Batter Fried Bacon

Blogging the Apocalypse: Tuesday Week 1

noreply@blogger.com (kevthegreat) — Tue, 17 Mar 2020 14:54:00 +0000

This is the first post of likely many. The Coronavirus is spreading, and quarantine has begun. Here is my log for Monday 3/16/2020

10:00 - I've taken proper precautions by barring entry to the house. I had to destroy the couch for the boards that I used to nail the front and side door shut.

11:15 - Used the rest of the couch to start a fire in the basement to keep the house warm. The smoke is nearly unbearable. I don't know how our ancestors could stand it...

12:30 - Starting to get hungry. I just now realized I should have gone to the stores before society ended. Cat is looking awfully plump...

13:15 - Found a old burrito in the freezer. A month after the expiration date, but it tasted just fine. Cleaned up cat scratches and bandaged wounds with a ripped up t-shirt. I should have bought band-aids... Cat looks angry still.

15:00 - Boredom has set in. Being locked away in this house has driven me near madness! Found myself counting out grains of rice from the cupboard so I can properly ration them over the next month. 1,567 grains. 30 days. I am allowed 124 grains of rice a day. I will start tonight.

18:00 - Cooked 235 grains of riced for dinner. Some protein would be nice with this dinner... Where is that cat?

23:00 - Blood loss has made me sleepy. My nemesis, the cat, has taken over the entire first floor. I am confined to the bedroom, but all is good. I will rest up for battle.

Conspiracy

noreply@blogger.com (kevthegreat) — Mon, 30 Sep 2019 20:15:00 +0000

Putting this here because Facebook is trash:

Mushroom 24h Later

noreply@blogger.com (kevthegreat) — Tue, 14 Aug 2018 20:54:00 +0000

It's beenb a fukll day sincea I aghfve eatah the mushreiom. Honestlty I feekl finse. It ws delicehous ansd I gwant somee more ogf itrt, byut hte Suuun GOda saysI NO MOER! i WHJK KAHHU I ANIN EN IDIID, H.

Found a wild mushroom!

noreply@blogger.com (kevthegreat) — Mon, 13 Aug 2018 16:48:00 +0000

I found this really cool looking mushroom in my yard. I think I'm gonna try to eat it. It should be fine, right Dr.X, or whatever your name is? You're the fungi expert. I'm just going to try some. Grill it up and put it on a steak. What's the worst that can happen? It smells good...

noreply@blogger.com (kevthegreat) — Sat, 29 Jul 2017 22:54:00 +0000

Bananas are wonderful. I do like them.

How to Kettle Sour

noreply@blogger.com (Scholander) — Sat, 20 Feb 2016 00:29:00 +0000

So, ever since Kev's bachelor party in Asheville, I've been digging on sour beers. Finding them is still kind of hard, even in a place like Davis, which has some great local beer resources. And they're always stupid expensive. Turns out, brewing sour beer is just complicated microbiology with the goal of getting drunk. So, that got me back into brewing beer, after not having done it since grad school. And it's immensely satisfying to turn $20-60 worth of ingredients into the equivalent of $500 worth of a trendy, unique beer.

There's a fair bit of elitism out there on the internet in terms of the "best" ways to make sour beer. There are dozens of ways to go about it, but the traditional method is to prepare wort with a very small amount of hops, and then ferment for 6 months, if not years with a blend of microbes, commonly coming from the dregs of another bottle of unfiltered and unpasteurized sour beer.

But, fuck all that. You can make a really good sour beer in three weeks. Here's how I'm doing it:

What you need, in decreasing order of difficulty:
- a way to incubate wort at 90-120F. (I use a mini-fridge with a small space heater inside hooked up to a temperature controller)
- a way to measure pH between 3 and 5, maybe. (You can spend a chunk of money on a pH meter, or you can spend $5 on some pH paper, or just use your tastebuds. As an organic chemist who's had to maintain and calibrate plenty of pH meters over the years, fuck that. pH paper works fine.)
- 88% lactic acid
- some Dried Malt Extract
- Something you can ferment 2L of wort in. (I have some 1/2 gal mason jars with screw caps I can put an airlock on)
- about a liter of carbonated water
- uncrushed grain (this is the source of your souring bugs. Grain is crawling with lactobacillus, the same bacteria used to make yogurt, sauerkraut, kimchee, etc and it's happily and symbiotically living inside your gut right now. I believe now that sourcing lacto from grain gives you a healthy, wild population with more complexity than you're likely to get from probiotics or prepared cultures.)

