Dozer, more like BLOWzer, because you blow, because you're dumb.
Hi, my name's Dozer. I'm a Catahoula / Bulldog hybrid. I love to sleep more than anything while I'm still growing, but I've recently been introduced to a tennis ball which I prefer to hunt pretending it's alive--must be the Catahoula in me! I'm a real lovable boy with plenty of wrinkles and excess skin to roll around in. You can find me snoring in my crate or hiccuping while gnawing on a bully stick!
Lily, you are cool. You can stay. Look you guys. A non-crappy puppy. It can be done.
Lily is a sweet and playful beagle puppy. She was born on Valentine's Day, which is very fitting considering how loving she is. She is the happiest little girl and her tail never stops wagging. Lily loves to snuggle and, being a true beagle, loves to eat!
If there aren’t other celebrities and he is alone, why did he go in the first place?
I’m not saying that Bradley Cooper can’t just go to a party alone if he wants to, but it seems like a famous person has an entourage specifically to avoid some of the social pitfalls that come from being alone at a party?
Wait a second: IS HE GOING TO FUCK THAT LADY?
It really seems like he’s about to fuck that lady, doesn’t it?
So is the idea here that Haagen Dazs is the ice cream you should eat if you want to fuck?
‘Bill Dance Outdoors’ brings together some of my favorite things: fishing bloopers, guys using almost-curse words and dogs magically appearing from off-screen like rocket ships. Bill Dance bloopers are the greatest. Fishing should be this easy for everybody.
After pleading guilty to tax evasion, Lauryn Hill was sentenced to three months in prison and an additional three months of "home confinement" today. As you might recall, the singer said she deliberately didn't report more than $1.5 million in income, because she was "opposed to the system."
Behr was found in a drainage ditch at the local church. His mommy and litter mates were nowhere to be found. He was definitely a gift from God and has saved my life. He's the sweetest dog and very smart. Learned how to sit, come and already house trained at just 10 weeks old. And he is just the cutest thing ever!
You will watch this animated short featuring a floppy blob of a dog making an omelette for its exhausted, depressed owner, and you will enjoy it. Thank you, Madeline Sharafian (a BFA2 character animator at CalArts) for these two-and-a-half minutes of heartswelling cuteness.
There were days when people were wary of rhubarb and hardly ventured beyond the classic rhubarb-strawberry pie. Well those days are over, at least for SE-ers, who know how to dress up this tart fruit in everything from crumbles to short cake. Click through the slideshow above to see all your best rhubarb creations.
Next week, we're celebrating one of the best places in the world for dessert: Italy. Do you make awesome gelato, panna cotta, biscotti, crostate, or maybe a sweet Sicilian cassata? Shoot us a photo of your best Italian sweet (along with a link to the recipe!) and we'll include it in next week's roundup. Be sure to send it in no later than Tuesday, May 7th so we can include it in the Share Your Sweets on Thursday May 9th.
If you're new to Share Your Sweets, take a peep at the rules here. A few notes: we can only take one submission per person, so pick your favorite (or the most recent shot) and send it in. Also, Share Your Sweets is just for the folks at home; no pros or companies! If you want to really impress us, crop your photo so it's 610 pixels wide and 458 pixels tall.
Admit it, you've always wanted your own secret bookshelf door to conceal a secret lair (or at least your closet). Now, one brave YouTube user has proven that it's possible for the non-super villains among us.
For the past month, I've been jealously watching the specialty citrus fruits on the savory side of the kitchen give way to pea shoots, favas, fiddleheads and ramps. It takes a little while longer for spring to come to the pastry kitchen, and those of us who live on the sweeter side tend to be sick to death of citrus, nuts, and hardy wintered apples and pears by the time the snow is melted. In some kitchens, we are allowed to turn to tropical imports like pineapple, mango, and kiwi to keep our spirits up, but it all depends on the cuisine.
For me, spring doesn't truly feel like it's arrived in the pastry kitchen until rhubarb makes an appearance. It's prohibitively expensive on the East Coast for the first month or so of its availability, with the biggest, pinkest specimens coming from the Pacific Northwest. Seeing gorgeous pink desserts showing up on the menus of West Coast restaurants from afar is absolute torture. And when you do get your grubby little pastry mitts on a case, there is always the question of what flavors you want to play with.
