NEW FEATURE: how about YOU write the freaking blog

Good afternoon:

Here is a graph of Bac-Log posts per month, with August prorated for the full month:

The right side of the graph is completely unacceptable. Please compare to this graph of target posts per month:

This volume increase may seem drastic, but I have determined by using, um, REALLY HARD MATH OKAY, that such aggressive growth is necessary to produce this schedule of projected income:

I think a good rule of thumb for burgeoning financial behemoths such as Bac-Log is to identify and focus on target customers to maximize profits. For example, I plan on generating the aforementioned income by focusing intently on the demographic of people who might have some extra change who are waiting at the stoplight to turn left on NW Dravus St. from 15th Ave NW, and who are easily discomfited by uncomfortable staring and inane babble. (Also I will have a kick-ass cardboard sign that reads "GOOBLES?")

ANYWAY, I guess what I'm trying to say here is that OH MAN AM I WAAAY BEHIND. I have actually been under a great deal of stress lately, both work related and of personal matters, and also I have been fighting a tenacious case of gastroenteritis for a week and a half now (hint: DON'T GET IT, IT SUCKS). This is why I have not been posting a whole lot. And probably why I will not be posting a whole lot in the near future.

I can hear your tears falling like tiny sad little catprints from a tiny sad little kitten that is sadly slouching away, who occasionally pauses and looks back, sadly, before turning and trudging on once more.

But seriously, people. It seems like the last few days have been me just walking down the street, minding my own business, and someone will come strutin' by, snapping their fingers and singing to themselves, and they'll stop me and be like, "Hey Bac-Log, what's shakin' bacon? Why haven't you posted recently", and I'll be like, "I have an infection in my intestines", and they'll be like, "but I'm bored, baby-- you need to give me more of that good stuff", and I'll be like, "but I'm in a great deal of pain", and they'll be like, "you know what's awesome? PIE", and then they will strut off, snapping and singing to themselves, into a psychedelic rainbow fur-lined sunset.

You are all that guy. ESPECIALLY YOU, COURTNEY.

Actually, to be completely honest for a split second, it always warms my heart when people mention that they are starved for the kind of non-FDA-approved brainfood that Bac-Log is always pleased to serve long past its expiration date. I am indeed extremely grateful for all of my loyal readers who enjoy this blog for some reason. So grateful in fact, that I am pleased to offer you all an AMAZING PRIZE!! And that prize is...

[drumroll]

GETTING TO WRITE THE BLOG FOR ME!

Okay, not exactly, but close. For a limited time, I invite EVERYONE WHO CAN READ THIS to participate in the Bac-Log blogging experience as a guest blogger or open-topic creator! For serious, guys! If you would like to have a prestigious Guest Blog post, please send me an email with whatever it is you wish to be read by my clamoring fan base of at least 12 people. If your post requires pictures or formatting, we can discuss how to do this. Also, if you are not really keen on producing an entire post, why not suggest a topic of discussion or an idea for a poll or a link list or something in the comments? If it's awesome, I will implement your idea!

Come on, do it! Help me... help you. (By doing the work for me.)

Thank you, and have a wonderful day.

NEW FEATURE: stupid idea, but what if?

Okay, bear with me here, this might sound absurd. This is the greatest idea ever.

I'm busy at work, so naturally I was thinking of stuff I could make out of meat. Then the obvious hit me: Meat engine.

Meat engine.

Maybe it's residual gearhead talk from the BABE Rally that slowly marinaded my brain with the mechanical ballet of the moving parts in an internal-combustion engine, but whatever the source of this river of inspiration is, the outlet is somewhere near pure genius (in Virginia, I think).

I'm thinking that you start with a large chunk of meat as the engine block. At first I thought you'd want some sort of large, dense roast, but then it occurred to me that an upside-down ribcage would be perfect because the crankshaft (made out of curved rib-bones, maybe) would align nicely parallel to the spine and you would have plenty of ready-made clearance around the shaft to reduce friction.

For the cylinders, you could hollow out some ham, which is nice and dense as well as fairly lean. This would hold up well to the harsh conditions of internal combustion. So you take, let's say, four hams for a four-cylinder engine, and hollow out the centers to allow you to install some ham-hock pistons. For these you would want to leave as much of the leg-bone sticking out of the hock as possible to attach to the crankshaft.

