Randomness! Because I can!
At least it's not Ragnorak. (or maybe it is!)
Got home immediately from my local watering hole and surprised myself right off of the bat by going straight to the fridge and grabbing a green bell pepper and cutting it up into strips and began eating it like I would usually eat potato chips! Still eating it, and every now and then I get one of the little seeds in my mouth, and get the sweet little burn that stings oh so sweetly! They're even better than chips, and this might even be a sign that Ragnorak is on its way.
Merra-Kiz-Mayor-Haz-Fuckt-Hiz-Self
To think this dumb-ass could have been our next president ... chills the bones, it does. How stupid was he? Thinking he could just ignore Iowa, New Hampshire, Nevada, and South Carolina -- and put all his money and effort into Florida, of all places? Not the smartest move I've ever heard of. Come on, let's face it. As far as the GOP goes, it's pretty much a socially conservative party now. No New York City mayor is ever going to win; it's just not going to happen. I'd stop to tell you why, but I need to move on in my Randomness Entry!
SOME OF THE NIFTIEST ICELANDIC SPECIALITIES, IF YOU DARE ...
*I have not had all of these, by the way.*
Hakarl
One might remember an episode of No Reservations by the ultimate chef, Anthony Bourdain; whereas he actually gagged on this piece of horridness, also know as kæstur hákarl. And it is truly dreadful. It's a shark that is the only one of its kind that exists in the Arctic Ocean. It's huge, it's slow moving, and it lives to a ripe old age. It's also toxic ... ripe full of uric acid and other nasty things ... so here's what they do in order to make it palateable. Yay!
First, catch the shark. Then, kill it. It's either a Greenland Shark, or a Basking Shark. You behead it, and gut it; being sure to leave the fins. THEN, you bury it, preferrably on a hill, in gravelly sandy soil in shallow grave. You place heavy stones on top of the grave, in order to press the nasty juices out of the carcass, and they then can run downhill. After a few months, one digs up the corpse and hangs it out to dry in a special shack after being stripped into pieces and shorn of the scraggly brown film that's developed on its surface. Described as tasting of ammonia and sponges, it is usually (actually always) by something I have actually had, called ...
...
...
which in itself is pretty hard-core. Made from potato-pulp and unofficially the "official" drink of Iceland, it was the first alcoholic drink to be produced after the Icelandic Prohibition ended in 1935. Officials in charge back in the way-back ordered the manufactorers to slap a black label on the bottle, for they figured that a label of that colour would keep people from drinking it. Little did they know, it actually made Brennivin much more popular, giving it its nickname, svarti dauði, which means, "Black Death."
My take on it? Not bad, really. Not good, either. Better than Fernet!
Got home immediately from my local watering hole and surprised myself right off of the bat by going straight to the fridge and grabbing a green bell pepper and cutting it up into strips and began eating it like I would usually eat potato chips! Still eating it, and every now and then I get one of the little seeds in my mouth, and get the sweet little burn that stings oh so sweetly! They're even better than chips, and this might even be a sign that Ragnorak is on its way.
Merra-Kiz-Mayor-Haz-Fuckt-Hiz-Self
Click to viewTo think this dumb-ass could have been our next president ... chills the bones, it does. How stupid was he? Thinking he could just ignore Iowa, New Hampshire, Nevada, and South Carolina -- and put all his money and effort into Florida, of all places? Not the smartest move I've ever heard of. Come on, let's face it. As far as the GOP goes, it's pretty much a socially conservative party now. No New York City mayor is ever going to win; it's just not going to happen. I'd stop to tell you why, but I need to move on in my Randomness Entry!
SOME OF THE NIFTIEST ICELANDIC SPECIALITIES, IF YOU DARE ...
*I have not had all of these, by the way.*
Hakarl
One might remember an episode of No Reservations by the ultimate chef, Anthony Bourdain; whereas he actually gagged on this piece of horridness, also know as kæstur hákarl. And it is truly dreadful. It's a shark that is the only one of its kind that exists in the Arctic Ocean. It's huge, it's slow moving, and it lives to a ripe old age. It's also toxic ... ripe full of uric acid and other nasty things ... so here's what they do in order to make it palateable. Yay!
First, catch the shark. Then, kill it. It's either a Greenland Shark, or a Basking Shark. You behead it, and gut it; being sure to leave the fins. THEN, you bury it, preferrably on a hill, in gravelly sandy soil in shallow grave. You place heavy stones on top of the grave, in order to press the nasty juices out of the carcass, and they then can run downhill. After a few months, one digs up the corpse and hangs it out to dry in a special shack after being stripped into pieces and shorn of the scraggly brown film that's developed on its surface. Described as tasting of ammonia and sponges, it is usually (actually always) by something I have actually had, called ...
...
...
which in itself is pretty hard-core. Made from potato-pulp and unofficially the "official" drink of Iceland, it was the first alcoholic drink to be produced after the Icelandic Prohibition ended in 1935. Officials in charge back in the way-back ordered the manufactorers to slap a black label on the bottle, for they figured that a label of that colour would keep people from drinking it. Little did they know, it actually made Brennivin much more popular, giving it its nickname, svarti dauði, which means, "Black Death."
My take on it? Not bad, really. Not good, either. Better than Fernet!