I recently played Jak 3 (I haven’t for ages). It’s a great game, but I’ve noticed a problem.
You get these Light and Dark Eco Powers, so you can grow wings and fly, regenerate health and have a forcefield, and even slow down time, before turning into a dark monster and beating the hell out of people.
This should make you feel all powerful, but it doesn’t. The guns don’t seem to make up for it either, or the jetboard, or the massive range of vehicles at your disposal.
You probably don’t get to feel like some kind of super hero or god until you’ve unlocked the invisibility and invulnerability secrets, which requires loads and loads of precursor orbs. Oh Well.

Kaya Christian, Miss November 1967, was previously a diving and backstroke champ, then a water ballerina, and finally was certified as a SCUBA instructor just before this issue of Playboy went to print. I guess what I’m saying is, she’s in to watersports.

Photographed by Bill Figge and Ed DeLong

You know what I’ve noticed? It seems like the more vintage the playmate, the more the chance you will find a few butt shots. I don’t just mean shots where there is a naked hind end in the picture, I mean ones where the whole composition is framed around it; where it is solely the focal point, like you don’t even see boobs or anything else, practically.

It just seems like if a playmate is from the mid-60’s to late 70’s, you are practically guaranteed at least one photograph of the model looking over her shoulder or in profile with her ass aimed at the camera. Playboy has really went the boob-focused route since the 80’s and 90’s, all the way to the early 2000’s, and it seems it has been done at the price of the derriere. Sometimes the back side can be the best side, guys. It is now retro to have just-buns-pics in nudie spreads. Write that down.

A California native who spent her childhood in Georgia, Kaya enjoyed painting and music (so far, so good), late nights/early mornings (still solid), and listed as her idea of a good meal “shellfish and milkshakes.” Screeeee. What the unholy fuck?! Get out of the car, Ms. Christian. You’re walking. That’s easily the grossest thing I’ve heard all week, and most of my countrymen cooked a bird carcass in the last two days (the nasty phrases and descriptions that get bandied about when the subject is poultry roasting truly revolt me).

One of her turn-offs was “draft-card burners.” Oh, my. Sounds like the little swimming, naked girl has her some political opinions, enough so to list that in Playboy. Why don’t you go hoark down a bucket of oysters and a strawberry shake, sister, and save the sanctimonious shit for a rag that ain’t built on skin? Nobody cares if you uphold traditional family values (not to mention that the issue of the appropriateness of a draft for the Vietnam War was never, ever, except in the cheapest of rhetoric, about patriotism and being a good or a bad person).

This is what I was trying to point out in the last post, when I talked about Donna Edmondson and what she went through after admitting to being a virgin. The whole socio-religious-politics and porn thing just don’t mix. They don’t have to. I just think that if you try, you’re missing the point. It’s Playboy, honey. It’s not a pageant.

This is an example of a legit super-clever cover. See how her hips and ass form the bunny’s head and the straps that snake around the open back make his ears? Very nicely done. Another Beth Hyatt/Pompeo Posar pairing.

Weirdly, they talk about her work as

…laboring in the catacombish darkness of one of the West Coast’s largest photo-processing labs.

Thoughts on that? She talks about going to Catalina, so she’s in So-Cal. What’s down in the LA area in the way of Kodak-Eastman, etc? Because I could not at all place that reference.

Stuffing has got to be my favorite Thanksgiving food.  I remember Thanksgivings past where my dad & I would fight over the stuffing bowl like it was filled with gold, diamonds, and (for me) guitars.  The stuff is perfect.  Alone, with turkey, with gravy… the decadent amount of carbs is ridiculously awesome.

Last year was my first ever attempt at making stuffing… and my grandma told me that it tasted just like hers.  Is there a compliment better than that?  I had used as a guide an old recipe that my grandfather & grandmother had both used when making holiday meals.  My mom lent me the old cook book with my grandfather’s notes last year, I collected some others, and I made scans for myself.