So we take the inverted rib-cage engine block and attach the four ham cylinders in line along the sternum. Then we can slap a side of ribs over the tops of the cylinders and strap it to the block with some bacon. I guess you'd also want to made a bacon head-gasket to form a tight seal between the cylinders and the cylinder head.

Instead of having valves inside the cylinders with a stem sticking through the head controlled by a camshaft (lots of little parts), I figure you could cut some intake ports along one side of the ham cylinder bank, and exhaust ports along the other side. To control the fuel and exhaust, you would have two long sausages (as long as the four ham cylinders) placed tight over the intake and exhaust ports with strategic notches cut in them that would open the ports as the sausages were rotated. This rotation would be generated by the crankshaft using gears made out of ham slices (instead of a belt, which could be made out of bacon but would not be very durable). Since I am describing a four-stroke meat engine, these ham gears would be at a 2:1 ratio.

Instead of having a carburetor, you could generate the fuel vapor by using some sort of combustible aerosol product, like maybe olive oil spray. A nice even spraying of olive oil over the top of the engine would not only provide the fuel for combustion, it would also lubricate the spinning valve sausages. To generate the spark, I guess you could wedge some of those long barbecue lighters through the ribs of the cylinder head and somehow rig up the triggers to one of the valve sausages (ensuring perfect ignition timing).

Since the fuel vapor is being applied evenly, you wouldn't need an intake manifold, and since meat engine exhaust is probably really delicious, you don't need an exhaust manifold either. You just let that sweet smell waft wherever it will.

I guess you'd want to keep the crankshaft lubricated in the ribcage engine block, so I was thinking that maple syrup might be the way to go. You see, this would generate a fair amount of friction when the syrup was cold and sticky, but less friction as it heated up and thinned out. This would help the meat engine heat up quickly, thereby spending as little time as possible in the danger zone. (This is practical advice known by all who have ever had to get a food-handler's permit).

Speaking of temperature, you don't want your meat engine to burn, so it might be prudent to install a radiator with gravy or BBQ sauce coolant to keep the operating temperature at a delicate slow-roasting 170° or so. If it was thin enough, I guess you could let the coolant sit on top of the crankcase syrup (enabling you to use a combined gravy-coolant/syrup-lubricant pump attached to the crankshaft), but it seems like you wouldn't want any syrup contamination in your coolant because it might plug up the radiator as it thickens. So maybe you could just bore some channels through the ham cylinders and connect them all together with bacon hoses. As far as the radiator goes, you could either carve a long series of channels through a ham, or make a coil of bacon hose.

In case I'm not doing a very good job of explaining this, here are a couple of detailed cutaways (click to enlarge):Some of the parts are slightly simplified for clarity, and I couldn't find a bacon-marbling fill pattern for CAD, so these blueprints are a little rough at the moment.

Advanced meat engine enthusiasts may prefer some sort of automatic-start, but for my patent application I am just going to go with a crank-start method. To fire up the engine, you get the crankshaft spinning with a hand-crank and start spraying the olive-oil fuel over the top of the intake valve sausage to start ignition.

Let's be honest here; at least at first the meat engine isn't going to pack a lot of horsepower, even if we tighten things up with bacon piston-rings and a better fuel injection method. So I think the ideal vehicle to propel with our machine is something like this:


Pulling something like this:
So you could carry spare parts and condiments.

I think the first day trip I take with the meatmobile will be to somewhere like Ocean Shores or Westport. If I leave in the late morning at a nice leisurely pace, I would probably roll onto the beach around 6 or 7. This would allow the meat engine to be running at a nice, even 170° or so for most of the day. De-lic-ious.

If you are a machine shop or butcher and are interesting in discussing mass-production of the meat engine, please leave your contact info in the comments. There are still a few loose ends so it might take a couple of hours to get the meat engine running perfectly, FYI.

NEW FEATURE: Product Review

PRODUCT: Bird Platter by IBride.
REVIEW: HAHAHA

NEW FEATURE: Game

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Check it out! It's like playing that annoying game, 20 questions, with an even more annoying flash interface! It took me 4 tries to get the it to guess bacon, probably because I answered "sometimes" a lot. My first three tries resulted in Apple (cold), Breakfast (getting warmer), and a Rabbit's Foot (fail). See if you can beat my 4!

