tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58885290624994828482024-02-22T05:01:40.668-08:00Of Tall Cans and Taco TrucksObservations that stick it to the Mandolmoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02731283207057127075noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888529062499482848.post-24824965668263955182011-07-06T21:54:00.001-07:002011-07-06T21:54:22.137-07:00Iron knee<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp2E3RIYSa2qRlhTPeOTgxWF6F9BlM3wCcJ9c9OzKmToyy85q-NqSEkiWwJ88xe6nRZE120RjOZ43uJFKTKnIihYo9o_Ne-OW4Xonx_h5sUPw560Lm_yKIAOjw3HFBwFqcOWZdvWEmh72B/' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'><img border='0' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp2E3RIYSa2qRlhTPeOTgxWF6F9BlM3wCcJ9c9OzKmToyy85q-NqSEkiWwJ88xe6nRZE120RjOZ43uJFKTKnIihYo9o_Ne-OW4Xonx_h5sUPw560Lm_yKIAOjw3HFBwFqcOWZdvWEmh72B/s288/1310014404458.jpeg' style='display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 288px;'/></a><br/>
</div>dolmoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02731283207057127075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888529062499482848.post-78249188798131939682010-06-16T22:37:00.001-07:002010-06-16T22:37:55.813-07:00A Day In the Life<object width="480" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.xtranormal.com/site_media/players/jwplayer.swf"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><param name="flashvars"value="height=390&width=480&file=http://newvideos.xtranormal.com/standard/3b7a2944-783d-11df-b369-003048d69c21_23_standard_medium-flv.flv&image=http://newvideos.xtranormal.com/standard/3b7a2944-783d-11df-b369-003048d69c21_23_standard_poster.jpg&link=http://www.xtranormal.com/watch/6708453&searchbar=false&autostart=false"/><embed src="http://www.xtranormal.com/site_media/players/jwplayer.swf" width="480" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="height=390&width=480&file=http://newvideos.xtranormal.com/standard/3b7a2944-783d-11df-b369-003048d69c21_23_standard_medium-flv.flv&image=http://newvideos.xtranormal.com/standard/3b7a2944-783d-11df-b369-003048d69c21_23_standard_poster.jpg&link=http://www.xtranormal.com/watch/6708453&searchbar=false&autostart=false"></embed></object><object width="480" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.xtranormal.com/site_media/players/embedded-xnl-stats.swf"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.xtranormal.com/site_media/players/embedded-xnl-stats.swf" width="1" height="1" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></object>dolmoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02731283207057127075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888529062499482848.post-63586677448632445682009-07-27T19:54:00.000-07:002009-07-27T20:21:37.224-07:00Let's here it for Rickey<a href="http://cdn.faniq.com/images/blog/d270bcffa2a278a523549dbfd1fe84c3.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://cdn.faniq.com/images/blog/d270bcffa2a278a523549dbfd1fe84c3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.faniq.com/blog/The-25-Best-Rickey-Henderson-Stories-Of-All-Time-Blog-15243">Top 25 Rickey moments</a></div><div></div><div>The above linked article is pretty much the funniest thing ever. I've always loved hearing about the wacky things my fave Oakland player, Rickey Henderson, would do and say. This is the greatest list ever put together. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>dolmoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02731283207057127075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888529062499482848.post-83999573937459409012009-06-14T16:33:00.000-07:002009-06-19T01:54:48.956-07:00So help me Jesus<p>That's what you'll be thinking when it's my turn at karaoake! (If not saying it out loud). I need to stick to my usual stuff without high notes or West Coast rap. =)</p><p>This takes place at Tavern Bar in the Lakeside Inn at South Lake Tahoe. Booze fueled locals were screaming out rock tunes and a few had decent voices. We were passing by on the way to the blackjack tables and...well....this was a party I couldn't miss. </p><p>Commentary is provided by my cousin Sara. Make sure you catch the dance moves during the bridge. You have no idea how sober I was during this. </p><br /><p></p><br /><object height="432" width="576"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/119684955341"><embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/119684955341" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="576" height="432"></embed></object>dolmoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02731283207057127075noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888529062499482848.post-54532909966009908382009-06-12T19:56:00.000-07:002009-06-12T19:57:17.058-07:00Futbol haiku<span style="font-family:arial;">Damn Real Madrid<br />C Ronaldo AND Kaka?<br />European Yankees</span>dolmoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02731283207057127075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888529062499482848.post-31872922658710942252009-05-08T08:04:00.000-07:002009-05-17T11:51:27.445-07:00Kentucky Fried Chaos<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQ_QNFs4ke0/Sg3coBqutqI/AAAAAAAAABo/sadCeJunQ7M/s1600-h/kfc"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336163713704441506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQ_QNFs4ke0/Sg3coBqutqI/AAAAAAAAABo/sadCeJunQ7M/s320/kfc" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Dear Mrs Winfrey, </span><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Thank you, Oprah. You are <em>amazing</em>. Time again and again you accomplish others cannnot. Obama can't do it. Fiddy can't do it. Not even David Spade. No, I'm not talking about repeatedly losing weight and getting fat again. Oprah, you and only you, can mobilize the great unwashed masses to come together for the single noble cause of creating a trainwreck for my personal enjoyment. Not only was I entertained!! I also received free chicken! For this I thank you. Keep up the good work. