If you enjoy nonsensical rants, brewery reviews, and/or random facts about everyday things, this is the page for you.
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Cheese In The Middle East
Monday, October 27, 2014
Neuyaht -OR- Neil Young
Joseph McConnell (Woo Woo)
Adam Czaplinski (Big Fish)
Rob Cottignies (Smoky Jones)
&
Olga Fedorovna (Crow-talker)
with
Illustrations by Woo Woo and Big Fish
He hit the nerve in his head that was the goat nerve.
Did you see the scallion guy?
Oh yeah? Well I fucked your wife... AND your granddaughter.
Santa Claus, bend your elbows now.
You're a spoon addict!!!
Underwear is like oysters. You never know which one you're gonna lose.
I like it here. Let's leave.
My butt is gonna fart soon. No... I lost it.
People are always looking for shit that soothes their soul. Yeah, that's why I love beer.
7'11. Yeah water, you're in charge of those.
Christiania (Long sigh............................................)
That was Umami. That was Akebakke.
You died on the train.
Is this my special coin? This is my special coin. No, wait. This is my special coin.
I'm pulling out the yellow card, mate.
Checkpoint Charlie? Checkpoint naptime.
Anyone want a chicken?
Chubba-lubba over here wants some food.
You can cut your jeans into funky shapes.
I'm not afraid to hump women and eat buffet. I'm just not interested.
There are three fat girls inside who look like walking potatoes.. and they're loud. Guess where they're from.
Now you know what it's like to have an empire.
It's like my nose is a minty jet pack.
Everyone is their own Beowulf.
"I only have 2 rules: Don't urinate on me and you have to drink your drink after cheersing." -Soup Stain
When did we find out that I am DMX?
Ask somebody's sister.
I'll find the skinny waitress. I'll buy her a chin.
Well, I mean, head zits.
Farmers do anything.
If a mountain could fart, what do you think it would sound like?
Oooooff!
That's what earthquakes are. Mountains farting.
Serious!? We were screaming Backstreet Boys!!!
Real butter or ghost butter?
Blaha No
Astoria Yes
Caribou Death Throat.
I slept like a groundhog.
When you argue with a guy named Soup Stain, it might not make total sense.
Nothing says Budapest like Britney Spears.
Fucking artists, man. Artists will save the world.
Their air circulator is a Rubik's cube.
Your brain is a Rubik's cube!
Yeah, maybe.
Ah, The Perfect Sturm.
[This is the only one I'll explain. In Austria, there is a drink called sturm, which is fermented grape juice in the stage before it becomes wine. It's delicious. Odie, Olga, and I were at a cafe in Vienna and we each ordered sturm. The waiter said, "Ah, The Perfect Sturm." It was awesome.]
Is Olga in the souvenir shop?
No, she's being.
What is he doing, taking wish money?
Dizzy Gillespie.
Dizzy Moocock.
Yeah, that's the one.
That's a good sleeve.
She's tall but her butt is not as nice as the one who was tall and her butt was small.
He likes pork. He is a pork pigeon.
Should we go to Strasbourg?
No, don't kill yourselves.
Where was Jenbach? Where is Jenbach?
It's gone. The plane has been taxied.
That's a good one. I've never heard that before.
I've never said that before.
It probably doesn't make sense.
Jerome will be there.
You have an eye like a diamond for the soup.
A lot of things have to happen in your life to be passed out in the middle of the afternoon on the steps of Vapiano.
No amount of sex is worth getting stabbed over.
You are the bread giver. I am the cheese master.
Oh, we are in a castle, eating cheese and drinking beer. Nice place to be.
You're a tough guy.
Why?
Well, eat this cheese for breakfast. Tough guys do that.
When in Rome, put your cheese outside.
Now is not the time for comfort. Now is the time for train chocolate.
I want to get something off but something is cold and amazing or something.
When you're old you get itchy but can only scratch yourself with soap brushes.
I refuse to do Basel Basel.
I don't need your pity berries.
More sports have no something.
If a walnut falls, you gotta eat it.
Where did you go today?