NEW FEATURE: free-for-all of facts

[photo from Google Image Search "free for all of facts"]

Although it was an exciting and emotional week, time did not stop for BABE Rally Team Name Challenge. While we were white-knuckled and on the edge of our seats in anticipation of finally deciding a team name for my lazy and non-committal rally team, some other parts of the world slogged on, as if they were unaware of these epic battles tearing and splitting the earth with their maniacal fury. Dedicated to providing my readers with breaking news, valuable commentary, opportunities for future research, and ways to exercise their minds, I feel that a special catch-up post is necessary. I was going to call it "Quick Hits™" because it seems kind of edgy and cool (two words I have hitherto been unable to apply to this blog), but then I wasn't sure if putting the trademark symbol next to a common phrase carries any sort of legal weight, and then after I thought about this a while I got bored of it anyway.

On to the Free-for-All of Facts:

FACT: Kyle S pointed me to this article about rising food costs affecting the price of my delicious, delicious pizza. Here is the relevant bit [emphasis mine]:

Most restaurants have been hit hard by rising ingredient costs, as have consumers at the grocery store. The cost of grocery store food increased about 5 percent in the last year, with nearly every type of food going up except for a few items like oranges, bacon and lettuce.

Most of you probably immediately thought, "I am sad for my pizza, but thank God the Baco is safe!" I did too, and I'm extremely proud that the Baco can help people inflation-proof their food portfolio.

FACT: Speaking of inflation-proofing and portfolios and other economic-y stuff, I discovered that I am under constant surveillance by the Motley Fool. Here is the RSS header for this article:

Wealth is not all beer and Skittles.

Two things: 1) Wrong. 2) WHY ARE YOU SPYING ON ME, MOTLEY FOOL?! This is my exact diet whenever I am working at LG Theater. I haven't felt so paranoid since this article broke the very day after Colin and I invented the penny washer because we were too lazy to go to the store.

FACT: Look how much I'm worth in the sack:

SPECIAL PROMO CODE: mention "bac-log" for 25% off.

FACT: According to his ROFLCon bio, Brad Neely is working on a comedy novel about the American Civil War. This is really exciting news to me being that about half of the random stuff I say is influenced by [read: directly stolen from] Wizard People, Dear Readers.

FACT:

Also, click here.

FACT: Crap, back to work.

NEW FEATURE: Gratitude

I don't know about everyone else, but I think I have a little bit of a BABE Rally Team Name CHAMPIONSHIP emotional hangover (possibly part of a real hangover). I think Kyle S said it best:

Clapping my hands. Crying into them.

If I had to choose only one word to describe the events of the last five days, I would have to go with "Epic". If I had to choose only two words to describe the events of the last five days, I would go with "Epic" and, well, maybe I would see if I could trade the second word for italics and capitalization.

EPIC.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who helped my wayward BABE Rally team finally choose a name: There Will Be Bacon. This was certainly a lot more fun than I imagined. This is a little sad, but we probably could not have chosen a name without your help. You guys are the best. As a matter of fact, according to a recent scientific study conducted in my head just now, Bac-Log! readers are, on average, 13% more awesome and 17% more attractive (although 6% more likely to be seriously injured in a treasure-hunting related accident) than average blog readers.

I was going to present a special "1th Place" trophy to the ultimate winner of the BABE Rally Team Name CHALLENGE, but I feel like you guys deserve it more.Congratulations!!

I might do a special recap post of the legendary challenge later, but in the meantime, here is the final bracket. Also I need to score the brackets to determine who gets free ice cream!

Again, HUGE thanks to everyone who participated in this craziness!

NEW FEATURE: Desperate plea for help

As many of you know, next month Vik, Kyle H, Jason and I will be participating in the most amazing event of all time; the BABE Rally. The short story for those who we haven't gushed on and on about this to yet is that the BABE Rally (Big Apple to Big Easy) is a beater car trip from New York to New Orleans in a car that costs less than $250. Since we live in Seattle, this will also require driving our sweet $1 1987 Honda Civic to New York first. All in all we expect nothing less of this experience than a spectacular adventure full of non-stop mirth, merriment, and self-fulfillment.

So far everything is going rather well except for one important detail (two, if you count the car not running yet); we don't have a team name. You would think that among the four of us we would be able to come up with something clever that we all agree on, but we've been "trying" for months with no success. I think the primary problem is that we are sort of obsessed with our name being the perfect mixture of wit and understated cleverness that we have created a standard to which we will never ourselves be able to meet. Whereas I'm sure that we have many skills between the four of us (like eating and making snarky comments), naming things is apparently not one of them.

