Friday, December 01, 2006

Turkey on Fire


So, it's been a while since I've written. Sue me.

I'd like to spend some time today talking about the flash point of peanut oil. But wait...I'm getting ahead of myself. First, some background. Yeah, that's right. Strap on in.

The Thanksgiving holidays this year were something else. It seems every time I have some days off, I end up working for some other company. This time was no exception. I was in the middle of helping a company migrate their wide-area network onto a Metro E so decided that Thanksgiving day would be a good time to finish up, what with them being a bank and being closed and all. My original thoughts were to spend maybe 2 hours on this and then be freed up for the rest of the holiday.

As I have no real family in the area, it was decided that we would spend turkey day with Lynn’s Aunt Eleanor, a very lovely and gracious lady that I met last year. The “plan” (note the quotation marks) was for everyone to get together and eat at 11:00. Since I usually fry a turkey for Thanksgiving, this would involve me getting up at around 6:00am to fry turkeys, get everything packed up, drive two hours to Eleanor’s and have dinner. Then, go to my client’s and fix the network. Perfect! Except that on Wednesday night I was told the time had changed to 4:00pm.

At this point, I should have heard the Gods begin to snicker and known more fun was coming. I ignored them. Stupid mortal.


So, Lynn and I drove down Wednesday night, I changed my network plans to 8:00 am Thursday morning, and carried all of my turkey frying paraphernalia with me. This includes pot, burner, propane, tongs, lifters, injections, turkeys, oil, and assorted and sundry spices and what-nots. Oh, and the dog. Ain't he cute?

Thursday morning. Or as I like to remember it as “The Day Hell Came to Flora”. I won’t even go into how things went with the bank. Suffice it to say, I got there at 8:00 am and left at 4:30 pm. Get the picture?

So, I’m rushing to Aunt Eleanor’s house. I arrive, and everyone is there. I hurredly setup my fryer because I, stupidly it seems, believe that everyone is waiting on my delicious fried turkey. Naturally, I was wrong. Again, that tell-tale snicker from the heavens.

I measure the oil, light the flame and of course, I'm short on oil. For those of you who are not from here, Flora is in the country. I don't mean "Liberty Land is right up the road" country, but "oh my God, what is that man doing to that poor animal" country. But John, erstwhile bud and Lynn's bro-in-law, offers to go get more.

In the two hours he's gone, I decide to go ahead and heat the oil I have in anticipation of his return with the goods. Of course, there is a huge spread already in place so I go in and out of the house, alternating between snacking on the yummy's and checking my oil temperature.

Back to my original thought: the flash point of peanut oil. For you groovy science type people, you'll remember that the flash point for peanut oil is around the happy temperature of 670° F. With too little oil, a 54,000 BTU burner and no wind, this apparently was obtained in very short order.

My last check of the oil presented me with a fire. In my pot. Of oil. In the country. All I could do was turn around, go back inside, help myself to more ham and let folks know that the turkey frying had been postponed. Right about that time, John showed up with the extra oil. Oh, goody.

Ever been presented with three gallons of burning oil? It's amazing how fast your brain shuts off. At least ten adults stood around this thing, thinking "How the hell do we put this out?" So, we did what any rational person would do: we tossed powdery things at it. Salt. Baking Powder. Someone suggested flour, but I thought that would just make a roux, and it would only make us want gumbo or something.

Someone came out with a fire extinguisher. As an aside, I'm always amazed at people who have these in their house. I don't think I'd ever remember to pick one up along with my Coco-Krispies and bagels. Anyway, we spray the thing. Fire gets bigger. And now stinks to no end. The Gods are laughing so hard they're crying. Bastards.

Finally, Matt (family member) suggests a lid. Damn him.

Lid goes on, fire goes out. But there's more to this story...but I'm out of time at the moment. More later.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Ode to Arkansas

Disclaimer: I never took the SAT; I only took the ACT. And on the ACT, everything was multiple choice and you used a #2 pencil and a scan-tron sheet. So for those of you who are as over-analytical as I can be, I don't know how true to form this may be (i.e. I can't imagine a standardized college entrance exam to be open-ended like this makes it appear), but just read it for the humor value. The names have been excluded, because they're stupid.

