Oh, Google, you've taken over yet another aspect of my online life. For the uninitiated, Google now runs Blogger.com, which is the host domain for this blog.
With that said, I have some fun things in store here. I've been neglecting this blog for far too long, and I hope to make up for lost time. As they say, "stay tuned"!
Friday, June 01, 2012
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Breitenstein Family Photo Album
For anyone who is interested, I've started posting my Breitenstein family photos on my Flickr Page. Click here to view what I've got added so far.
Monday, July 07, 2008
Family Photo Album
Got my hands on a bevy of family photos yesterday, with the hopes I can put together a photo CD to distribute to family members. The photos are of my ancestors from my maternal grandmothers side of the family: Breitensteins, Johnsons, and others...
Friday, June 06, 2008
Alien Peeping Tom?
Denver resident Jeff Peckman gained national notoriety recently when he asked the Denver city council to put forward a public ballot on aliens to the city's voters. The citizens could then decide whether or not a commission should be created to deal with the possibility of an alien invasion. Ridiculed for his initiative, he then promised to show the nation a video tape which would prove that aliens are indeed visiting earth.
Peckman stated that "It's the best evidence I’ve seen."
Here's the video... (I think)...
Peckman stated that "It's the best evidence I’ve seen."
Here's the video... (I think)...
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Radioguy's Sweet & Smokey Ricochet BBQ Sauce
Here's another BBQ sauce for you to enjoy:
Radioguy's Sweet & Smokey Ricochet BBQ Sauce
INGREDIENTS
2 cups ketchup
1 tbls. Worcestershire sauce
1 cup molasses
1/4 cup + 2 tbls. brown sugar
1 tbls. garlic powder
1 tsp. ground black pepper
1 tsp. cayenne pepper
2 tbls. lemon juice
2 tbls. liquid smoke
1/2 tsp. celery seed
1/2 tsp. Old Bay seasoning
1 tbls. steak sauce (optional)
1/4 tsp. dry mustard
DIRECTIONS
Combine all ingredients in a sauce pot. Place sauce pot on stove at medium heat. Bring mixture to a boil. Reduce heat to low and simmer for about 1 hour, or to desired thickness.
Radioguy's Sweet & Smokey Ricochet BBQ Sauce
INGREDIENTS
2 cups ketchup
1 tbls. Worcestershire sauce
1 cup molasses
1/4 cup + 2 tbls. brown sugar
1 tbls. garlic powder
1 tsp. ground black pepper
1 tsp. cayenne pepper
2 tbls. lemon juice
2 tbls. liquid smoke
1/2 tsp. celery seed
1/2 tsp. Old Bay seasoning
1 tbls. steak sauce (optional)
1/4 tsp. dry mustard
DIRECTIONS
Combine all ingredients in a sauce pot. Place sauce pot on stove at medium heat. Bring mixture to a boil. Reduce heat to low and simmer for about 1 hour, or to desired thickness.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
A New BBQ Sauce
Just in time for grilling season, here's a new BBQ sauce from Yours-Truly:
Radioguy’s Smokey Raspberry BBQ Sauce
½ cup raspberry jam
½ sugar
½ cup honey
½ cup Worcestershire sauce
1 cup ketchup
1/4 cup red wine vinegar
20 drops hot pepper sauce
¼ tsp. salt
¼ tsp. black pepper
¼ tsp liquid smoke
1 tbs. vegetable oil
In a saucepan, combine jam, sugar, honey, Worcester sauce, ketchup, vinegar, hot pepper sauce, salt, pepper and vegetable oil. Bring to a boil, reduce heat to low and simmer until thickened.
Friday, March 07, 2008
Worst Album Covers Ever - Round Five
Once again, it's time to look at some of the worst album covers ever. These stinkbombs have been sitting on music store shelves, just waiting for folks like you and I to pick them up, shout "what the hell!" and drop them like a snarling, incontinent Pomeranian. Let's begin...
More bad album covers coming later, so stay tuned!
For your consideration - Album Cover #1. An old man, a small boy in short shorts, and a donkey. I smell "sex offender" here.
Album Cover #2. Alla Pugatjova was so pleased with how well Viagra has improved her marriage, she's devoted an entire album to the "little blue pill".
Album Cover #3 - Larz Kristerz's Stuff Party 1. Nothing says "throw this record on the turntable for a rockin' good time at your next social gathering" than five guys in disco attire and Elvis hair, right? Right?
Album Cover #4. Yup, those disco/Elvis knuckleheads made another one. This time, they're apparently hard-up for cash, and are asking you to "stuff" some green in their hands, so they can party.
Album Cover #5. Our final submission for this post smacks of Neil Diamond meets Zorro the Gay Blade. I did a Wiki search for this one, and was surprised to learn the following about Orion:
Orion (February 26, 1945 – December 12, 1998) was the stage name of rockabilly singer Jimmy Ellis. Following the death of Elvis Presley in August 1977, Ellis dressed and sang in the manner of Presley and wore a mask during public appearances, fueling speculation that Presley had faked his death and returned to singing. Ellis' singing and natural speaking voice very closely resembled Presley's. Ellis had recorded rock and country singles under his real name for a number of independent labels since the early 1960s before adopting the Orion persona for Sun Records — Presley's first recording label — in 1980.