I say “guide” because it’s not always an exact science when doubling/tripling recipes… and there really aren’t any cooking directions… it’s just a guide to make the stuff.  Also, I tend to do a lot of “oh, that looks about right” and a little bit of “hey, let’s add a little of this” in the kitchen, as most people comfortable there usually do.

A lot of times I see stuffing recipes online, on TV, or in the little books by the cash register at the grocery store… and they include sausage, apples, raisins, (yuck!) nuts, or even peppers, carrots, or mushrooms (all of the latter of which I’ like to try some time).  The philosophy behind this recipe seems to be a K.I.S.S. one.  I like that.  It’s a very simple accompaniment, and the taste that my mind goes to every time I think “stuffing”.

This year, it was definitely a two person effort.  I don’t know how I would have done it without Bethany and all four of our hands.  We made a lot of stuffing.  Sadly, I didn’t think to chronicle the thing with photos like I sometimes do with new recipes… but I did want to make a guide with my own notes, so when I do this next year, I remember what I did differently this year.  I know I altered things slightly last year, but the details were a little fuzzy.  I figured that if I’m going to do it for myself, I might as well share, right?  Plus, we got compliments from two moms, two grandmas, and an aunt… all excellent in the kitchen themselves!

I did take a photo today, because really, what’s a food blog post without a photo?  Perhaps I’ll see if my mom got any with her camera and amend the post later.

This year's effort was delicious, if I do say so myself.

This is my first time really writing out a recipe… so pardon me if it’s a little convoluted or long winded.  I don’t want to miss anything, and I hope to get it all in the right order as well as make it an entertaining read.

Here’s what you’ll need to do it the same way I did…

Food:

• 5 loaves of bread (equaled 56 cups once cubed)
• 1 bundle of celery (3 cups, chopped – the rest can cook w/ the turkey or be a snack)
• 2 Spanish or Sweet onions
• The giblets & neck out of your turkey.
• 1 can (14½ oz.) vegetable broth
• 1 tablespoons of salt
• ½ tablesppon Season All Seasoned Salt
• 1 heaping teaspoon coarse ground black pepper
• 1 heaping teaspoon sage
• 1 heaping teaspoon poultry seasoning
• 10 eggs
• 4 sticks (2 cups) butter
• some water
• 1 cup fresh parsley
• 1 bottle of Yuengling

Stuff:

• 2 cookie sheets
• cutting boards
• small pot
• electric skillet
• Magic Bullet^®
• electric roaster
• large crock pot
• knives
• a few large bowls
• whisk
• spatula
• several large spoons
• paper towels