Strawberries don't come into season until late spring, and the combination is so played out that I've never actually put strawberry and rhubarb together in a restaurant dessert. I'm a big fan of what I consider to be a kind of farm flavor profile, combining tart rhubarb with sour buttermilk and sweet floral honey. Simple vanilla beans also complement rhubarb perfectly, especially in jam. And any lingering citrus makes a refreshing match for earthy rhubarb.
Lemon, orange, and even kumquat all bring a perky brightness to the pink stalk, but lime also brings a lovely color contrast. What says spring more than pink and green?
I also believe that a spring dessert, especially one with rhubarb, should be light. People have been eating heavy things all winter long, so I steer clear of cheesecakes and thick custards. What could be lighter than meringue?
Pavlovas are a traditional Australian/New Zealand dessert. A shell of crisp, airy meringue encases a pillowy marshmallow center. They are classically served with sour passion fruit or kiwi to offset the sweetness of meringue. Here, pretty pink rhubarb with tart, buttery lime curd makes an excellent substitution and a colorful spring dessert. Making individual servings is a cute way to present just about anything, and pavlovas are no exception.
About the Author: Anna Markow is a pastry chef obsessed with doing things that no one else does and giving unusual ingredients their time to shine. You can follow her sometimes-pastry-related thoughts on Twitter @VerySmallAnna.
Every single thing I've made from Simply Recipes is astonishing and I can't wait to make this.
Chicken, corn tortillas, avocados, lime. These are ingredients that simply love each other. Pretty much anything you make with them is bound to be good. The following soup is a relatively easy version of “Sopa de Lima” or “Lime Soup”, a specialty of the Yucatan peninsula in Mexico. It’s a chicken soup flavored with fiery habanero, cinnamon, clove, and tangy limes. The limes that are used in the Yucatan are a slightly different variety than what is easily available here, but standard Persian limes will work fine. The soup is tangy from limes, smoothed with the buttery richness of avocados, and enjoys a little crunch from fried tortilla strips added for garnish. It’s reminiscent of both pozole and tortilla soup, but with somewhat different spices and a strong hit of lime. ¡Happy Cinco de Mayo!
I'll get this out of the way in the very first sentence: I still have more Mexican restaurants in Chicago to try. So many more. In fact, there are so many more that I sometimes get overwhelmed with all the choices. But after five years in Chicago, I've tried more than my fair share of Mexican restaurants (probably in the hundreds right now). So with Cinco de Mayo coming up on Sunday, I decided to pick out the essential Mexican dishes in Chicago.
You probably know that I have a thing for tacos, but that's just the beginning. I crave chilaquiles, tortas, tamales, huaraches, birria, and, above all else, mole (preferably mole negro, but I love them all). Fortunately, you can find all of those dishes in the city.
Check out my 10 essential Mexican dishes in Chicago by clicking on the slideshow. Of course, I couldn't quite help myself, and included links to a bunch of other amazing options. But if you think I missed some crucially important pick, definitely let me know in the comments. After all, I have so much more to eat.
Before the days of Parks and Recreation, most of us had little-to-no idea who Retta was (how deprived we all were!) Even when she signed on to do the show, there was little promise of her breaking out and becoming recognizable. She was only a background actor until one day Amy Poehler decided to engage her in a little improv and Retta ended up hitting the scene out of the fucking park.
Last week we debuted the first installment of our weekly and possibly infinite series This Week In Horrible-Looking People, dedicated to the best and worst of pro wrestling 8×10 promotional photos. It featured (among other things) Linda McMahon looking like a U.S. President, the happiest photo Kevin Nash has ever taken and a Triple H/Chyna promo shot that is clearly just two cardboard cutouts propped up side by side.
This week is loosely dedicated to remembering the good old days, back when Kurt Angle was a regular looking dude, Mickie James was a psychotic lesbian stalker and Dolph Ziggler entered the ring via trampoline. I think he was the trampoline one. Anyway, I’ve gathered 51 more random, amazing WWE promo photos from the 1990s, 2000s and today, and I hope you enjoy them.
Except the Michael Hayes one. Nobody could enjoy that.
There should be a midget dressed like Earthquake standing beside Jimmy Hart, wearing a jacket with Jimmy Hart on it.
Poor Debra. Nobody could make a bra to support the weight of her massive boobs, and she had to walk around holding them up like that.
Reminder: there was a year or two between “condescending surfer” and “Rated R Superstar” when Edge did ALL OF THE DRUGS. ALL OF THEM. If you moved the tattoo on his arm to his belly-button, he’d be Batista.
