Rantings Diversified

Pork Loin Barbeque:
Buy a whole pork loin
Have the butcher cut it into 4 roasts
Put 3 of them in the freezer
Put one of them in your crock pot(slow cooker)
Add to the crock pot (not the freezer)
1 pint Yuengling Premium Beer
1 large Vidalia onion chopped
A mess of Tony Chachere’s Creole seasoning
Some Oregeno
A couple of pinches of chili powder
A bunch of minced garlic
Cook on low for 10 hours or however long it takes until the meat falls off the bones easily
Remove bones
Continue cooking for 4 to 6 more hours on low
Make barbeque sauce
While making barbeque sauce get big colander thing and dump everything in the crock pot into it.
Drain liquid
Rip, tear and generally bust up the pork meat into little bits
Put it all back in the crock pot
Add barbeque sauce
mixAlot
serve with big chunks of whole grain or rye bread
burpAlot

Yum!

Barbeque sauce:
Catsup
Onion, minced
Mustard (and not that yellow stuff)
Wishyoucouldsayit sauce
Brown sugar
Tony Chachere’s Creole seasoning
Bring to a boil in a two quart saucepan and balance everything until it tastes right

There is a boy who just wants a glass of red wine
some good conversation
a nice smile to gaze upon
a friendly face
maybe some Zydeco music

would be nice

he’s been there
He’s standing on a corner
talking to her
Bachet, Trane, hell, even Bird is gone
Paint the statue in KISS face
Uriah Heep, Black Oak Arkansas no body drives a Studabaker anymore

Open the trunk  Have a beer  let the party carry on
we sang about what’s so funny….
we didn’t really mean it
Johnny R was right
despite the hype

She was tall
actually shorter than she looked
she loved his
scared of moving too fast
scared of……SHIT!!!
they loved good together
They did the best they could while they were stuck in this place

would be nice

Ice, Ice..music sucks
Ween ….is keen
devolution
we don’t grow we get older

It’s been 2 and a half hours since I took the pills.

I’m still not sleepy.

They should have taken effect by now.

I’m sitting and daydreaming            about

a life that lives only in my mind

It’s OK!

They call me an idealist

I have an ideal world in my hand.

It’s a pretty cool place were there are

no politicians, cops or badguys

Not in that hippy, flower power kinda way

More like Wookstock meets Ozzie and Harriet
and they all get along… well

I was speaking in front of a crowd at a great large theater.

I was trying to get them to understand

I’m not one for everyday hugs.
Save them for someone you love and Puh-Leez don’t give me that I love everybody, new-age crap.
Save them for when you mean it.
Save yourself from the rubber room existance we are building for our children.

Take then hunting or fishing or backpacking   for Gods sake.

but wait!  One must ask the Kings permission.
I didn’t vote for any King!
The lands and wood that you would camp upon are owned by the state!  You have to pay money to camp there.

The waterways are controlled by the state.  You must pay money to use them.

The Stag in wood is property of the state and you have to pay money to shoot him.  no matter how hungery you are.

HA!!  Not in my little idealistic world they’re not

I shall no longer pay my tribute to the King!
Let it be know through out the land that I bow to no man!

Everyone else in my world feels the same way.

We get on quite well.

We don’t lock our doors when leaving and one can’t lose their car keys when they’re always in the ignition.

At one point I looked out upon the sea of faces and wondered if I was getting through.

The applause said I was, but was I?

I think it was the after-party where everyone kept pushing drinks and drugs at me almost as an offering to some psychicly benevolent seer.

I just see whats in front of my eyes, folks.

Now I’m yawning.  A good sign.  Stay tuned for vol.2

When he first walked across the parking lot towards the group outside smoking he was a bit pensive.  He was unsure if this was the right place to be.   Just out of the hospital he had decided that what people were telling him was correct.  He stopped at the small crowd and finished his cigarette alone then put it out and started down the steps and inside.

His first impression was that there were alot more people there than he expected.  Then he turned the corner and about dropped his jaw when he saw about five guys wearing colors!!  Bikers!?!  One percenters?  Oh, this is going to be interesting he thought to himself.  The room was set up with three rows of seats facing each other with a long table in the middle of the room.  He took his seat in a middle row and tried to be inconspicious.  More and more people filed in.  The room was starting to fill up.  About five minutes before the meeting started all the seat were taken and they were pulling folding chairs from a closet.   It had been a warm autumn but still the heat was on and it was already a little to warm in there.  Eight PM finally arrived and the meeting was started by the guy running the show.  People were still coming in.  The place was packed.

He was surprised to look around and see people of all stripes there.  The bikers mentioned before as well as more than expected young people.  Of course there were the expected 50-something guys and more women than he though would be there.  the mix of people really surprised him from bikers to men in suits and way young kids in their early 20′s.
They started the meeting by reviewing what the meeting is all about.  They have a set and standard way of doing this and they went through it with military precision.  There came a time when they asked if anyone was new to this meeting.  He quite nervously spoke up and was greeted with a warm welcome.  They gave him a round of applause.

