I left out a shout out in my last post (a completely lame, unironic-sounding straight-faced white-guy appropriation of hip-hop lingo). I actually intended to include it, but forgot about it once I started typing.
Belated kudos to Michael Malice for Overheard in New York, a web site he started with a friend a few weeks ago. Check it out and you too can eavesdrop on the cream of New York conversation without having ever visited there. Or am I the only person who’s lived on the East Coast for one-sixth of his life without ever making it up to NYC? A sample:
Check Your Attitude While You’re At It
Bag check guy: I want your bag.
Comic book chick: Pardon?
Bag check guy: You know the rules. Give me your bag.
Comic book chick: Sorry, I didn’t know I had to check this.
Bag check guy: What did you think, that I’m just some crazy black man sitting up here harassing people?
Comic book chick: Could be.
Bag check guy: That’s true.–Forbidden Planet, 13th Street
If only there were a DC counterpart to which I could submit entries, I might actually start paying attention to other people
In other news, a couple of days ago I discovered a jar of malted milk at my local grocery store. Ever since the days when I worked at the Hollywood Burger Bar, making malts for myself with enough malted milk stirred in that it tasted like liquid Whoppers (the candy, not the burgers), I’ve wanted to buy malted milk for home use. It just never occurred to me to look for it. So when I saw it sitting on the shelf, I had to buy it. I also picked up some Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup for the first time ever (believe it or not it’s true, despite my photo) and some non-malted-milk. Very, very tasty.
I used so much malt and syrup in proportion to the milk that it actually reminded me of the last time Michael Malice visited DC, to attend Cato‘s first and only annual LibertyFest. The refreshments included a DIY sno-cone maker, and we pretty much filled our paper cones with icy blue corn-syrup soup. Extremism in the pursuit of artificial flavorings is no vice.
Anyway, now I just need to invest in some ice cream. And a blender. Anyone dare me to toss a can of Scotch Broth soup in there too?