OK, on to the directions…

1. Monday night, get your loaves of bread, open the bags, and put the loaves on cookie sheets before dinner.  Leave ‘em out on a table or counter while you do your thing.
2. Right before your favorite prime time TV shows come on, set up a station on the coffee table in front of the couch with the cookie trays of bread, some cutting boards with knives, and the pans out of your electric roaster.  Cube the bread and fill the roasting pan.  When I say fill it, I mean fill it.  It will be ridiculously full.
3. Cover it with paper towels, and set it on the kitchen table that you only use when company comes over anyway.  Over the next few days, stir it a few times a day, whenever you think of it.  This will get it nicely & slightly stale.  If you’re going to be doing anything that smells, like using cleaning chemicals, put it in the oven… but don’t turn it on.  It’s nice & warm & dry & not stinky in there.  The bread will absorb that stuff and the stuffing will taste like Mr. Clean made it.
4. Wednesday night, get out your turkey… and pull the disgusting papery bag of giblets out of the neck cavity, and the neck out of its butt.  (Why exactly do they put the neck in the butt, anyway?  Who’s idea was that?) Boil the giblets in your can of vegetable broth, or just use plain water… or even turkey or chicken broth.  I thought the vegetable broth would add a nice flavor.  I boiled them for a nice long time, and let it cook down quite a bunch.
5. Finely chop up your celery & onions… or use the Magic Bullet, like I did.  I’m not real big on chunks of slimy or crunchy stuff in bread-like consistency foods.  I probably had half of each chopped finely, the other half rendered to near-paste by the genius little piece of equipment that list the Magic Bullet.  I’m sure any food processor would work.. but this one is easy to pot pout of storage, use, and clean when you’re done.
6. Then I popped out the electric skillet to sauteé the onion & celery mixture… probably in some Country Crock & a bit of extra virgin olive oil… adding some of the spices mentioned above, and maybe even some paprika… although, they don’t come the totals listed above.  These are the aforementioned “oh, that looks about right” and  “hey, let’s add a little of this”.  You’ve sauteed stuff, you know how it works.  I love this step because it turns the onions from gross into awesome… especially the Spanish onions.  The sweet onions are oddly enough not as sweet to me when cooked.
7. Next time, I’m totally getting a pair of swimming goggles or those glasses that I’ve seen at Bed, Bath & Beyond for when I chop & pulverize the onions.  I was crying like a little girl who just watched a car run over a kitten.
8. I popped the onions and celery into separate containers for the ‘fridge to save for Thursday morning.
9. Next, I pulled out the giblets and chopped them into tiny pieces, & put them with the reduced broth from cooking into a 3rd refrigerator bound container to be used on Thursday morning.
10. Go to bed.  You have to get up early.
11. Thursday get up about an hour before your turkey needs to go in the roaster oven, and start to mix all this crap together.
12. Add the dry spice ingredients to the now stale-ish cubed bread.  Good luck not getting any on the floor.
13. Chop the fresh parsley.
14. Nuke your butter in a microwave safe bowl, add it to a large mixing bowl, crack open the 10 eggs, and whisk away.
15. Add the fresh parsley to the buttery gooey egg mixture.
16. Add 2-3 cups of the broth from the giblets, and the finely chopped giblets to the now even gooier butterier egg mixture.
17. This is where I got the bright idea to dump in some Yuengling.  It wasn’t a whole bottle… but I had it out & only needed about ½ cup for my butter/garlic/beer turkey injection/baste,  so I dumped some into the gooey buttery gibletey mixture, and drank the rest… all before 8:00 am.
18. Dump the celery & onion concoction on to the bread, mix around, and then dump on the gooey buttery gibletey Yuenglingey mixture.  This is where it was imperative that there were two of us.  Bethany opted to use her hands to mix while I poured.  The mixing gets easier when it’s wet, as it goes down a little.  You should probably wash your hands before you do this.  Not that I think you’re stupid or anything… but there are signs out there all over the place… so someone somewhere must need reminded.  Use soap, and hot water.
19. Now, this needs to come out of the roaster so the turkey can go into it… and you should be doing this around the same time as turkey prep… so stuff what you can into the turkey carcass’ various cavities, and put the rest in the crock pot.  I had Bethany scoop it into a bowl small amounts at a time as I stuffed it into the bird, so I wasn’t touching raw poultry and the stuffing that wasn’t going into the bird.  She made it clear that she wasn’t touching the raw dead bird, or sticking her hands into it.
20. I sewed up the turkey and popped it into the roaster to cook, and then put the stuffing in the crock pot on low to cook for the same amount of time.
21. Everyone told me last year that stuffing + crock pot = bad idea.  This is where I say that you could not be more wrong.  It was perfectly moist and heated well throughout.  I did break the cardinal cock pot rule by removing the lid every hour or so and stirring a little so it didn’t stick to the sides or burn.  This worked well, except that I didn’t get the bottom well enough.  You could add more liquid throughout if t looked necessary… or not stir if you like the crusty part as much as the other part.  If you use the crock pot enough, you get to know what works for yours.  Pop it on to warm or off a while before you eat.
22. When the turkey’s ready, the stuffing’s ready.  Stuff yourself silly, send people home with leftovers, and eat for breakfast, lunch, & dinner the next day.