So wrong, so wrong, so wrong...
Orion (February 26, 1945 – December 12, 1998) was the stage name of rockabilly singer Jimmy Ellis. Following the death of Elvis Presley in August 1977, Ellis dressed and sang in the manner of Presley and wore a mask during public appearances, fueling speculation that Presley had faked his death and returned to singing. Ellis' singing and natural speaking voice very closely resembled Presley's. Ellis had recorded rock and country singles under his real name for a number of independent labels since the early 1960s before adopting the Orion persona for Sun Records — Presley's first recording label — in 1980.
So wrong, so wrong, so wrong...
More bad album covers coming later, so stay tuned!
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Uber Meat
Last night, my wife treated me to a treat I can only describe as Uber Meat. Ah, Uber Meat, the flavorful, just tender enough, meat-eating experience that can only be obtained by consuming a thick, medium-rare cut of cow. No chicken breast, nor pork chop, nor cut of seafood, no matter how seasoned and prepared, can compare to a heapin' hunk of beef that cries "moo" when you dive in with knife and fork.
My journey toward Uber Meat enlightenment has spanned my near 40 years of existence on this plane. Decades of medium to well-done steaks, under the precautionary banners of "fear of food contamination", "fear of food poisoning", and "just cook it through to make sure it won't kill you afterward" dotted my quest for moo-meat Nirvana. Growing up, I was blessed with parents who loved to cook a delightful array of dishes, but when it came to beef, what I come to consider Uber Meat was not on the menu.
A journey to Canada a couple of years ago, and my first plate of true prime rib, changed my perception of moo-meat forever. That simple dish introduced me to a bevy of flavors and textures that danced on my tongue like a caffeine-addicted Beatnik poet out of control until his brain explodes. With the first bite, my perception of what makes a good hunk of meat changed forever. Yes, it was that good. I had, finally, obtained the paragon of meat-loving goodness that is Uber Meat.
Fast-forward to present-day. When BBQ'ing or otherwise preparing a thick cut of cow, I insist on having mine medium-rare (some restaurants I have frequented cook their beef a touch more than tradition dictates, so I tell them, "make mine rare, you scorchers of cow!")... This week, my wife (who loves Uber Meat as much as I) cooked up some thick steaks just the way they should be done - broiled in the oven until medium-rare, and served with a simple side dish, in this case a rice pilaf. Such a prepared steak does not need sauces or spices. The flavor of the meat speaks for itself, almost to the point that a side dish would distract from how damn good the meat is. When prepared correctly, serving anything with Uber Meat merely provides a means to have an item in your meal that's from another food group. Nutritionists insist on veggies and such with your dinner. I say, "hell no!" For an orgasmic experience for the taste buds, all that's necessary is the Uber Meat.
My journey toward Uber Meat enlightenment has spanned my near 40 years of existence on this plane. Decades of medium to well-done steaks, under the precautionary banners of "fear of food contamination", "fear of food poisoning", and "just cook it through to make sure it won't kill you afterward" dotted my quest for moo-meat Nirvana. Growing up, I was blessed with parents who loved to cook a delightful array of dishes, but when it came to beef, what I come to consider Uber Meat was not on the menu.
A journey to Canada a couple of years ago, and my first plate of true prime rib, changed my perception of moo-meat forever. That simple dish introduced me to a bevy of flavors and textures that danced on my tongue like a caffeine-addicted Beatnik poet out of control until his brain explodes. With the first bite, my perception of what makes a good hunk of meat changed forever. Yes, it was that good. I had, finally, obtained the paragon of meat-loving goodness that is Uber Meat.
Fast-forward to present-day. When BBQ'ing or otherwise preparing a thick cut of cow, I insist on having mine medium-rare (some restaurants I have frequented cook their beef a touch more than tradition dictates, so I tell them, "make mine rare, you scorchers of cow!")... This week, my wife (who loves Uber Meat as much as I) cooked up some thick steaks just the way they should be done - broiled in the oven until medium-rare, and served with a simple side dish, in this case a rice pilaf. Such a prepared steak does not need sauces or spices. The flavor of the meat speaks for itself, almost to the point that a side dish would distract from how damn good the meat is. When prepared correctly, serving anything with Uber Meat merely provides a means to have an item in your meal that's from another food group. Nutritionists insist on veggies and such with your dinner. I say, "hell no!" For an orgasmic experience for the taste buds, all that's necessary is the Uber Meat.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Worst Album Covers Ever - Round Four
It's time once again to review some of the worst album covers of all time!
Yes Geraldine, trees talk too... when they are cut down, shaped, polished, painted and dressed like a miniature Evel Knievel from Hell, then forced to perform on an album with you, honey.
Yes Geraldine, trees talk too... when they are cut down, shaped, polished, painted and dressed like a miniature Evel Knievel from Hell, then forced to perform on an album with you, honey.
Frank, Joe, Carl, and Binky - the four Middle School Principals of the Apocalypse - sing your gospel favorites...
...or a comb? Or sleeves?
Liberace's dumpy cousin performs some of Scotland's unsung pop favorites, like "Haggis, Haggis, Who's Got the Haggis?", "My Favorite Color Is Plaid", and "Drunker Than the Irish".
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
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