Steps:
(A) Make a wild lactobacillus starter.
- Prepare 1/2 gal cheapo wort with DME, boil for a few minutes to sanitize.
- Pour into bottle/jar until 3/4ths full. Let cool to about 100F.
- Add 1/2 teaspoon of 88% lactic acid to reduce pH under 4.5. An acidic environment helps lactobacillus start off healthy, and hurts gross bugs.
- Add 1 cup uncrushed grain, then top off with carbonated water to get rid of most headspace. This gets rid of most of the oxygen, which doesn't bother lacto, but will prevent other gross bugs from taking hold easily.
- Incubate at 90-110F for about three days.
- Taste it! It probably won't kill you. I've not made a bad starter this way, but I would imagine if it tastes the usual bad way, it's going to be vomity, or fecal. My good starters taste kind of like tomato soup. You can check the pH, and it will probably be 3 or under, meaning pretty acidic.

(B) Make your wort, but don't add hops.
- Mash like you normally would.
- Bring it to a brief boil after mashing. (no hops!)
- Cool to around 110.
- Pour in your lacto starter (through a strainer to get rid of the grain).
- Add carbonated water from an unopened bottle to purge some oxygen
- Cover with plastic wrap to keep oxygen out
- Let it sit in your 90-110F incubator until pH drops to about 3.3

(C) Boil and ferment like normal
- Boil to kill the lacto off, and prevent the wort from getting too acidic
- Add your boil hops. You probably want to keep this under 10 IBU, as bitter and sour is not generally a tasty combination
- I like to ferment with a nice, clean, fast American yeast, like US-05.

Random thoughts:
- If you want interesting flavors, try adding 5-10 lbs of fresh fruit for a week or two after gravity is stable for a few days.
- You can sour pretty much any base beer, though I'm told roasty malts make a bad combination.
- Lacto doesn't floculate much at all, so this beer is probably going to be pretty cloudy. A cold crash helps a little bit. Gelatin didn't do a whole lot when I tried. Tastes fine though, so fuck it.
- This won't make a funky beer. Funk ("barnyard" or "horseblanket" flavor and taste) comes from a long, starved Brettanomyces incubation. I don't like these kinds of beers as much, though. YMMV
- Some people will say that kettle souring doesn't make for an interesting, complex beer. Meh. Have fun waiting a year for your complex beer that might or might not have barely detectable depth, and might well go rancid. I don't have room or patience for that.

noreply@blogger.com (Scholander) — Fri, 06 Nov 2015 16:17:00 +0000

So, I hear this is going to become a beer blog...

beerbatterfriedbacon?

Very Important

noreply@blogger.com (kevthegreat) — Tue, 11 Feb 2014 18:29:00 +0000

I have "Swipe" for my phone which allows me to type by just dragging my fingers over letters to spell out words. Sometimes you miss a letter and just keep going, hoping your phone will still guess correctly as to what you were trying to spell. I was trying to spell "tomorrow" and I think I missed an "o" but kept going and, instead of tomorrow, my phone suggested "toy torture". This had me curious as to why "toy torture" was in my phone's dictionary. Why is my phone suggesting I torture toys? I have no idea, but who am I to ignore the will of an inanimate object?

TAKE THAT, BIRD!

Game night!

noreply@blogger.com (Scholander) — Mon, 03 Feb 2014 18:53:00 +0000

Kev talked to me last week about starting a BFB online game night. And we'll record a stream and post it later. As it will be a game neither of us has played, hilarity shall ensue. So, I'm calling him out. Let's do this!

Snow Rumors - Debunked!

noreply@blogger.com (kevthegreat) — Thu, 30 Jan 2014 18:22:00 +0000

My backyard. Proof that everything I write isn't
complete bullshit!

Living in North Carolina, I don't get to see a lot of snow. However, yesterday I found myself snowed in, unable to traverse the roads around my home.

I also discovered that, with the lack of consistent snow in winters, people around here have some strange myths about the fluffy white stuff. Having grown up in New York, I have plenty of experience to feel qualified to debunk some of these strange beliefs, so I have consolidated some of them in this post for me to address all in one place. Here we go!