Well, I hope you enjoyed the process, and I’m sorry for jumping tenses.  I think I did anyway.  All over the place.  Maybe Dave and Kristin can give me some pointers on that.

I’d love to know what you think of this recipe, and how you do your stuffing.  I’m always up for trying things new ways… and I’m always up for eating stuffing.  In fact, even better — make some, and invite me over for dinner!

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Apparently Google is more than just the world’s most used search engine. It’s also “Super elastic, soft, smooth. Highly absorbent, for you always!”

Via The Huffington Post

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Devin Hester

What’s giving The Bears more publicity this week? It isn’t their underdog comeback story, that’s for sure. The Bears big game against the Philadelphia Eagles brought a whole new wave of news on Sunday night’s nationally televised game. Devin Hester, wide receiver for The Chicago Bears involuntarily mooned the entire stadium along with everyone watching on television.

As Hester was attempting to receive a pass thrown by quarterback, Jay Cutler, it was to no one’s surprise that the pass wasn’t a good one. Even so, Hester tried his hardest to complete it and missed, little to Eagles cornerback, Dimitri Patterson’s knowledge. Patterson continued his attempt at tackling Hester, which resulted in Patterson pulling down Hester’s pants for everyone to see.

Of course, nowadays, if anything remotely, funny, embarrassing or offensive happens in the media, everyone will know where to find it. The video was posted on Youtube shortly thereafter, not to mention the HD NBC instant replay. So in case you happened to miss Sunday’s main attraction, here you go:



Female surfing has made huge strides as a sport and the best girl surfers will kick your butt out of the line up.

Some of these girls are so good that they don’t need a wetsuit – they surf in nothing but a bikini … a small bikini.

Source:
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Hollywood, CA - “I didn’t want to tell anyone until the Dancing With the Stars season was over, but the speculation has just gotten to be a huge distraction,” said Mr. Osmond. “My face was burned horribly in fire five years ago. I spent nine months in seclusion and the only therapy available was a massive skin graft from my butt. It wasn’t a full face transplant, just the smile and both cheeks. I can’t tell the difference now,” said Osmond.

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Seen here: http://www.cw.ua.edu/where-s-the-good-tp-1.2095803

He can still remember the horror to this day.  It was a sunny Monday afternoon and his chemistry class just let out.  He had another class in an hour, but first, he needed to make a pit stop.  Fresh Food Company’s ridiculously good “chocolate hand grenade pudding” waged war inside his intestines, forcing him to upgrade his order from a No. 1 to a No. 2 combo.

John faced the dreaded on-campus deuce drop.  Veterans probably understand that John’s problem began after he finished.

Most Capstonians probably have some complaint about the University.  Angst over student tickets, parking, tuition prices, and other issues has been expressed through various forms.

One matter has slipped through the cracks — but that is where its importance ultimately lies.

Ask any self-loving student what he or she can’t possibly skimp on, and toilet paper will dominate all other answers. Sadly, the University doesn’t share the same concern and stocks campus restrooms with rudimentary rear rags that cause much irritation.

“I didn’t know you could make sandpaper so thin,” one sophomore engineering major remarked.

Besides the well-being of current students, think of the impact on visiting recruits.   Imagine a potential enrollee has to build a home for the dung beetle, and he or she discovers that soft toilet paper is stocked in the bathroom stall.  That person would have to be crazy not to sign a letter of intent right then.  When a university busts their butts for their students’, it must be a good choice for education, too.

I caught up with one visiting high school student who humored me with her opinion on the far-reaching matter.

“If Alabama were to decide on buying better toilet paper, it would sure be a Charmin recruiting tactic,” she punned.

Also, the current behind stationary can cause problems in terms of clogging.  When students have to pull at the spool for minutes to form a suitable wad, toilets end up enduring unnecessary amounts of the material.

The wiping efficiency, calculated by sheet used per deposit at the porcelain bank, affects this the most.  Obviously, better brands tend to have higher efficiency numbers and decrease the amount of waste.