Buttlessville.
Pumpkins and napkins and locks.
If I get something with a beer, then I'll get a beer.
The goat nerve makes you bleat like a goat.
YeeeAAaarghhh
The butt of the gods was in Bergen. The holy butt of Basel, that all others are envious of, was in Paddy Reilly's. It belonged to the blonde girl with bangs.
Did you hear the Muslim guy trying to swallow his throat?
You can go to Amsterdam, or you can go to Amsterdam... in prison.
Hopefully they don't arrest me and kill me with guns and bullets and goblins.
Trust the Akebakke.
You're not full of love. You're full of cookies!
Even bus drivers know people.
I'm not shaking your hobo hand.
Are you tired?
I'm just existing. I'm tired. But I'm also wired. Tonic is horrible.
You wanna go sit out in the garden?
I'm looking at this chick right here.
When there's a will, there's a way.
When there's no wi-fi, there's no texting.
I want two billion billions.
Anything is the same.
What did you say about Teddy Grahams?
Mayonnaise is God.
They earned the smelly butt.
Dutch Bubba Gump Salad Guy.
Poo Poo Kenya.
They were worse than goblins. Demon goblin trolls of Basel.
We could sit here and watch a bunch of old people eat cheese. Their faces are so funny when they chew.
I'd rather have a Franken-lady than a pregnant lady.
I'm in Hell.
I'm a duck.
I never trust two guys in sweaters.
If he's part maniac he could have been Mumbling Man.
I like the smell of abandoned buildings.
This is where the Brits bring their ladies. Flying Water Douche.
Listening to Barry White in Bruges.
What's your team name?
Pwempay Pee Pee Poo Poo Paa Paaaa.
How do you go to sleep when your bottom half is a bowl of soup?!!!!?
Keep screaming, maniac. I'm going to bed.
Ping Pong Priest is gonna change the world.
I mean, I smell terrible... but I guess I could get drunk.
I've seen some good butts here, but they're not Bruges butts. They're tourist butts.
I might not be good at much, but I'm good at finding beer.
Drinking makes you learn Latin.
Sometimes you just gotta let her marry the fat guy.
Maybe he just talks to floors.
Now you have a Jerome of your own.
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Semper Fidelis, Aliquando Insipiens
Semper
Fidelis, Aliquando Insipiens
by Rob Cottignies
Firstly, that is Latin for 'Always Loyal, Sometimes
Foolish'.
Secondly, read this article.
That editorial was definitely written with a slant because
of how it presents the situation. 'Marine Vet' and 'A Marine Veteran' begin its
title and the article itself, respectively. The reader is already supposed to
be on this guy's side. The next three paragraphs, in order, mention Father's
Day and a kid's birthday, the Fourth of July and a military charity, and how
long Alejandro served in the Marines and the fact that he was discharged due to
disabilities.
After the article refers to the incident as
'outrageous', it finally tells the story- Alejandro wore a shirt which was
deemed offensive by Six Flags security but informed them it was not while
stating that he served in Iraq. He was then asked to leave the park, which
caused his wife and kid to start crying.
Veteran, holidays, family, tears: How are you NOT on
this guy's side against the unpatriotic meanie-heads at Six Flags?
Well, I am not, for one simple reason- he thought the
rules did not apply to him. Six Flags is a private business which allows it to
create its own rules, such as dress code. As written on their website under
Park Policies,
'Clothing with rude, vulgar or offensive language or graphics is not permitted
... Park admission may be denied if clothing is deemed by management to be
inappropriate.'
An argument against that might be asking who takes the
time to read a theme park's clothing policy. Ignorance of a rule is not an
excuse to break it.
Also, I was able to find the policies page in less
than ten seconds, as anybody else could.
…
I say that 'vulgar' and 'offensive' are up to
interpretation, and it WAS just a cheeky
T-shirt, but it clearly promoted violence. Because of this, Alejandro was told
to change the shirt or leave. My initial thought was that he should have turned
the shirt inside-out, thus saving time and money, but this is apparently not an
acceptable solution according to the company.