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Sincerely, </span><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">DO</span></div><br /><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">When I heard about this Oprah sponsored free grilled chicken meal stuff<em> I knew</em> I had to get there and <em>fast</em>. This was going to be too great a trainwreck to miss. I was <em>absoutely</em> <em>giddy </em>at the potentially chaotic combo of hot weather and huge cluster of hungry ghetto people coupon in hand.</span></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;">As soon as I rolled up the </span><span style="font-family:arial;">tell tale signs were obvious: an overflowing dumpster, a huge line, more overflowing garbage inside with a booth being used as a landfill, and<em> menacing scowl</em> after <em>menacing scowl</em>. It was even better than I imagined!</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;">At the front of the line was this irritated grown ass woman . She kept complaining that she was going to pass out if she couldn't get her chicken and leave. I couldn't help but chuckle with delight. This, of course, earned me serious stinkeye giving me even more joy. </span><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;">"You know what reeaaaaally pisses me off?" I asked a less hostile lady in front of me. Her solemn look of concern faded into a smile </span><span style="font-family:Arial;">when I sarcastically exclaimed</span><span style="font-family:Arial;">, "Free stuff!" "If you didn't expect a long wait, you are pretty dumb", the lady in front of me added. I nodded in agreement. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;">Someone had to break up this tangible tension, and that someone is always me. =) So my next move involved mobilizing the kids in line. This nonsense had to be driving them crazy. I got them going with a cheerful, "free chicken, free chicken!" chant (I do like to chant). We shook our fists as we chanted. I think some thought I was trying to organize a coup or riot of some sort, but it was all in fun. Then it was time to make fun of the exasperated people that threw their hands up and left when they found out the hour plus wait time. For those folks the kids and I sang, "nah-nah-<em>naaah</em>-nah, nah-nah-<em>naaah</em>-nah, hey-<em>heeey</em>-heeey, gooodbyyye!". We did that about as many times as I could get away with and not have someone take a swing at me. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;">This helped pass the time until the KFC/A&W staff could fullfill their free chicken promise. The KFC/A&W staff warned us it be an hour and a half wait. I took about a 20 minute walk in addtion to the prior discussed debaucery to help pass the time. Boy did I feel sorry for those guys. I'm surprised we haven't heard of a KFC employee going on a killing spree by now. Those kids are heroes. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;">When an event this great happens there are always plenty of heroes to spread the love and credit for. This day was no different. Thank you all to to staff with their FML expressions, the unruly herd that somehow thought this would be a smooth process, and Oprah, of course. I don't know if the stars will ever be aligned quite so to create such a glorious trainwreck. </span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Arial;">DO</span> </p></div></div></div>dolmoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02731283207057127075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888529062499482848.post-41795365288268970302009-05-05T22:25:00.000-07:002009-05-05T23:32:18.781-07:00A DO original turkeyburger recipe: EL PAISAIf you know me, you know I am a huge fan of turkey burgers. I constantly experiment trying to find new and exciting ways to prepare this high protein, low fat nomnomnomfest of a meal. People tend to think they are dry or boring, but that's cuz the ones they eat suck. Mine do not.<br /><br />This isn't my <em>signature</em> turkey burger style, but it is a great change of pace. The one "weird" non-normal ingredient used is the nopal (cactus). Cactus, in my mind, is severely underused. The texture is great and the nice slight bitter flavor goes great with meat. Don't worry, Whitey, you don't have to venture to the bad part of town at the market where they only speak Mexican to get it- Safeway carries it.<br /><br />The turkey burger itself can be cooked just as easily on pan over the stove with a little olive oil or on the grill. Have a little vino or a beer with this and you are set. Honestly, I don't know if you are worthy or not, but here comes the recipe. I shall call this one <em><strong>El Paisa</strong></em>.