S.A.T. TEST QUESTIONS

The following questions and answers were actually collected from SAT tests given in Springdale, Arkansas in 2000 to 16-year-old students! (Don't laugh too hard----one of these kids may be the President someday.)

Q: Name the four seasons.
A: Salt, pepper, mustard and vinegar.

Q: Explain one of the processes by which water can be made safe to drink.
A: Flirtation makes water safe to drink because it removes large pollutants like grit, sand, dead sheep and canoeists.

Q: How is dew formed?
A: The sun shines down on the leaves and makes them perspire.

Q: What is a planet?
A: A body of earth surrounded by sky.

Q: In a democratic society, how important are elections?
A: Very important. Sex can only happen when a male gets an election.

Q: What are steroids?
A: Things for keeping carpets still on the stairs.

Q: What happens to your body as you age?
A: When you get old, so do your bowels and you get intercontinental.

Q: What happens to a boy when he reaches puberty?
A: He says good-bye to his boyhood and looks forward to his adultery.

Q: Name a major disease associated with cigarettes.
A: Premature death.

Q: How can you delay milk turning sour?
A: Keep it in the cow.

Q: How are the main parts of the body categorized? (E.g., abdomen.) A: The body is consisted into three parts -- the brainium, the borax and the abdominal cavity. The brainium contains the brain, the borax contains the heart and lungs, and the abdominal cavity contains the five bowels, A, E, I, O, and U.

Q: What is the Fibula?
A: A small lie.

Q: What does "varicose" mean?
A: Nearby.

Q: What is the most common form of birth control?
A: Most people prevent contraception by wearing a condominium.

Q: Give the meaning of the term "Caesarian Section."
A: The caesarian section is a district in Rome.

Q: What is a seizure?
A: A Roman emperor.

Q: What is a terminal illness?
A: When you are sick at the airport.

Q: Give an example of a fungus. What is a characteristic feature?
A: Mushrooms. They always grow in damp places and so they look like umbrellas.

Q: What does the word "benign" mean?
A: Benign is what you will be after you be eight.

Q: What is a turbine?
A: Something an Arab wears on his head.

Q: What is a Hindu?
A: It lays eggs.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Are women that clueless?!?

A good friend of mine sent this article to me and asked if I thought this was true. Was this how men approached intimacy and sexual relations with their women? I have pasted the content from her email without reference, as I do not know from where it originated. The emphasis is mine, so I apologize to the author...whoever she may be. I am emphasizing the excerpts that are complete harlequin garbage. Sorry ladies.
Lovemaking isn’t just for slender women. But large women who have body image issues often have problems in relationships because they think that men want a woman with a perfect body.

Although a man isn’t going to pass up the chance to look at such a woman, the perfect body is not at the top of a man’s want list. You don’t have to have that perfect body if you want to enjoy great lovemaking with your man.

Here’s what men really want from their women:

Passion
Men love passionate women. A lusty interest in intimacy will wow a man every time. A blasé attitude isn’t sexy. Powerful positive emotions of love and desire are. These emotions are far more important that the packaging in which the emotions come. Men want to be desired and loved. Letting them know that you’re passionate about them will turn them on every time and pave the way for great lovemaking.

Enthusiasm
Men want women to be enthusiastic. Enthusiasm is upbeat energy, and upbeat energy is electric. Bring enthusiasm into the bedroom and watch the sparks fly. Enthusiasm improve your lovemaking almost instantly

Caring
Men need their women to be caring. A man’s ego really can’t handle much criticism. Criticism, in fact, is a great way to kill ardor.

A woman who is working hard to be perfect herself tends to exact the same standards from her lover. That kind of pressure is a definite turn-off. Nurture your partner with the kind of caring you’d like to receive yourself and you’ll be amazed at the kind of gentle response you’ll get in return during lovemaking.

Kindness
Men want kindness and patience. When women go on rigid diets, they tend to get a little, ah, witchy. Men don’t like this.

Men want women to cut them some slack and treat them with the same respect that we often save for our best friends. A man who is respected and treated kindly will usually be a happy, virile man who is wonderful at lovemaking.