The way I see it, he had these options:
Option
A:
Go home to change the shirt and come back, allowing everyone to have a wonderful
day as intended.
Option
B:
Purchase and change into a Six Flags shirt, allowing everyone to have a wonderful
day as intended. If memory serves me, they have some excellent Bugs Bunny merchandise.
If he was still upset about the situation after
choosing either of these reasonable solutions, he could have contacted the
people at Six Flags who made the rules instead of shouting at those who enforce
them.
-OR-
Option
F:
Argue with security, throw a fit, attract attention, confuse and fluster his
family, and do his best to ensure that no one will have a wonderful day as
intended.
I think we all know which option he chose. And I labeled
it as Option F because it was an
extreme Failure on his part.
The fact that he is a veteran had nothing to do with
the situation. The fact that proceeds from the shirt went to a military charity
had nothing to do with the situation.
The situation was simply this: Mario Alejandro not
only wanted to break a rule but had the idea that the rule did not apply to him.
He thought he was exempt and special.
This makes me wonder if he enlisted in the military
for his country or himself, knowing that the general public is all-to-eager to
laud praise on soldiers. Doesn't the military teach people to not act privileged
but follow established orders and rules for the greater good? It is a shame
that nobody spoke up to take Alejandro down a peg during his rant.
…
The military is (unfortunately) a necessary entity
which should be honored and respected, but when soldiers act the way Mario
Alejandro did, it poses the question, 'Do we give them too much?'
There are probably thousands of military-related
charities out there. I am not saying they are bad but surely part of their
money-raising marketing plans involve tugging at the public's heart strings. (To
be fair, the same could be said about many charities.)
These days, one cannot attend a sports event without
the military being honored during the National Anthem or simply by pointing out
a group of veterans to applaud.
…
One of the saddest military-related displays I have
seen was when Chris Rock hosted the Academy Awards in 2005, during Operation
Iraqi Freedom. He opened the show by saying that it was dedicated to the
troops. A bunch of celebrities stood up to applaud, but this
"dedication" ultimately meant nothing. How did a gathering that makes
rich people richer honor soldiers away from home fighting a war that most people
did not understand? Sure, the awards show was a display of freedom available in
this country, but I think they did it simply to attract attention to
themselves, like Mario Alejandro.
To close, another article. This one is lengthy and
intense but worth the read. I especially like what he says in point number
one...
Monday, June 30, 2014
Moose Vs. Goose
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Why I Gave Up Giving Up
Why
I Gave Up Giving Up
by Rob Cottignies
The word ‘fasting’ has its root in an Old English term
meaning ‘voluntary abstinence from food and drink’. This idea is commonly
associated with religious observance but we all do it every day. Any period
between meals is a fast, which is why in the morning we are known to break
it.
Each of the world’s three biggest religions has its own
version of a ceremonial time of fasting.
Yom Kippur (‘day
of atonement’) is the holiest day of the Jewish calendar, which is
currently in its 5,781st year. On the tenth day of the month of Tishrei,
Jews practice five prayer services from sundown on the tenth until the
following day’s sundown. During this period, the devout are not allowed to eat,
drink, or clean their bodies in any way, including brushing their teeth. Through
these acts of abstinence, they seek forgiveness for the sins of themselves and others
and ask God for the year until the next Yom Kippur to be prosperous.
Ramadan is the ninth
month of the Islamic calendar, which is currently in its 1,442nd
year. This period celebrates Allah guiding the prophet Muhammad with
revelations that are now in the Quran. From sunrise to sunset on every day of
Ramadan, Muslims abstain from food, drink, physical pleasure, and even
medication. This teaches them self-control as they empathize with and give
charity to the less fortunate.
Ash Wednesday
begins the annual 40-day period known as Lent. Physical ashes (commonly
from burned palm leaves) are applied to Christians’ foreheads in the shape of a
cross to symbolize repentance (acknowledgement of sins) and the fact that
everybody dies (ashes to ashes).
