Since my last post on the odd Google searches that have led people here, I’ve turned up several more.
First of all, Alannah Myles is still running strong. On Friday alone, I got hits from Bosnia and Herzegovina, and also Bad Vilbel, Germany. Today, La Cannet, France was added to the mix. Miss Myles, if you’re still out there… your fans are interested! Time for a world tour!
I got my first hit from Qatar yesterday, (a guy that I now call my “Qatar Hero”), searching on “pictures of hot South Indian bras.”
Oh my. Now I have to wonder if there is a difference in bras between North and South India. Seems like this is becoming a niche of niche porn. What’s next, “hot Southeastern Indian aunties bras”?
By the way, the original bra picture appeared in this (very short) post from March 2009.
Then someone came from India, searching on “Bengals Stadium.” I’m wondering if they were looking for an arena that featured real tigers… maybe Siegfried and Roy Stadium or something. The only tigers they’re going to find in Bengals Stadium (actually Paul Brown Stadium) are little pussycats.
Fear the Turtle*
Sitcom Kelly sent me the most delicious email this week and I feel duty-bound to post it. Normally when I see “recipe” posts in blogs, I kind of bloop right over them. But not this one. Even if you’re a vegetarian like Sitcom Kelly, you won’t be able to take your eyes off of this, even if only to satisfy your morbid curiosity.
Presenting: the Bacon Cheese Turtle Burger!
“Handmade ground beef patties, topped with sharp cheddar cheese, wrapped in a bacon weave. Then add hotdogs as the heads, legs and tail.
Place on an oven rack, covered loosely with foil and baked for 20-30 minutes at 400 degrees. A little crispy, not too crunchy...just how a turtle should be, no? “
O.M.G. I must have one. Preferably more than one.
I love how they took the time to split the “leg” hot dogs to give the appearance of toes, upon completion. And how they whittle the “tail” down into a point. I wouldn’t even use a bun.
* BTW, “Fear the Turtle” is the battle cry out here to refer to the Maryland Terrapins. But if I were tailgating as a visitor at a Maryland game, these would definitely be on the menu. The only thing to fear with these is a heart attack.
While the directions say to cook them in the oven but I bet you could do them on the grill just fine. For specifics, I may have to consult with noted Grillmaster, Still a Dog.
Who Let the Dog Out?
Speaking of Still a Dog, on Thursday I got to meet another frequent commenter and esteemed blogster in his own right.
You may recall that back in August, I posted about seeing an O’s game with Sitcom Kelly, and mentioned that the next game would be 9/2 against the Red Sox. Since I had some extra tickets and my usual cast of characters were unavailable to come out and play, I asked the Dog if he could come out.
The Dog, who works just north of the city, was able to get his wife to sign his permission slip, so he took the light rail down to meet Kelly and I for the Orioles game.
Usually when the Red Sox are in town, their fans pretty much over-run the place, but for this series, they hardly drew at all. I mean, there was still a considerable amount in attendance, but the Yard was still only half full at 26,954. The preceding two games only drew about 18 thousand. I attribute the fall-off to the Sox not being in contention this year. But I’m not complaining. We had plenty of elbowroom out in left field. The O’s went down 6-4 but a good time was had by all. And Sitcom Kelly finally had someone with whom to drink the “good beer”, rather than my Miller Lite-loving self.
The Dude and the Dog.
And now, for your consideration, a week ending cartoon, courtesy of First Door on the Left:
Happy Labor Day to all and a great big Happy Birthday to my baby Bluz Sister Annie who turns forty-(cough-hack-spit) today. Now be glad that I’m not posting that picture of you I just unearthed, with the 80s hair and the high-waisted jeans, posing it up with that can of IC Light.