This is the only acceptable response to Eugene:
If you don’t remember, Hornswoggle was once an incredible character. He was a monstrous leprechaun who emerged from beneath the ring solely to be used as a foreign object by his master/father/whatever. Now he just stands next to other freakshow character and claps and dances for the enjoyment of children. It’s pretty bad when you get demoted from “object.”
Flash Funk, the lovechild of Koko B. Ware and The Undertaker. Also, Jeff Jarrett’s hat.
IRS is one of the best and most illogical characters ever. There is a 100% chance that he’s thinking, “I bet that photographer is a TAX CHEAT.”
“All right, Ivory, in this photo we’re gonna focus on how far your nipples have migrated from their natural position. We may have to do it in panorama.”
“hi, I’m Johnny Parisi. You may remember me from STEROIDS.”
This picture is great if you imagine Coachman is ripping a megaton fart, and we’re seeing the heat from it. Or he’s propelled by a jet engine from his ass. Either way, congratulations on having promo photos like this forever, ESPN employee!
Cigarettes are always a great wrestling prop. See also: R-Truth’s heel turn and that weird run where The Giant would smoke while beating up jobbers. Also a great wrestling prop: Raven dressed like an idiot.
I miss this guy so much. There is nothing I want more in wrestling than for this Kurt Angle to come back. NOTHING.
Maybe one thing.
Wrestling pro-tip: If you see a guy with an Asian-sounding name and he’s wearing a mask, he’s not from Asia. Sorry, wrestling fans, but to Vince McMahon, “the Orient” or “the land of the rising sun” mean “New Jersey” and “Puerto Rico” respectively.
I think I just blew my L.O.D.
Best part of this photo: Animal is wearing an In Memory armband for HIMSELF, because he knows his career’s about to die.
“We’ve got a cowboy character, and he looks kinda feminine and non-threatening. What should we do?” “Give him a jacket that makes him look like the ceiling of a hotel lobby.”
This picture should be handed out to children on their first day of school, labeled “TRY VERY HARD TO BE THIS.”
Woo woo woo, you … know even less than the last time I made this joke.
WHO DO YOU WANT TO HUG, ADORABLE U.S.A. MARK HENRY? IS IT ME, BECAUSE I HOPE IT IS
I love that the difference between heel Mark Henry and face Mark Henry is “colors.” Remember when he was MVP’s smilin’ best friend, and he wore that red singlet that made him look like the Kool-Aid Man? QUICK, SOMEBODY DRAIN HIM OF ALL COLOR
mission accomplished
I can’t decide if he’s trying to eat her, or if he’s a vampire and we’ve just surprised him by turning on the lights.
Their mission: Golden Corral.
Here’s my latest piece, entitled, “Grandpa Discovers Gadzooks.”
Haha, what the hell is she doing here? Assembling monkey bars?
Quick, name somebody with a career worse than Mordecai’s!
Remember when WWE was running Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice angles with Jamie Noble, Nidia, Torrie Wilson and Billy Gunn? When you think about it, the PG era isn’t that bad.
Artists rendering: The Prime Time Players as one guy.
Here’s Owen Hart, being amazing and looking like the bird from Up at the same time. Reminder for any WWE wrestlers in developmental worried about looking stupid: remember, WWE once had OWEN HART and wanted him to look like this.
When the hell was Papa Shango signing autographs for people?
Baby Randy Orton will still go to the papers (if he has to).
I had a great joke lined up for this photo, but I slipped up and dropped it.
Renee Dupree, looking like every male and female character from 1990s teen movies and TV shows at once. Zack Morris, Jason Biggs … uh, Marla Sokoloff (I don’t know how else to explain his massive breasts) …
More wrestlers that look like Repo Man, fewer that look like Renee Dupree, please.
Actually, this is a nice compromise.
nope, too far
He isn’t just good at the ring, he has MASTERED it! Spoiler alert: this guy’s career never takes off.
THIS guy on the other hand … MONEY. Second spoiler alert: his shirt slogan spells out “shit.” Third spoiler: “shit” is supposed to be a joke, I think
Scotty 2 Hotty in his late career gimmick of “rocket pop.”
Shawn Stasiak is here and he is BLOOD RED and SO MAD AT YOU and he’s either pooping or going Super Saiyan, one or the other
My favorite thing about Skinner was his finish, where stabbed you to death with a knife and removed your skin.
