Prison Pen-Pal Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving, Streets-Guys and Dolls!

     For the blessed event, Hippie, the most solid mother in my house and I are whipping up wraps with (fake Spam) ham and dressing, plus pecan pie cupcakes. If the pig portion sounds gross, it will be nothing of the sort by the time I steam it with a soy sauce mixture, Missy.

     I made some stuffing wraps tonight for me and the Hip-ster with a beef patty I ground with sweetener mixed with garlic and herb seasoning, then precooked in a fry-bag (see "Batmama's" Blue Cheese Fried Noodle" under Recipes for demystification). I made typical box dressing by boiling a cup of water, adding it and the fry-bag contents to the dry stuffing and stirring with a fork until well blended. Then, I split the mixture between two 8" flour tortillas, wrapped them burrito style, and coated the outside with a condiment mixture Hippie created reminiscent of honey mustard - you can use the real McCoy, Sluggo.

 

 

 

 

 

Then I sprinkled liberally with Italian Cheese Blend, put both wraps inside the fry-bag atop an aluminum pie-pan and nuked for 6 minutes. They were trés ignunt, as our French cousins say, and whipped up in under :10 (I put the ground beef with seasoning in the cooler ahead of time).

     There's a holiday movie sale on our tablets this week, so I picked up a bygone favorite - Disney's "Hercules". I saw this on the big OUTDOOR screen in 1997 on a first date with a stripper, Randy, stage name "Kick-stand". It was a double-feature with Con Air that wrought mayhem for the young parents in the car beside us on account of their panicking tyke raising all hell because the poor boy thought I was John Malcovich.

     I tell the guys here all the time how sick I get of the nonstop slow hand-job everybody gives 1980's movies because of their moronic simplicity and easy digestion. That doesn't make them good, it makes them nursing home chow. Serve me the 1990's any day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fargo, Barton Fink, Raising Zoe, Silence of the Lambs, The Reflecting Skin, Kalifornia, The Rapture, Romeo Is Bleeding, True Romance, The Usual Suspects, and so many that hailed a rebirth of the bold director/film choices of the pre-Jaws '70s before the Aughts brought stupid back to stay (post-Iron Man" superhero films notwithstanding as they are unassailable in their perfection and necessity in the salvation of cinema then, now, and forever).

     Hercules reflects it's decade's cinematic keenness. The jokes are aimed at the big people with sight gags for the munchkins. The period had a current of folks appreciating Golden Age Warner cartoons and creators like Tex Avery whose influence is abundantly here. The images, movements, and details are gorgeous, kinetic, slapstick, and fluid. The exhaustive contemporary practice of preaching at the audience, insulting them for spending a ransom for shittertainment is vacated for the real:

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hercules, rather than a lecture on toxic masculinity is fallible for his awesome strength and prowess, and his feminine counterpart, rather than an insufferable harpy who has to one-up him to remind us she doesn't need him is complex due to suffering what a man did to her, but allowed to be a girl who exhibits humor with depth, and never forgets her purpose for existence is ENTERTAINMENT. It's been a pure delight to watch with an exciting new friend might I add (more on that if it ends up worth talking about OR horrible enough, which for the keyhole-peekers out there could wind up more entertaining).

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Noteworthy tracks I picked up this week:

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Stateside - PinkPanthress: The most aggressive piece I've heard by the two-minute diva, a guitar-edged New Wave slice. I'm a bigger fan of the recent "Tonight", but this went on my "The Batman From I.G.N.U.N.T." playlist (all my lists were lost

 

 

 

 

 

when I was issued a new device last week) nonetheless.

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All-Skate Tasty Disco Cake - Universal Production Music: This 1:51 joyful house-funk piece with actual limited vocals as a bonus was a random search prize.

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I also picked up "Crazy On You" by Heart from the dusty record bin, and file under no-such-animals-as-guilty-pleasures, Holiday Road (yeah, THAT one) by Lindsey Buckingham. Never heard it uninterrupted, and if I play it once in a blue moon, enjoyable. It works well for the "8 Deez Playlist", too.

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Wanna laugh until your bladder lets loose? Check out the July 21 episode of "My Brother, My Brother, and Me" podcast entitled "Spiders Are Writing and God Is Real", after slipping on your Depends (punchline of the joke "What does 80 year-old p*ssy taste like?, delivered with a shoulder shrug).

 

 

 

 

 

Between Donkey Kong's trip to Human Resources and the stupidity of the fringe cast of "Charlotte's Web", I laid in my rack kicking and tear-filled ugly laughing at the mirth. Go there, Angel!

     My semester ended this weekend, and I submitted an essay I'll have posted now-ish here for my Government and Politics class. My instructor graded everything I submitted the entire time in under two hours including this final without a whisper of feedback. I was halfway through the ten-page beast when my apps vanished, my tablet was decommissioned, and they brought my new one - I had to start from scratch without a cloud as we are. Again, no response from my teacher for all that drama. I hope at least some of you pipe up, but I might wanna be careful what I'm dumb enough to wish for...

     Tomorrow's mission is to hopefully find someone holding Gorilla Glue or some-such in their locker that can seamlessly repair my trademark blue-rimmed glasses.

 

 

 

 

 

No idea how I broke the arm off last night, but those are crucial. I've had guys offer me good $ over bad for those unique frames, and no one's come near what I'd take for 'dem babies!