#2 in the continuing PTLS series. I apologize for a slow update week; I got some new ink pens and a bottle of india ink and I'm trying to figure that shit out. It's like playing dress-up with comics.
The Naming of Things - A game designer and English liaison for a Japanese RPG blogs about condensing long Japanese translations of in-game enemies into 8 English characters. I have the same trouble when naming characters in Final Fantasy games. My best 8-space work: Handjob?
I don't mean to post a lot of Sigur Ros nonsense, but....
Twelve tracks to enjoy the present Colorado-weather-mood-upswing by. Go to the drive-in. Take a bike ride. It's nice out. Email an inquiry for a .zip file of this mixtape. I will entertain trade offers for a full-on physical mixtape + origami case w/ runting knife cover.
Who Goes There? - Online in its entirety, the 1938 Sci-Fi novella by John W. Campbell that provided the basis for John Carpenter's movie The Thing. Who doesn't love anything to dowithKurtRussell? Oh, wait. I guess there's that.
Budget Hero - Balance the nation's budget in a game. Like in all videogames that offer me a choice, I try to be the biggest bastard I can be. So long, social security. Say hi to the education program in hell.
Pacmanhattan - I really, really, really want to do this.
Last night, I kept my head down, stayed away from windows and other sharp objects, and made chili.
The best thing one can do when weathering a deadly storm, I feel, is to cook chili. This is truth from on high, etched into tablets ancient: "And lo, did Moses add chopped onion and it was good, and yea, for it was blowing a great tempest."
So, in this +1, I will share my recipe for
RUNTING KNIFE $15 CRUNCHY VEGETARIAN STORM SHELTER BEER BOTTLE CHILI
You will need these ingredients, weaklings:
1 bag morningstar farms fake-ass ground beef
1 medium white onion
1 bell pepper (color depends on your sense of aesthetic)
1 packet McWilliams Chili Spicemix (or, if you can find some Melange, all the better. Long live the fighters.)
1 bottle beer
1 can tomatoes, diced
1 can whole kernel corn
1 can sliced (or baby) carrots
1 can red beans
1 can kidney beans
1 can pinto beans
The $15 part of the recipe title is important, because, if you are poor like me, you can taste value. Only buy ingredients that are on sale and generically branded (Kroger brand, in my case).
It's vegetarian because I don't eat on flesh, but you can easily use the real stuff instead of the facsimile dress rehearsal beef that I do. It should be noted that the fake beef is better for you, and tastes pretty okay.
The beer can be your choice. If I am feeling ritzy (and I have some around) I will use IPA. If I am feeling malty, a porter. Or, like last night, if I am feeling too hungry to care, Busch Light.
To cook this up, essentially all you do is fry your (fake) beef a little in a skillet, then mix everything in a big pot over medium heat for about 20 minutes, adding salt and other spices to taste. Stir it alot. It feels like real cooking that way.
But, because I have a deluded sense of self-worth, I like to think the sequence in which I open then pour cans into things matters. I generally do it this way:
Beef in first
Kidney beans and Tomatoes (strain juices first, you get you moisture from your beer)
Spice Packet (I also like to add cinnamon, chili powder, and crushed red pepper at this point)
Beer In. Use about 3/5 a bottle. Drink rest.
Red Beans and Corn
Pinto Beans and Carrot
(Add more spices here)
Chopped Bell pepper
Chopped Onion
Adding the vegetables last affords the "crunchy" to the title of the recipe. If you like a sweeter, rather than spicy chili, skip the extra spices beyond the packet and just go for cinnamon and a dollop of peanut butter. Serve with tortilla chips and optional Cholula, sour cream, and shredded cheese. This should make enough to last two people about three days.
In addition to punishing my GI tract with manfood, I also took in these, which all felt stormy-weather appropriate:
I have always carried a certain torch for things fantastical, so today's comic should come as no surprise. I attribute my fancy almost in whole to my mom's abrupt switch from romance to fantasy novels in my youthful years as her daily printed sustenance. If things had not changed, I probably would have nicer pecs, longer and shinier hair, and would have by now gently caressed a great number of heaving bosoms and quivering womanhoods.
That being said, if any readers want to throw back a few Elixirs ofFire Breath, I have a complete HeroQuest set (essentially D&D Lite) which is, like a dormant Necronomicon, anxious to again start its dark work. I am completely serious on this offer.
Moreover, I am a motherfucker of a DM.
Bon Iver - Skinny Loveliveon Jools Holland
Burning Star Core at South by Southwest
The Minibosses - Kid Icarus and Ikari Warriors in Somebody's Back Yard. (Radical.)
But now I consider myself somewhat of an epicure. I feel that I am a rare find, and this is peculiar. I live in a town with 5 craft breweries, and people still go non compos mentis for the soymilk tastelessness and banquet beer alcohol content of skinny dip. It makes no sense. I should be surrounded by teenagers taking secret gulps of strong golden ales from jacket pockets, and filling nalgene bottles with imperial russian stouts, but when I go to house concerts, all I see is pabst and fat tire.
Let the knife help you.
I love this beer:
It's a seasonal, which helps me understand in part the suburban fervor surrounding the aforementioned skinny dip. But that is merely supply-and-demand economics. I digress.
This hoppy little gem marries the bitter singularity of an IPA but with a sweet malt finish and an imperial thickness that is at once so curious and delicious, your tongue dons an off-pink blouse and a cardigan, gone to solve the taste mystery like Angela Lansbury in Murder, She Wrote.
What all this means is that I get bummed out when it's not in season.
Currently, I am bummed (in the california, not british sense).
Until I found out about Lagunitas Brewing's seasonal Lucky 13 Mondo Red. I discovered it on the shelf next to my perennial favorite beer impulse buy, Lagunitas' Maximus IPA ($3.99 a bomber), which also comes Runting Knife Recommended. It's exactly the same as Extra Special Red! Okay, Odell's is a bit better, but I can't be a chooser, especially when the 22oz bomber goes for $3.99. And at an abv in the neighborhood of 8.3%, you'll only need one to start to not feel your teeth, and your friends' experimental british-invasion downtempo noise band will become that much more listenable.
Lack of comics due to comic coffer re-stocking. They are up as soon as I scan. In the meantime, here are some drawings I drew. I think "drawings I drew" will become a semi-regular feature (read: distraction when comics are scarce).
Justice is essentially an electro ode to the compressor. And I couldn't be more down. Thanks for taking the power back from Madonna and Vertical Horizon, boys.
Also,
Play some arty-256-pixel-window-throwback-indie-videogames. I suggest passage and bloody zombies.
This was my prize find. Though it is no Year of the Rabbit or Secrets of the Lost Satellite musically, in terms of rarity, this shit is the Ken Andrews Holy Grail. I actually found two of these, still in wrappers.
Also still in wrapper. I can't remember the last time I had to solve one of these devious plastic Lemarchand's Boxes, but the 8 minutes of rubbing my index finger at the corners of the jewel case was worth it. I was off my rocker with 1994 industrial.
Do you remember Scapegoat Wax? They had a semi-hit in the early 2000's called "Allison" back when there were all kinds of Beck / Soul Coughing-esque bands and MTV had an infinite budget for new shows? Yeah. These girls remember, too. Worth all 50 of the cents it cost.
I got a Kid 'N Play cd.
I got a "this is fort apache" sampler with buffalo tom and radiohead on it (?).
I also got a cd by the very Juno (the band, scooter, not Sassytalk Morningsickness) sounding post rock band "Sons of Atom," whom I had never heard of.