Here’s a fun game: find the World Heavyweight Champion in this photo! Second fun game: introducing yourself by screaming your first name.
Hi, my name is Zelda and I'm the luckiest puppy in the world. My mom rescued me from the shelter. She picked me because I look just like my big brother, Arrow. Arrow and I love to wrestle when I'm awake. Mom says I'm a Jack Pit as in she hit the "jack pit" when she found me. I'm kind of a lazy puppy. Mom says that's my "Pitty" part, but when I'm crazy at night she says that's my "Jack" coming out. I love to help my mom teach people how to train their dogs. She says I'm a great "demo" dog because I'm so smart. She also says I'm going to be her agility dog. I like that idea since I love the A-frame.
In Hear This, A.V. Club writers sing the praises of songs they know well—some inspired by a weekly theme and some not, but always songs worth hearing. This week, we asked, “What’s your favorite song that originated on the Internet?”
I can’t say that I’m crazy about many Internet-specific songs, but the person who decided to mix a song from the kid show LazyTown with the filthiest parts of Lil Jon’s “Step Yo Game Up” deserves some high praise. (Though I don’t think I’d want to meet him.) The LazyTown part is an insanely catchy number called “Cooking By The Book,” and the video features a pink-haired girl in a chef’s hat singing about making sure you follow recipes. When Lil Jon comes in to request that someone “grind on his dick make it get a little bigger,” things get thoroughly ...
Rep. Paul Ryan says he now supports the right of same-sex couples to adopt children, but he still opposes the right of same-sex couples to marry. [ more › ]
How dumb is the WHCD? This dumb. You're looking at The Politico's White House Correspondents Dinner memo, left behind at a party last night and obtained by Gawker.
For once, I kind of get it. It's incredibly violent and graphic for a show on network TV.
Salt Lake City’s Church of Latter-day Saints-owned NBC affiliate, KSL, has previously banished shows like The Playboy Club and The New Normal, only to be met with cries of hypocrisy for allowing violent, sexual assault-filled crime procedurals to continue promoting a life of chastity. But if there’s one thing the Mormon Church can definitely not be accused of, it’s making arbitrary rules based on questionable dogma, and so it has also now banned Hannibal. The station says it made its decision “due to the extensive graphic nature of this show”—a quibble with which one can’t really argue, given the series’ propensity toward frequent gore and coffee drinking—and after receiving “numerous complaints” from viewers who long ago cast their remote control into the fire, deeming it “the Devil’s wand.” (Presumably Hannibal's practice of using every part of his kills also hewed too closely ...
Turtle was found as a stray, fostered, and then brought to the humane society where I picked him up. A DNA test revealed Turtle is half chihuahua and half doberman mix. Turtle lives in Honolulu, Hawaii and has an older mixed breed brother named Dre. Turtle is not as fond of the water as Dre, but he does balance on a boogie board very well. We hope to get him surfing soon. When Turtle is not running around the house displacing objects, you can find him passed out at your feet.
You don't have to be a White Sox fan to appreciate Schaller's Pump in Bridgeport, but it sure helps. Hours before a game begins, patrons pack the Bridgeport staple, even if said game happens to be at 1 p.m. on a Wednesday afternoon. The menu is blessedly short and very old school. Sure, that means no nachos or wings, but Schaller's Pump is also literally old, having been in continuous operation since 1881. When you're open that long, and also happen to be located across the street from the 11th Ward Democratic headquarters, you pile up more stories than I have time to recap here. But perhaps you remember chef Kevin Hickey's neighborhood guide, where he reminisced about eating prime rib and kicking former White Sox owner, Bill Veeck's, wooden leg. It's that kind of place.
What Schaller's Pump does serve is beef. I missed out on the prime rib special (which I'll need to go back for) and have heard that the corned beef sandwich is good, but I felt no remorse with the prime butt ($9.95). Though located on the sandwich side of the menu, it's not so much a steak sandwich as a slab of steak on a piece of toast. Cut from the sirloin, prime butt isn't the most tender slab of beef, so you'll need to slice it against the grain with a steak knife—not very sandwich-like, if you ask me. As for the toast, by the time you're done slicing, it disintegrates under the weight of the beef. But if it's not a sandwich, why is it served with lettuce, tomato, and pickle on the side? So many questions.