An Old English word meaning ‘lengthen’ (as in days of
Spring growing “longer”) gives us Lent. According to the Bible, Jesus
fasted for 40 days in the desert while resisting temptations of Satan. During
Lent, followers do not eat meat on Fridays (explained later in this article)
and give up an everyday luxury such as smoking, social media, or hot sauce, for
the entire period.
…
(How about a quirky story after that history lesson?)
A few years ago, I read a book about the world’s
religions, cleverly titled The World’s Religions.
Included were explanations of Yom Kippur, Ramadan, and
Lent. I have never been religious but the idea of voluntarily abstaining from a
small part of everyday life intrigued me.
Since it was early March (and because the idea of not
eating for most of a day horrified me), I decided to give up hot sauce for
Lent.
This may sound trivial but was a big deal for someone
who puts hot sauce on almost everything- Cholula on rice, hot taco sauce on
eggs, El Yucateco (green) on pizza, and sriracha on most of the remainder.
(This example of pickiness should demonstrate how
serious I am about hot sauce and why it was an appropriate sacrifice.)
Starting March 5th of that year, I ate many
typical meals that would have tasted splendidly with their respective hot sauces,
yet denied myself with pride (and several instances of whining and pouting).
…
I gave up after three weeks.
22 days into the 40-day period, I convinced myself
that lasting more than half of Lent without hot sauce was a worthy
accomplishment.
What happened?
While talking with my dear friend Sam, who gave up
alcohol for Lent, we decided life was too short to deny ourselves goodness.
Of course, many people around the world have little
goodness, but why should I not embrace what I have by enjoying it? How arrogantly
pompous was it for me to say, ‘I’m going to refuse one of the wonderful things
in my life for six weeks for no real reason'?
(No reason for me. I understand why Christians do it.
Sort of.)
And ‘no reason’ goes straight to my second cause of
ceasing the denial- there was no point to me doing it. I study religions but am
not religious, so depriving myself hot sauce ultimately hurt only me because I
do not subscribe to the implications.
It was a nice experiment and I applaud those who stick
with their periods of self-denial, like Sam successfully did. Kudos.
(I planned on doing this again during a
religious period or other random phase but, at the time of this writing have
not.)
Having known people who lasted for all of Lent only to
binge on Easter – missing the point entirely – I did not return to hot sauce in
an extravagant manner. I had an average meal with an average amount of hot
sauce on it.
Self-discipline and moderation were the goals.
…
[Here is where I change direction to criticize Lent.]
You can see from the beginning of this article there
are several versions of fasting, but I think Lent is the most curious.
The idea of not eating
meat once per week for a month and a half stems from suffering as Jesus
suffered before he was killed.
Admirable notion but does
giving up chicken sandwiches once per week really equal being nailed to wood,
stabbed, and exposed to the elements until death?
…
Non-land animals such as
fish are not considered ‘meat’ and loopholes have been found to allow eating beavers
and capybara, since they live near water.
(Picking which rules to
follow must be wonderful.)
For another tidbit, going
meatless only applies to people over 14 years of age.
I have seen friends who never
practiced Christianity subscribe to the no-meat policy. When asked why, they usually
gave the verbal equivalent of a shrug.
They just blindly did it
because of tradition and/or obligation. How is that honoring anything?
To make it a bit more
ridiculous, I knew somebody who gave up shots of alcohol for Lent.
More specifically, he
gave up shot-glasses, not alcohol nor drinking small amounts of it. The liquid’s
vessel was the target of his abstention. I naturally laughed at this idea until
discovering he was serious.
…
Back to the Friday thing,
do people actually think that is a requirement of getting into Heaven?
'Well, you cheated on
your spouse a bunch of times and coveted your neighbor's snowblower, but you
had pizza for a few Fridays out of every year so come on in.'
To the contrary: 'So you
donated a lot of time to charity and belonged to a respectable family but ate a
hamburger in late March once so you must go downstairs.'
(These were silly
examples but hopefully you get the point.)
Just be a decent person.
Doing things based on centuries-old rules, which have probably been
mistranslated throughout their journey, is a waste of time and perfectly good
hot sauce.