In addition, time spent in the restroom is lessened, making breaks between classes quicker.

Rolls with a higher thread count can help improve the lives of students in general.

“Sometimes, when my day is in the dumps, I just want a comfortable way to clean up,” said Lou, a junior majoring in finance. “The toilet paper the University uses now just really rubs me the wrong way.”

The costs and worth of this initiative would determine the possibility of its enactment, so a study and companion surveys would be needed.

I propose stocking a few stalls around campus with quality two-ply toilet paper and recording a few key results.  Is it used more than the current brand?  Do users clog the toilet more often with it?

One survey would account for the personal effects on participants.  A complementary one would ask students about potential impact of the switch.  Did or would it alter your mood?  Did or would your view on the university change?

Hopefully, this would provide an accurate depiction of the value and financial implications of this plan, and the University could arrive at an enlightened decision.

With the average person having one to three bowel movements a day, there is a good chance you will be on campus when the time is right. Or completely wrong.

Superior stall tissue can wipe all your worries away by quickly and pleasantly ending your previously apprehensive bathroom visit.

I’m not asking for silk.  I just want an affordable upgrade for the betterment of our student body.

Devin Hester’s butt was exposed last night during NBC’s Sunday Night Football… but look at the close-up…

Even more amazing is the promotion we got for our new show “Decisions, Decisions” by paying him $100 to tattoo it on his ass!

Thanks for the shout out D! Have a great Thanksgiving!

She certainly is resilient.

A tribute to plates with butt-centric themes or the wonderful use of the word “ass”

Half Ass – Very clever.

Referred to as the “Ass” series license plates.

Not sure who exactly Ms. Poo is, but maybe she is related to Winnie the Pooh?

So, we are pretty sure this person loves someone by the name like Angela Nicole Loweman — but we get a kick out of it anyways!

Hi Everyone…

I had to write Mason’s blog today because he is so cranky and out of sorts with everyone. I am sure it will pass, but you know how he hates change of any kind (unless it is a new food being added to his diet!), and Grandma and Grandpa’s new pug, Cecily, has really put him in a funk. I, however, am beside myself with excitement and cannot wait to meet my new sister friend. I know from Mom that she is a beautiful black pug who has had two litters of puppies and that she was shown a few times. She sounds so sweet and fun that I can hardly wait. I feel sad for her because she has always lived with lots of pugs and has never been the only dog until now. I think Mason and I need to welcome her into our family but Mason is being a brat about it. You know how he was (and still is sometimes) about my coming into his life. He is not a typical pug who likes lots of friends around, sharing his space and playing with him. He can be a real pill about that and just last week he went for me when I was licking Mom’s hand while we were sitting on the couch. He tolerates me up to a point and then he just can’t seem to control himself. I think he needs anger management.

I am really anxious to meet this new pug and I already think we are going to be great friends. Mason just mutters to himself about her. “She’s probably as stupid as Lizzie, She’s probably going to steal all of my food, She’s probably going to sniff my butt and then want to cuddle with me, She probably thinks she’s the boss of Grandma and Grandpa, She’s probably found all of my old hiding places in the woods.” He can go on for hours this way until I want to bite him! Well, I wouldn’t bite him but sometimes I really want to.

So, Cecily, welcome to our family! I will be your friend even if Mason doesn’t want to right away. Be patient and you’ll see…he’ll come around. His bark is much fiercer than his bite. See you Wednesday night!

Your loving sister/cousin/friend,

Lizzie

Here she is in Grandma's office. I love her already!

Look at how sweet she is! Grandma says she has to learn how to photograph black since it is harder than fawn.

Every year it’s the same. Grandma pulls the stuffing cage out of the turkey’s butt and the feast begins! But don’t try it on anything less than 14 lbs., please. (From a Bed Bath & Beyond flier–now we know what they mean by Beyond.)
Scissored and submitted by Nancy Beskin, Friend of RWS. Thanks Nancy!