I don’t have a (crock) pot to piss in. My domestic helper dropped and shattered the ceramic cooking innards of my beloved Crock Pot. I’ll look for a replacement next week when I’m on the old Navy base shopping. Until then, my kitchen repertoire will be limited to the stove top, oven, and grill. Or I’ll be eating out more.
Meanwhile, I’ve resolved to not be fooled again.
Here’s a story that ought to touch your heart. A five year old boy sees his Air Force pilot father off from the airport in Dallas back in 1967. The father was subsequently shot down and killed in Vietnam (well, Laos). 52 years later, the son is an airline pilot and he flies his father’s recently discovered remains back to the same airport in Dallas. Give it a read.
And how about some stuff I saw on Facebook this morning?
The world has gone mad. Or so it seems.
We’ll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song
I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again
The change, it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the fold, that’s all
And the world looks just the same
And history ain’t changed
‘Cause the banners, they are flown in the last war
I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again
No, no!
I’ll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be left half alive
I’ll get all my papers and smile at the sky
Oh I know that the hypnotized never lie
Do ya?
There’s nothing in the streets
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced, by the bye
And a parting on the left
Is now a parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight
I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again
Don’t get fooled again
No, no!
Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss
UPDATE: Well, I see I also used the “what a crock” title last July. In that post I was again bitching about the weather but I was happy to be cooking up a big batch of chili in my recently repaired crock pot. What goes around comes around I guess.
A tragic loss, the crock pot is. Good luck finding a replacement.
My boss gifted me with a very nice crock pot a few years back. Unfortunately, it developed a crack (and I missed the opportunity to make “crackpot” jokes), so I had to buy my own replacement. I didn’t want the boss to feel guilty, so I didn’t tell him about the breakage until a year or so later, when it came up in conversation. Anyway, my point is that, like Bill Clinton, I feel your pain.
Personally, I’d love to get an Instant Pot. Those things do everything. Maybe on my next trip to the States…
The rain has finally arrived in Manila, dealing with multiple pairs of wet shoes…
A question for you.. why can I never remember to take my umbrella from bar to bar? I need an umbrella budget!
Kevin, do they have air fryers in Korea? I was skeptical at first but I am quite happy with it. Does a fine job on chicken wings.
Brandon,
They do indeed have air fryers here, and they’re not that expensive. Should I get one? How well does it fry other things like, say, french fries?
By the way, John, I may have to borrow that “fart rape” meme above. It’s a fantastic example of a shittily punctuated run-on sentence, which makes it the perfect candidate for teaching a lesson about commas.
Well, now I’m going to have to check out an Instant Pot and an air fryer. I hadn’t even heard of the latter before. I’m all about keeping it easy in the kitchen, so they might be right up my alley.
Help yourself to the meme, Kev. Although I bet I could fail to use commas even more spectacularly. Hold my beer… 🙂
Fries turn out great, i got mine from Walmart “Big Boss “ I believe it was $70-$80