order, are:
Over the weekend, I picked up a copy of David Chadwick’s Crooked Cucumber: The Life and Zen Teaching of Shunryu Suzuki.
I haven’t read it yet, and I’m going to be up to my eyebrows in the Iranian Revolution for the next week, but I did find one rather striking exchange while flipping through the book.
The setup for this is that a group of Suzuki’s students were sitting around with Suzuki talking about some book “about the meeting of East and West”. The students were making comparisons between East and West, and the West was getting the short end of the stick.
As conversation continued in this vein, Suzuki spoke up, obviously upset. “If you want to be a good Buddhist,” he said, “first you’re going to have to learn how to be a good Christian.” Then he got up and walked out.
One of my tipsters pointed out that Lawrencia “Bambi” Bembenek has died.
For those of you who don’t remember the bizarre saga of the Bembenek case: Ms. Bembenek was a former waitress in a Playboy Club who became an officer with the Milwaukee PD. Shortly after that, she married a Milwaukee PD detective. Shortly after that, the detective’s ex-wife was capped.
Ms. Bembenek was arrested and charged with the murder, but claimed she had been framed by members of the Milwaukee PD, as retaliation for her cooperation in a federal investigation of the department. In spite of this, Ms. Bembenek was convicted and sentenced to life in prison.
Eight years after her conviction, Ms. Bembenek escaped from prison and fled to Canada. She was recaptured within three months, but in the meantime had gained a substantial amount of support in Milwaukee.
Edited to add: slightly more detailed WP obit here. Somehow, I missed the whole “lawsuit against Dr. Phil” thing.
Austin Community College has a new mascot.
I want to provide some more substantial comment on this story, but I can’t; I’m laughing too hard.
Today is World Toilet Day. I’m pretty sure I don’t need to tell you how to properly observe this occasion.
Today is also National Ammo Day. As I say every year, if you can’t do anything else, swing by your local big box store and pick up a brick of .22 LR and a copy of Red Dawn.
I wanted to link to this article on the Old Fashioned (hattip: Daring Fireball); I actually think this is a pretty well done take, and I was previously unfamiliar with the American Drink website.
The problem I have, though, is that the American Drink site seems to me to be annoyingly laid out and far more difficult to read than it should be.
I’m wondering if it might be time to revive the Society for the Preservation and Restoration of Classic Cocktails, in blog format; possibly even as a group blog. Glen? Mike? RoadRich? Would you guys be interested if I fired something like that up?