Thanks to my very clever sister This blog has a new home at plain old
From there you can reach the W&G products, read about my shortcomings, and more.
So what are doing still here? Get your ass over there and bookmark it or whatever the crud it is you kids do these days.
Um, yeah. What he said.
This space is being given a streamlining spruce up by my sister, otherwise known as www.timeontaskva.com
It won’t be a big change except that the domain wryandginger.com will now bring you here, rather than the Etsy shop. Once here, you will be able to choose from a lovely selection of posts about my various shortcomings, shop at the Etsy store, or even go to the other shop, wherein you will find a selection of W&G gear. Yes….you may wear me on your person.
So some of the links may be a bit spacey for a day or so and then all should be well again.
I’ve got a real dislike for Sean Connery. May I explain?
1. He Can’t Act.
Just saying you are an actor does not make it so. In the same way that Shania Twain can use the phrase “…as an artist…” and then produce masterpieces with lines such as “you’re a fine piece of real estate and I’m gonna get me some land,” saying it simply doesn’t make it so. Sean Connery plays Sean Connery in every film, and since he actually is Sean Connery, well… big deal. Please stop awarding him medals and prizes for playing his natural, gobby, misogynistic, two dimensional self. It’s no stretch. For Christ’s sake, he doesn’t even bother to learn accents. I hear Meryl Streep offered to give him some tips one night at an Oscar gala, and he dealt her a hook punch that sent her ass over tea kettle into the buffet, leaving her visibly stunned. What effect such a punch may have had on her is unknown, but two days later she signed on for Prairie Home Companion. True story.*
2. The Above Mentioned Misogynistic Streak
At repeated points in his adult life, Mr. Connery has mentioned that there are confrontational, bloody-minded women who simply “want a smack.” Well, if we’re working on the premise that people who annoy us continually should be dealt with physically, may I suggest sir that you keep an eye on the old pound of plums. For under this new system, I will feel free to kick yours back up far enough that they will only compound the difficulties people have in understanding your “Irish” accent, circa The Untouchables. In deference to your Only Hit Her With An Open Hand policy, I will boot you only with the flat top of my foot, and not a pointy-toed shoe.
3. The Sharks in the Swimming Pools.
I've just wet myself trying to upload this as it is the scariest picture known to man.
I know what you are thinking…shouldn’t I be blaming my sister for this? After all, it was she who, upon noticing my enjoyment of the hotel swimming pool while we were traveling one summer, said “Hey what’s that shadow down there? Do you think it’s a shark?” YOU KNOW I AM MYOPIC, KATHY! To the near-sighted, sharks are everywhere! So, yes, on the surface she looks culpable. But if you dig a little deeper, I think you will find that the very premise of a shark in a swimming pool is ridiculous. If there were a sliding scale of ridiculous, rainbow-flavored magician Doug Henning would be on silly-ridiculous end of the scale, and sharks in the swimming pool would be on the James Bond-ridiculous end of the scale. And as the best loved film version of Bond, Connery is clearly left holding the bag for that crazily intense feeling that can overwhelm a person as they swim toward the ladder which will take them out of the pool and to safety…or will it? Can you swim fast enough Cookie? Can you swim faster than a shark? DID SOMETHING JUST BRUSH YOUR FOOT? DAMN YOU CONNERY!
4. This:
Zed the Brutal displays his tenuous front-knot.
This is the one exception to my love of hairy chested men. However, it’s also the shining example of exactly how an actor of this man’s caliber should have spent his career: in thigh high boots and a man-kini of bullets. Would that we lived in such a perfect world.
*Patently not true.
Tags: Meryl Streep, my seemingly inexhaustible list of phobias ticks and quirks, Sean Connery, sharks, sharks in the swimming pool, Zardoz
I shivered all thru the making of this.
The size of the grape bunch relative to the arachnid should give you some insight into my suspicions that the average person just does not notice a spider in any given situation, though its presence is ever so clear to me.
Tags: eco-friendly, grapes, infographic, organics, phobia, scaredy cat, spiders, the ridiculous hold the mind can have over behaviour
Recently, a few friends and I got together to make sausages. Yes, real sausages, with the casings and everything. It was a great idea and we had a great result – check out these juicy babies:
Fat, tasty tubes of ground meat, stuffed in pig intestines. Oh yeeeah.
Great – all great! It was a great afternoon. Everyone showed a natural aptitude for sausage stuffing. (Well, everyone but me. You don’t have to tell me how surprised you are right now – I was equally shocked. )
What stopped it from being a stupendous afternoon? We had all the ingredients for a record breaking day of good times: ground meat, casings, machinery, booze, more booze, ribald sausage humor. How did this not end up being a day to end all days?
Pork Death Rays.
As it turns out, one among us (who will remain unnamed) had a lingering paranoia about unwashed hands and pork. I don’t want to belabour just how hung up Greg was about this, but Jesus Henry Rollins he never fucking let up. And it’s not as if we weren’t washing our hands, he just wasn’t there to witness every single scrub. Take two steps toward him and he would shriek at us, like an early pork warning system. Def-pork 4!
But I shouldn’t judge. Everyone has their thing. As some of you may know, I hate spiders like they are Hitler. In fact, I suspect that if I walked into my bathroom and found Hitler perched on my toilet, copy of Mein Kampf in hand, I would not jump, wee a bit, gag and have a full body shiver all at once. That happens most times I find the tub-spider. Hang on…did I just say “I shouldn’t judge”? Oh ha ha ha ! Rich! No, I will judge. The world we live in has become too paranoid about cleanliness. A few germs here or there never hurt anyone. Trichinosis? I laugh in the face of those little flukes that could get all up in my gut causing nausea, heartburn, dyspepsia, and diarrhea from 2–7 days after infection, followed by edema, muscle pain, fever, swelling around the eyes, and splinter hemorrhages in the nails, not to mention ataxia or respiratory failure and even death. Ha HA! Why when I was a kid, I remember we used to play a game called Lick the Chop. It was much like tag, except no one ran or tagged each other – we just stood at the counter and licked whatever was waiting to be cooked for dinner.
Good times.
We need to consider whether or not we are coddling our digestive tracts these days. Maybe a good spell of salmonella or a hardy parasitic infection is just nature’s way of culling the herd.
Anyway, I tell you all this simply so I could have a venue to post the below doodle. I made it special for Greg Poirier. Feel free to print it off and hang it over your sink.
Tags: greg, Lick the Chop, meat, pork death rays, salmonella, sausage, trichinosis
