Quote of the Day - February 22nd, 2010

Reason's Tim Cavanaugh, on the fact that the quality of the 1974 film Killdozer is guaranteed in its title:

You see Killdozer, you can rest easy, because you're gonna see a bulldozer that kills. Nobody ever watched Killdozer and then said, "The trailer made it look like there'd be more sex," or "I expected the puppetry to be better."

Tips from sci-fi movies on how to survive winter

John Scalzi provides a handy list.

 

Tip # 4: "The guy who accuses you of being the thing?

He's totally the thing."

Jim Treacher, Giant Steel Car, Etc.

Almost a week later, this here is pretty much the best account of what happened, including Media Matters' dumbshit "response." I wish Jim/Sean a quick recovery, and as a commenter on the Daily Caller site said, I'm glad he doesn't write with his knee.

(That makes sense if you read the article and stuff.)

Iron Chef tonight

The most recent episode of Iron Chef is on right now. Flay vs. Michael Smith, a Canadian, in Battle Avocado. Watching them dash around, slicing cool, creamy green avocados and red onions and tomatoes in glorious high definition is instilling a nearly overwhelming desire to go make giant bowl of guacamole, but I think I can hold out until tomorrow-- our Super Bowl Barely-Paying-Attention-To Party menu includes eight avocados' worth.

On tonight's new episode, Chef Duff from Ace of Fondant Cakes is taking on Iron Chef Michael Symon. I'll be watching. I'm kind of surprised at how curious I am as to how a cake chef will fare (food pun, there) in a non-cake challenge.

I mean, I'm assuming the challenge won't be cake. Jesus.

Tune in, 10pm Eastern!

Update: Post-show, I have to say I'm ashamed to have even momentarily considered the possibility that Duff Goldman can only decorate cakes. Homeboy can cook a dinner, no joke.

Super Bowl!

No, not that Super Bowl!

The Marvel vs. DC Super Bowl! A Super Bowl that an utter football ignoramus like me can get behind.

Even though the author uses popular characters (and some lesser-known dudes, like the infuriating, punch-absorbing Sebastian Shaw, an inspired choice for any situation in which getting stronger by being brutally pummeled is a valuable asset) with whom I am embarrassingly familiar in order to hypothesize about the lineups and field strategies of two opposing teams, I still have no idea what the hell 99% of it means.

Nevertheless, I would wholeheartedly watch the sweet bejesus out of such a nerdly, fantastic Super Bowl. The central appeal Sunday's actual game holds for me is the opportunity to make and eat an obnoxious number of wings.

Sidenote: I'm loathe to admit it, but in the scenario outlined in the link, DC would win. Most of their characters are effectively gods, with ludicrously limitless power. Which makes them unrelatable. Which is why Marvel is and always has been better.

In Praise of Pepperhouse Gourmaise

I'm a little late to the Pepperhouse Gourmaise party, but at least I made it.

Boar's Head has a winner on its hands, here. It's a zesty, cracked-pepper-y, mayostard-y spread that will turn any sandwich from a "blandwich" into a [find word that rhymes with "bland" but means the exact goddamn opposite]-wich! Buy some immediately.