The body of the meeting went both as he expected and not so too.  He found it very interesting listening to the speakers and trying to relate them to his own life.  As the meeting wrapped up as he thought it would he was very surprised at the number of people who came up to him to just just say hello and talk.  Even the bikers were nice and welcoming.  Even while standing outside having a smoke afterwards people came up to him and introduced themselves.

They all offered the same advice.
Keep coming back.

And my favorite…

A long long time ago in a land far far away there was a monster cat terrorizing the kind people of the village.  This monster cat would lure the kind folk into a false sense of security by acting all nice and kitty like.  What with all his purring and rubbing up against you.  He would playfully bat at cat toys and bring smiles to the faces of all who knew him.  But behind this cute facade was a feline terrorist, trained by The Real IRA, The Tamil Tigers, ETA and FARC.  The worst kind of cat.
It would usually start just around sunrise about a half hour before the kind people of the village would arise.  It starts with the monster cat running full speed ahead through the peoples houses.  From one end to another the monster cat would run.  This early morning preambulation at speed is followed by the knocking over of things.  When the moster cat rears it’s ugly head nothing is safe.  Pies left to cool overnight were found on the floor with monster cat sized bites taken out of them.  Knick knacks all over the village feared being knocked to grouind.  Drapes and blinds steeled themselves against the ensueing onslaught
The poor villagers were awakened by the din of the monster cat just before their alarm clocks sounded.  They laid in their beds rueing the minute they had to emerge and survey the damage.  Each morning they had to clean their houses and fix the damage caused by the monster cat.
The elders of the village would gather and try to figure out how to rid the village of the monster cat.  Many ideas were bantered about.  They tried many and varied ways to rid themselves of this curse.  They tried waggeling their fingers at the monster cat.  Nothing.  They tried yelling at it when it did bad things.  No good.  One of the more creative ideas was the water cannons set up all over the village.  This proved to be only a temporary solution.  Nothing worked.  None were successful.
So the villagers decided to just live with the monster cat.  As things would have it, monster cat turned out to be a really nice cat and everyone lived happily ever after

My domain name and my hosting package was due for renewal a few days ago and being a bit skint I decided to just let it die a dignified death.  I know I have not been very active in the posting deptartment but that has all changed now.
You see, I was in a bar in Mombassa the other day and who should stumble in but My Pal Ron.   It has been a few years since I saw him last.  Ron was one of the best.  Years of whiskey and being on the run clearly has taken it’s toll on him.  We spoke of old times and shared a bottle.  We joked about the running gun battles in Belfast and the riots we incited in Cyprus.  We laughed about all African nations we helped destablize.  Eventually our talk moved to the internet and I mentioned that I was letting my blog go because I couldn’t afford the domain and hosting costs.  It was at this point that the old RonI knew started to peek through.
He had an idea.
We left the bar and went to a small discreet internet cafe.  There he hacked logged into my hosting account and was able to back up all my files as well as doing a database dump.  Since my blog was hosted in Bulgaria Ron thought it best if it remained in Europeland.  Less oversight than some other places.  We considered putting it on some NATO servers in Germany and maybe a financial company in London but finally decided on a small server farm in Dublin.  In this way there is less of a chance of being found out.  We were able to rewrite the logs so as to cover our tracks.
Now came the hard part.  We had to figure out how to get my domain name away from the Bulgarians and register it under a false name in a quiet and out of the way place.  Ireland!  Nobody would ever think to look for me there.  After considering a small company in the Basque region of Spain we found the perfect patsy.  It is a small software development company co-owned by Sharon Ní Bheoláin and Willie O’Dea.  We paid for it with a credit card that Ron stole picked up from a Canadian couple he met in Oslo.
So Rantings Diversified shall continue into the future and I’ll pay more attention to posting.
You’ll see.

Yesterday evening was quite interesting around here as my new cat went behind the couch in my living room and proceded to give birth to a gaggle of kittens.  Maybe it’s a pride of kittens or a pack or a brake or a troop or a pod or a quiver.  Whatever they’re called there were five kittens this morning.
I guess I kinda’ knew it was coming when mom cat went and hid behind the couch yesterday late afternoon.  I think it was about 6pm when I first heard a little kitten cry.  I was watching the local news and thought it was on TV.  It was about 7pm when I moved the couch forward enough to see that there were two kittens along with mom cat.  Well I checked on them every 45 minutes to an hour and by the time I went to bed there were four of them suckling away on mom.
I awoke at 6am and went to check to see how everyone was doing and lo and behold there was another one.
The first three are orange and white.  The fourth one is tiger striped and number five is black with white feet and a white face.  Everybody wants the black one.
I emailed the above picture to a bunch of folks this morning and so far three of the kittens are spoken for and even if they are not adopted I can take them up to my cousins barn which is where mom cat came from.
So I have the next eight weeks to enjoy a house full of kittens.