Playfulness
Man want women to be playful and have a sense of erotic adventure. Who wants a woman who’s all serious and hung up on getting things just right? Intimacy shouldn’t be about looking good. It’s about having fun. A woman who is willing to experiment and get silly in bed will enjoy incredible lovemaking.

Women think that men don’t want intimacy. This isn’t true. Men want it as much as women do. They just don’t like to talk about it. If you want to be close to your man, stop focusing on creating the perfect body and create the perfect atmosphere for lovemaking. (T)he great thing about giving your man what he wants is that it will get you what you want—closeness and romance and awesome lovemaking.
Uh huh. And here is my response:
This must have been written by a woman.

To be honest, some of that is true, but most of it is wishful thinking. We just are not that deep. When it comes to sex, arguably the most important aspect is physical attraction.

Am I saying that the woman has to be a size 4? Not at all, but the man has to be physically attracted to this woman. That can take all kinds of forms. Attractiveness is judged by the individual and is not limited to exact physical features. Certain character traits and mannerisms add to sensuality and attractiveness.

For example, I may not find a certain type of physical body attractive, but team that same body up with a great sense of humor, a certain open-mindedness, and a keen intellect and I will probably be attracted.

See?

As for intimacy and all that stuff, yes men do want that. Do they want it the same way women do? No. As a man, I can tell you that my driving need is to be wanted, needed, trusted and their contributions to the relationship acknowledged. I personally equate that with intimacy. That makes me feel closer to my mate.

The biggest thing I can stress is open communication. Men like to talk about sex. So, talk about it. Get into your likes and dislikes. At the very least, you will discover where you each are sexually and whether or not you can compromise. Hell, you may share a fantasy and didn't even know it! Then decide, "can he give me what I need and can I give him what he needs"? If the answer is no, you MUST find a solution. If you don't, it will end badly.
Just thought you should know. Feel free to discuss.

Monday, November 13, 2006

Network Blues and karaoke

Prior to this entry, it should be noted that I love karaoke. I mean I really love karaoke. You know that tingle you get when you spend time with that special someone, gazing longingly into their eyes as your souls join into one? Yeah, like that.

So this weekend, I had network issues to resolve for a client. They were finally moving into the 21st century as far as connectivity, which is to say they were leaving behind the creaky old technology of frame relay. All hail and praise Metro-E! I had done my due diligence and designed a bullet proof network for them, complete with full-mesh design, backup connectivity and the proverbial sesame seed bun. Do you need a hot apple pie? Drive around please...

This job should have taken a grand total of about two hours. We started at 5:00 pm.

At around 12:30, we decided we had enough. Everything that could go wrong, did; from the wrong type of switches to routers losing their code, it was one thing after another. I swear to Christ, we were looking to the skies for the swarms of locusts and just knew that the moon was going to turn to sackcloth at any moment.

On a lighter note, all of my stuff worked.

Now, about that karaoke...oh wait, I gotta go.

Talk amongst yourselves.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

...and so it starts.

Welcome to my first official blogspot! Oh, sure I've been muddling around with MySpace.com for a little while, but I think this would really qualify as a true, by God, blog.

A lot of you (okay, just the few who are reading this) may be wondering, “Why does he call himself a 38 year old teenager?” Well, it’s simple, really. I have never quite grown up. Some folks would call it immaturity. Some call it “running from the inevitable”.

I call it self-preservation.

I mean, really. Who wouldn’t want to go back to a time when the only thing you had to worry about was, which would it be today: the plank of pseudo pizza or the mystery meat sandwich? White or chocolate milk? Whose car do we take to the liquor store? Which freshman band member was taking the plunge into the hedges today?

In order to keep my sanity, I decided some time ago that I would continue to act 17 for as long as I could. So far, that’s been through an almost 10 year marriage, a divorce, 3 kids (soon to be 4), two strokes, a heart attack, by-pass surgery, and enough negative life changes to curl Jennifer Anniston’s hair. Ah, Jennifer…sigh!

Erm…ahem! So, it is with great pleasure that I commit to laying out the sordid thoughts and details of my life here, for anyone who wishes to live vicariously through me. For those that do, God help you. I’m sure we kind find you some therapy together.

Okay, take my hand…follow me. It gets sort of dark down here, but I’ll help you find your way. I know most of the twists and turns by heart.

Most of them.