It may be hard to call this thing a sandwich, but if you're in the mood for a big slab of beef for under $10, all served in one of Chicago's most distinctive restaurants with one of the friendliest waitstaffs I've ever encountered, Schaller's Pump is your place. Of course, as a White Sox fan, I have to admit that I'm biased and shouldn't be trusted.
Schaller's Pump
3714 South Halsted Street, Chicago, IL 60609 (map)
773-376-6332
My mom used to desiccate steaks and chops whenever she cooked them. It would be almost impossible to eat, and the only tender part left was the ring of fat ensconcing the cheap steaks they'd buy because that's what you could afford when you have five kids. I'd cut the fat off the steaks, dip it in A1 sauce, and then dip that in mashed potatoes, if we had them. Otherwise it was just fat + A1. I learned it from my father and we'd steal the fat from everyone else's plates as well, which disgusted everyone but made us happy. Now I know how to cook meat so it tastes good, but I still like a bite of fat sometimes.
For all our fancy food and restaurant talk, we were kids once. And we did some pretty gross stuff with our food. A casual conversation in the office suddenly had us sharing the stunts from our school lunch days, so we figured we'd share them with you as well.
Patience in Cheetos
"Oh, we would eat whole bags of Cheetos and not lick our fingers until the very, very end, when our fingers would have orange dust on them half an inch thick." —Carey Jones
Pocket Pack Stacks
"Remember Listerine pocket packs? We'd have contests to see who could dissolve more in their mouth at once. I think after 15 we started to feel faint. —Carey
"Oh yeah, and we did the same with Warheads. I think I got to 10 once." —Max Falkowitz
Fruit Roll-Up Finger
"The cool thing to do at the Moulton Elementary lunch tables was wrap your finger in Fruit Roll-Up, then suck on it like a lollypop. It could take hours until you actually saw your finger again, and it was guaranteed to be all sticky and stained a deep red shade of imitation strawberry." —Erin Zimmer
Dairy Binge
"During long car rides, my parents would get us the individual creamers from diners. We'd sit in the back of the car shaking them for a loooooong time until they turned into butter. Then we'd eat the butter." —J. Kenji López-Alt
"My parents claim I went through a phase where I'd eat those little packets of butter at restaurants* plain. I don't remember this." —Carrie Vasios
"Um, I totally did that butter pat thing. And I do remember. Ungh." —Niki Achitoff-Gray
Let it all out, Niki
"I'd see the greatest distance from which you could successfully suction a pea up off the table with your mouth (not a choking hazard at all, mom and dad!). I also used to save all the chocolate chunks in my ice cream for 'the end' by spitting them back out into the bowl like a crumbly chocolate bar. Jesus. I'm disgusting." —Niki
Where's Robyn?
"I feel like I must've been the most boring kid. I really can't think of anything to add. :C" —Robyn Lee
What food stunts did you pull in your childhood? And how about your kids now?
An intrepid tipster, as intrepid tipsters are liable to do, has sent us a pretty cool link to a cartoon created by animator Scott Benson. It’s called “But I’m a Nice Guy,” and sums up the fallacy lurking behind MRA screeds about rampant misandry and feminist conspiracies with a simple ice cream analogy that even the most deluded, self-loathing Nice Guy can (hopefully) understand.
Have you been aching for that one taste-bud tantalizing pancetta you had while visiting Italy ten years ago, but which you couldn’t get because of FDA restrictions on the import of Italian cured meats? If so, here’s some good news. Reports indicate that the ban –which had previously been eased but still severely limited imports — will be lifted starting May 28. [via L.A. Times]
It’s almost impressive how the moronic new ensemble comedy The Big Wedding manages to cram three hours’ worth of nonsensical subplots, extraneous characters, and implausible plot points into 90 minutes of streamlined idiocy. The film suffers rather than benefits from an all-star cast, which must be serviced with story arcs that run the gamut from passable to insulting. The Big Wedding’s most ridiculous plot-strand involves doctor Topher Grace holding onto his virginity as he approaches 30, out of an exceedingly fuzzy desire to lose it in a meaningful way, possibly on a beach at sunset. But when a character’s defining characteristic is his unconvincing, inexplicable virginity, he probably shouldn’t saunter through the film in what looks like a post-coital haze, as Grace’s handsome, confident, wisecracking professional does here. Still, it’s almost unfair to single him out, since nothing in The Big Wedding rings remotely ...