You are probably thinking, "what a tragic situation! Is there anything I can do to help?" Yes there is, and thank you for your concern. Here's what you can do:

• Think of awesome teams names (you can look at other team names for inspiration)
• Post your awesome team names in the comments
• Pass along this desperate plea to others

Some [read: ALL] of you are probably thinking, "what's in it for me? As a team-naming mercenary, I demand payment for my services." Check out this awesome suite of amazing prizes that could be yours upon our selection of your team name:

• Warm fuzzy feeling which you should probably get checked out
• A homemade tee-shirt featuring original art inspired by your team name
• Jason will wash your car or bicycle*
• Our friendship [note: friendship awarded retroactively only]
• You will achieve fame as our team's "Patron Saint", unless there is a more obviously applicable patron saint in which case you will receive a consolation prize of a bag of fake gold. [note: pending availability, "fake gold" may be substituted by "Oreos" and "bag" may be substituted by "partial bag"]
  

Perhaps you are shy or worried that your team-name ideas are not good enough. To assuage these fears, you can be assured that your suggestions will be better than my only to-date contribution of "Dream Unicorn Sparkle Sparkle Squad". If you are worried that we will make fun of your ideas, you may rest assured that yes, we will make fun of your ideas, but it will probably not be to your face and may only involve snickering.

Let's get us a team name!

*Not confirmed

NEW FEATURE: kids

OK, I have to get this story off my chest before I forget about it. I just got home from the grocery store where I witnessed an 8 or 9 year old boy approach the meat aisle and begin rapid-fire pummeling a poor defenseless ham. Like, I couldn't even see his arms they were moving so fast. I tried to remain calm and carry on, but then his mom started yelling at him, "HEY BILLY*! I TOLD YOU NOT TO HIT THE MEAT!" Billy* slowed down for a couple of seconds and contemplated this advice before re-engaging the enemy meat, this time accompanied by an awesome machine-gun sound. Seriously, I think this kid has a promising career in sound-effects. And boxing. Against hams.

*the names in this story have been changed to protect young meat-punchers, and also because his mom's voice was pretty shrill and I couldn't really distinguish all of the syllables.

NEW FEATURE: Quiz

Here is a quiz for you, dear readers. You may think of it as a poll but with less work required to participate.

1.) On a scale of "1" to "I wish I was dead", how fucked up is this couch:

a) 2
b) cabbage
c) where did you put the rest of the internet? I want to go there instead.
d) eyeball gouge
e) FUZZY
f) I ate paste

2.) This couch is better than the tiger couch (T/F):a) True - I love cross-eyed, hump-backed, scary-ass dog couches. With chains.
b) False - I wish I was dead. Or whoever made this couch was dead. Dead before they made this couch.
c) Ice cream

3. With the option of a $400k, 30-year-fixed loan at 5.75% with 0 points or 5.5% with 0.965 points ($3860), considering that the tax deduction on points only applies in the first year of the loan as opposed to the perpetual tax deduction on the additional interest from the higher rate, and the alternate savings rate is currently only around 3% but with possible upward movement even over a short time-horizon, at what point do the benefits of the lower rate outweigh the initial cash outlay required to purchase the points (assuming a 28% tax bracket)?

a) True
b) Do you think they have a polar bear couch? Or a buffalo couch?
c) chk chk chk chk [tank motion] chk chk chk chk
d) 4.168 years
e) Half-man on a skateboard

Answers will be posted at a later date, but feel free to leave your ideas in the comments.

NEW FEATURE: simulated insanity

This is what I optimistically figure being insane for 32 seconds is like. If anyone knows of a drug that makes normal life seem like this, please let me know.

BTW, must watch with sound:

NEW FEATURE: Gift idea

NEW FEATURE: Movie review

On Monday I saw the documentary Girls Rock!, which is about this awesome rock&roll camp for 8 to 18 year-old girls that takes place every year in Portland and culminates in a giant live show in front of a 750-person audience. The movie is pretty great, and it's amazing to see kids who have in some cases never touched an instrument in their lives put together some pretty kick-ass (if a little rough) songs in 5 days. Also, this movie just reinforces my views that kids are way smarter and more articulate than most people give them credit for.

The movie primarily follows the stories of four girls through their various experiences throughout the week. Drama is had, lessons are learned, personal growth is ACHIEVED. (Also, disturbing statistics about how young most girls first try dieting - SO messed up).