<br /><br />Stuff you need:<br /><br />Turkey burger patty- Just get Kirkland ones from Costco, Fancypants<br />Nopales (cactus)- Cut about the size of turkey burger patty and dethorned<br />Pepperjack cheese- or not if you are watching fat content<br />Green leaf lettuce<br /><a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/cooking-live/chipotle-aioli-recipe/index.html">Chipotle aioli</a> -Tapatio is a very acceptable subsititute if you are cheap or watching fat content<br />Your favorite bun- no not those kinds of buns, jerks<br />olive oil<br />salt<br />pepper<br />garlic salt<br />thyme<br />Optional: slice of tomato- do it if in season!<br /><br />Season your fully thawed turkey burger patty liberally as Nancy Pelosi with pepper, and not so liberally with garlic salt and thyme. A grill should be fairly hot to cook the turkey burger-if you hold your hand above it for 3 seconds you should feel the need to pull it back. Make sure to brush a bit of olive oil on the patty or else it might stick to the grill. On a gas stove- medium heat. Cook until the patty starts to brown, then flip and cook until the other side starts to brown.<br /><br />Brush the cactus with olive oil and cook it until the bright green fades and the areas where the thorns were removed slightly brown. Season the cactus with salt to taste.<br /><br />Toast bun.<br /><br />Slap your turkey burger, cactus, pepper jack cheese, lettuce, chipotle aioli (or acceptable substitute), and optional tomato slice on that toasted bun and eat that mother like a <em>savage</em>.<br /><br />DO OUT!<br /><br />pics posted laterdolmoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02731283207057127075noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888529062499482848.post-19316307079463321752009-05-01T16:44:00.000-07:002009-05-01T16:45:28.016-07:00Fabulous video<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vnOyMSEWNTs&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vnOyMSEWNTs&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>dolmoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02731283207057127075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888529062499482848.post-36408333545439001672009-04-23T21:58:00.000-07:002009-04-25T00:13:58.189-07:00Epic FailYes, that was all that was left. It wasn't much, maybe 3 big bites. Honestly though there was <em>no way</em> I could finish it. It was just not meant to be. My stomach just could not stomach the War Sauce.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMVmTVoLHLfd8tN6cowhkVMhOBnjrUx8gKaDF8lZkaRQFsG86Qz89oV06c3E7BEBDfE5CuaViti0g92u5-tbhXDOMsF0c_yoO-vMGWrLULg9u5g-oyJSwGrQopbAb2jjacDzFKHSKIPVdb/s1600-h/Pics+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328234440660144162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMVmTVoLHLfd8tN6cowhkVMhOBnjrUx8gKaDF8lZkaRQFsG86Qz89oV06c3E7BEBDfE5CuaViti0g92u5-tbhXDOMsF0c_yoO-vMGWrLULg9u5g-oyJSwGrQopbAb2jjacDzFKHSKIPVdb/s320/Pics+016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />War Sauce is HOT. Right away I was sweating like a big man doing stairs in 100 degree heat. You can feel every bite burn all the way down your throat, settle in your stomach, and just plain <em>wreak havoc</em> like nothing else I've experienced.<br /><br />While the heat is significant, the bigger problem was holding it down. First, it didn't particularly taste good. All you get is <em>heat</em>. The texture is of a grainy chili paste as much as it is a sauce. Within the first few bites I knew the battle was going to be to keep it down.<br /><br />A lot of the squirming and drinks in the video are me trying my best not vomit all over the table. This is coming from a person that when eating out would challenge people to combine whatever was on the table into a drink and then take money from those betting against me. Only with a zen-like focus did I get as far as I did with this War Sauce. The involuntary gag reflexes kicked in big time during the whole 2nd half of the sandwich until finallly, in an epic battle of wills, War Sauce would not be denied. I made my frantic, confused dash to the bathroom. Fin.<br /><p>Anyway, thanks to my friends that came by to cheer me on and to the My BBQ staff for the crazy challenge that brought us together on a Wednesday night. Without further ado I present: <em>DO Takes on the War Sauce Challenge</em>. </p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxl7ckPTdWvH1WVV1HVZtg5K2bPqLAMKjdYJn0fH7KGyFGjPnM0Q97iUdyUUeG8UH2rjFMG363YS5dj4W6ICQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="left">The voices in the background you will hear are mostly cheerleader Ingrid, timely one liners by Rob, encouragement from Josh and Sara, Emily mostly talking trash, and a perhaps a comment made in disgust by Torey. </p>dolmoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02731283207057127075noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888529062499482848.post-77070763758205280002009-04-21T20:11:00.000-07:002009-04-22T09:35:25.337-07:00Let the hype begin!!<span style="font-family:arial;">And so it was written, so shall it be: On the 23th day during the 4th moon the great Consumer of Comestible is to be summoned to rise for an <em>alleged challenge</em> put on by a local barbeque proprietor. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />War Sauce, the adversary, is said to invoke the <em>fires of hell</em>. Many challengers have failed and only the greatest competitors survive.<br /><br />While this might seem a simple mercenary mission, the motive undoubtedly is everlasting glory.<br /><br />Join me as <strong>DO takes on <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/my-bbq-spot-sacramento">My BBQ Spot's War Sauce Challenge</a>.</strong><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><p>Rules: </p><ul><li>$25 for the pot</li><li>30 minutes</li><li>Eat whole regular sandwich with War Sauce </li><li>1 drink (no milk)</li><li>A victorious challenger wins the $$ in the pot.