It's a well put-together, provocative documentary, but the real reason everyone should go see it is the 9-year-old, Sonic-youth-inspired, waaaay over-talkative noise rocker Amelie. I just can't emphasize enough how much ass she kicks. There should be a spin-off show just about her. Here is a very brief list of hilarious Amelie moments:

• She plays epic, wall-of-sound, incredibly loud noise rock on a tiny guitar shaped like a flower.
• She ended a tirade about this girl at her school with, "it's just so easy. Except for the switching-bodies part."
• She invented a chord she calls "negative ten degrees".
• All of the songs she writes are about a monster-sized version of her dog.
• "this is already, like, my third gig".
• 70% of her band's live performance is her playing guitar with her teeth while rolling around on stage.

The biggest Amelie gem of the movie for me, however, was a relatively brief moment during one of her band practices. Her band, P.L.A.I.D (which the drummer, "Sunshine", explains stands for "People Lying Around In Dirt") was busy writing their song when she screamed out the following lyrics into a storm of crazy distorted noise:

How do you tune a taco
How do you tune a taco
I don't knooooooow

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, I am still laughing at this. I think the saddest part about being a grown-up is that I couldn't come up with anything even close to this hilarious this if I tried.

Go see it. Hilarious.

NEW FEATURE: Idea theft

I totally had this idea first:

Except my idea was better because whereas this application is obviously purely aesthetic, mine was a practical safety application because you could have a hole through both roofs that you could fall through in the event of a roll-over and continue driving as if nothing had happened. This one has legs or something on the top which would clearly not sustain a dramatic multiple-rollover scenario. Also, I don't believe those headlights are functional on the top car, meaning you could not endure the rollover scenario at night, or you might get pulled over.

Pffft, way to steal and then crappify my idea, internet.

NEW FEATURE: Best Baco filling suggestion EVER

In response to the Baco, Blake produces probably the best suggestion ever for a fresh and exciting Baco filling:

If you need a distributer in Sweden, count me in. They could put pickled herring, or meatballs or some shit in it.

Ha ha ha ha ha! I need to hurry up and trademark "Båko" so we can sell this idea to IKEA.

NEW FEATURE: Daylight Savings Time can suck it

For some reason this morning I poured myself a giant glass of water for my 10-minute drive to work. I didn't even notice that I had it until I had to balance it on my leftover pastrami benedict (from another successful episode of Sunday Man-brunch) while I fumbled for my keys in my pocket. Now I have a giant glass of water in my car.

Also, on my way to work I forgot how to use my windshield wipers and thus ended up inappropriately signaling for a bunch of left turns that never happened.

Seriously, what's up with Spring Forward? Why can't we just perpetually Fall Back? My time is incredibly valuable (disclaimer: this is a lie). I can't just go losing hours here and there! Evidently this just totally messes me up.

NEW FEATURE: ultimate contribution to humanity

Immortality has long been sought to avoid the dark uncertainness of death; a way of imprinting a permanence of essence in the tactile plane of reality. To these ends medical science has made persistent, incremental advancements upon death's steely embrace (like vainly hitting the spacebar a couple of times inside life's parenthesis), and religion has stepped up to provide the consolation prize of a vague uncertain immortality of your soul (presumably this type of immortality does not include getting to annoy your still-alive friends and neighbors, which is why it is a second-rate type of immortality). Philosophy has pragmatically offered the suggestion that who cares about permanence, you'll be dead! The only proven method by which one may doubtlessly extend their influence beyond the grave is to produce works of enduring quality and relevance that will be permanent grooves in life's phonograph. Through the records of your deeds and the memories of others, you will live forever.

Behold: Immortality (AKA the bacon-shelled taco):



YES! To build a Baco, first have the shop guys at work fabricate a Baco mold out of industrial stainless steel:



Then you somehow convince your friends to let you come over and get bacon all over their stuff. Then you weave a bacon mat:



Then you borrow your friend's scissors and cut the mat into a circle:



Then you drape your beloved future heart attack over an aluminum foil-clad Baco mold, realize you made it too big, make a half-size bacon mat, realize the half-size one is too small, decide that life is too short for perfection and make them anyway:



Oh, and I forgot to mention that it is recommended that you be on at least your 4th beer by this point (I recommend Session Lager or Red Stripe because I am going through a stubby-beer-bottle phase right now). Next you sick your creation in a preheated 300deg oven, drink some more and watch the Muppet Show on DVD for a while, get impatient and turn up the oven to 400, have some more beer, and remove a taco-shaped, crisp section of heaven from the oven:



After basking in a column of light from heaven accompanied by choirs of angels celebrating your eternal bacony glory, it's time to fill up your Baco shells! Bacos SN#0000001 and SN#0000002 were both filled with iceberg lettuce, crumbled blue cheese, and more bacon:



Yeah, yeah you've already seen that picture, but I forgot to take a picture of the filled-up big one, so the little one has to do the work of two (there is probably a life lesson or inspirational fable here, which I might investigate later). Here is Baco the First inches from maiden voyage:



Pay special attention to how structurally sound the baco is! It actually might be more durable than actual hard-taco shells. Prepare for docking:



BACO IS DOCK-O! Its texture is the bastard children of forbidden love betwixt crunchy and chewy, and its taste is salty glory.

Next step is to make your attractive friends eat Bacos while you take unflattering photos of them with your crappy digital camera:







Ha ha ha ha, sorry guys! Don't worry, I'm sure the internet is paying more attention to the Baco anyway.

Next step is to forget what Kyle H (somehow not pictured with Baco) put in Baco SN#0000003.

Next step is to wake up with a wicked Baco hangover.

Next step is to use the internet to thank Courtney and Lisa for letting me get bacon all over their kitchen and arteries.

Hello Immorbaconality.

NEW FEATURE: food coma

This is what is going through my brain right now: "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhh.... uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhh... sooooooo... fuuuuullll". This is also what I just told my coworker.

On the plus side, I get the satisfaction of knowing that I just ate an entire chicken over a 24 hour period. And a bunch of valentine heart candies. Life is pretty good, except for the stomach pain and the sleepiness.

NEW FEATURE: work sucks

Man, work is sucking this week, and thus the blogging has been and will continue to be light. To tide you over, may I present:

HOW HAVE I SURVIVED UNTIL NOW WITHOUT THIS? In the future, when aliens are carefully dusting off our bones and cataloging our artifacts, they will scratch their ovipositors with their proboscis in confusion and empathy upon identifying the horrible dark ages of humanity that predate the Col-pop.

NEW FEATURE: Complaining about Blogger

Hey Google- what's up with not showing some of my pictures? I hate you.

DISCLAIMER: No I don't, come back.

NEW FEATURE: regret

Man, I totally meant to take pictures of the awesome spread from yesterday's Superbowl party, but FAILED. *SIGH*. So instead I will have to recreate the majesty from memory, which was gradually saturated with 4 or 5 beers.

• Kyle H and Meghan provided many-layered dip (it may have been 9-layered if he took my advice to include a layer of tears).
• Kyle S provided the best fucking chili I've ever had.
• Courtney provided the majestic bacon-wrapped lil' smokies.
• Vikram made some awesome nachos.
• Lisa made some awesome fried eggplant and some delicious chicken stuff.
• Brian G rolled with some kick-ass spanish rice.
• I don't really remember what Adrienne and Reid brought, but it was probably delicious.
• Julie stopped by just long enough to deposit some chocolate-covered rice treats that I totally binged on something horrible.
• Who made that chive-y artichoke dip in the breadbowl? That was freaking delicious.
• I think Other Brian brought the seasoned french-bread stuff, which was awesome. Or maybe that was what Reid and Adrienne brought, and Other Brian brought the chicken stuff? Who knows. All I know is that there was not enough room in my stomach.
• And I brought a plate of brownies, of which I tested many before contributing.

All in all, it was AWESOME. I probably ate too much bread with the artichoke spread and lil' smokies which led to inefficiency with the other items, but I got a taste of everything at least. I could really go for another shot at that awesome Texas chili and some more of BRG's spanish rice right about now. Also, I just couldn't stop eating those chocolate covered rice krispy treats.

Also, I had a go at this beer called Miller Chill, which has a lime-y taste built in:

Also it is apparently "Chelada-style", and I have no idea what that means. Is it like some sort of enchilada? What the hell? Even after 4 Rainier's it was a little much at first, but toward the end I think I started to warm up to it. I felt I had to try it in order to continue my fun-making of those others who were drinking it.

There should be a Superbowl food party EVERY SUNDAY.