</span> </li></ul><p><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X1B4GAcfPc4">Some other guy taking on the challenge. </a> </p><p><span style="font-family:arial;">Tomorrow's post: <strong>Video of DO taking on the War Sauce Challenge</strong></span></p>dolmoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02731283207057127075noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888529062499482848.post-46960061312171067622009-04-17T12:50:00.001-07:002009-04-17T12:57:52.373-07:00A haiku about a very bad movie<p style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px"><a title="Grab this movie from Amazon" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&keywords=maximum+overdrive&tag=plinky09-20&search-alias=dvd"><img alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51DejZIMVNL._SS250_.jpg" /> </a></p><p style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px">Where to begin here?<br /><br />Emilio vs truck?<br /><br />Shoulda switched to Sheen</p><p class="plinky_badge_rid:10916" style="CLEAR: both; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 13px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 10px 0px 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 24px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"><a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/10916"><img title="" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=10916" /> </a></p>dolmoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02731283207057127075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888529062499482848.post-60801476147366633472009-04-14T23:33:00.000-07:002009-04-25T00:12:38.619-07:00Debunking the travel myth<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JQ_QNFs4ke0/SeWCyL8Ru8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/6eP8Tql2N2M/s1600-h/suitcase.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324805933146160066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JQ_QNFs4ke0/SeWCyL8Ru8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/6eP8Tql2N2M/s320/suitcase.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p>Nothing makes these people feel more cultured, learned, and downright significant than a good old trip abroad. Travel makes you more interesting and others more significant in your eyes. Travel is pretty much the bourgeoisie’s hallowed route to enlightenment and epicurean life. This myth is straight up whack though. It’s time to debunk it and show the emperors of the bourgeoisie <span style="color:#000000;">are not</span> wearing clothes. In reality, travel is about as life changing as meatloaf because you don’t really do anything unique. So please stop perpetuating the myth and for the <em>love of gawd</em> stop the hyperbole laced recollection of your trip.<br /><br />A perpetuator of this myth asked me the other day if I went to Africa, would it change my life? Well, it just might if I went to Kenya, ran a fishing scheme, and scored a few bank account numbers. Seriously, who does anything while traveling that “changes their life”? Do you volunteer helping an organization that is purifying drinking water for a remote African village? No. Let’s face it: That’s not what you do. Here is what you do:</p><ul><li>Shop (Mostly likely for garbage)</li><li>Feed your face</li><li>Take pictures (Mostly of yourself drunk by landmarks)</li></ul><p>What <em>life changing</em> and <em>spiritual</em> events these things are. Man, if only everyone took some time to shop for garbage, feed their face, and take pictures of themselves drunk by landmarks the world would be suuuch a better place. Our lives would be sooooo much more meaningful and fulfilling . There would be no war! No parking tickets. No Republicans!<br /><br />What’s even more life changing than shopping (for garbage), feeding your face, and taking pictures (of yourself drunk by landmarks)? How about having your ignorance for another culture completely exposed? Amazing! No, not really. You are pretty much not to get it so keep on looking for that free public WC.<br /><br />Speaking of amazing, it’s amazing how much perpetuators of the myth love to congregate and gab about their travels. I dare you to take a drink every time you hear the word “amazing” when a couple of these fools get together. </p><p>Bourgeois Betty: “I just got back from an amazing trip to Amazingland. It was amazing.”<br />Bourgeois Billy: “That’s amazing. I am about to go to The Amazing Republic.”<br />Bourgeois Betty: “Amazing. Wanna make out?”<br />Bourgeois Billy: “That would be amazing.”<br /><br />If you are playing at home you can no longer walk straight but this disgusting behavior should make you vomit without even taking the drinks. How many times do you need to say the word <em>amazing</em> (take a drink) to make yourself sound interesting? On average, I’d say 4.5. No wait, that’s how much drinks I need to make you fools sound interesting.<br /><br />You wanna travel? Great! We all need to get away. Just try to keep it real. Admit you are getting away from work to: </p><ul><li>Shop (Mostly likely for garbage)</li><li>Feed your face</li><li>Take pictures (Mostly of yourself drunk by landmarks) </li></ul><p>And if you <em>still think</em> that makes you cultured, learned, and interesting then Anthony Bourdain must be my biotch.<br /><br />DO </p>dolmoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02731283207057127075noreply@blogger.com0