1. Snow is God's dandruff, caused by cold, dry weather.

While snow needs cold weather to form, it is not God's dandruff. A snow flake is actually water that has frozen in a crystalline form. So, no need to fret over getting snow on you! It isn't divine dead skin cells! It's just water!

2. Eating snow can cause AIDS.

This rumor is built upon the first. The reasoning goes that if God is everything, he must also be AIDS, and you can then contract AIDS by eating his dandruff, which is his dead skin. There are several things wrong with this theory. First, as pointed out in my answer to the first rumor, snow is not God's dandruff. Second, even if it were, the AIDS virus is caused by being infected with HIV, which occurs by the transfer of blood, semen, vaginal fluid or breast milk. Dandruff does not contain any of these. Go ahead and eat a snowflake! But be careful of eating snow already on the ground, especially if it looks like it has been disturbed.

3. When the snow comes, so do the snow worms. Beware the snow worm.

A snow worm is rumored to be a 100 foot long worm that surfaces only when there is snow to conceal it, and feasting on anything careless enough to stumble upon it. This myth is actually true. The giant snow worm emerges when there is snow on the ground, the rest of the time it resides in my pants.

4. Snow was invented by Communist scientists in 1692 in order to repulse future attacks on the Russian homeland.

This rumor is also false. Snow was actually invented by J. Gillicutty McSnow in 1754. The story is that he was looking for a quick way to cool a glass of Scotch, but the experiment got out of hand and exploded, covering all the land with ice crystals. Scientists today believe that the explosion was so great that the magical water freezing serum that McSnow developed actually got into the atmosphere where it remains today, shifting around the world and causing snow.

5. Every time a Yeti loses its virginity, it snows.

This is true! Trust me though, you never want to see a Yeti have intercourse. Very disturbing...

That's all for now! Everyone enjoy the snow!

Never Do Favors For Friends.....

noreply@blogger.com (phishbone23) — Mon, 27 Jan 2014 02:22:00 +0000

Editors note: To start off a, hopefully, long running series, Phishbone has been given the first episode of "Cop Rock" to review. For future reviews, we do take requests.

Recently, I was asked by Kev"thegreat" to review the first episode of an old "Cop show" called Cop Rock. I must say my sarcasm through quotations is pretty dead on in that last statement. This show, by Steven Bochco (LA Law, Hill Street, Doogie Howser, NYPD Blue), is a severe "botch-up". Not only is the entire precinct full of inept cops who seemingly have had no training whatsoever, but the characters also feel compelled to SING!

If this show was sold more as a comedy, I could get behind this, but unfortunately, the show is way too serious for itself, making it a tragedy of all tragedies. I believe there may have been some sort of useable concept here, but the musical side of it simply falls flat. First off, when I hear it is Cop "Rock", I think "Cool! Who we got? Def leppard? Rolling Stones? I'll even take Aerosmith? But, alas, the answer is.....Randy Newman? Randy friggin Newman....You do not have a friend in me. It was the best gesture of all when Seth Macfarlane killed him in a Family Guy episode.

Even with no help from Randy Newman, the actors that were tabbed in this episode to sing were more tone deaf than a rock (maybe that's where the title came from). The only one positive thing that I share about this episode is that my 5 month old son seemed to be caught up in the entire episode. I have never seen him completely watch anything. Usually his attention is all over, or at least he naps or plays, but for this show, he stared at it with interest. Maybe Newman had some sort of special sound or note being played all the time that just happens to atttract 5 month olds, or maybe it was the "brown note"....now that I think of it, for my son, it was!

So there you have it. If I had to rate this it would be 1 out of 5 thumbs up (trust me, I only save zeros anything with a Lohan, Hilton, or Lil Jon), and 1 full diaper from my kiddo. Fish out.

Wednesday Discussion

noreply@blogger.com (kevthegreat) — Wed, 22 Jan 2014 16:48:00 +0000

This blog isn't going to work without a semi-active community of posters and commentators. I don't mind making a majority of the posts, but we at least need some people contributing in the comments. So, in an attempt to make this happen, we will be having a semi-weekly post to try and foster some discussion in the comment section. Please contribute! This is a safe place! This week's discussion:

What do you want to see from this blog? Strictly entertainment? We have 3 guys who are deeply involved in various scientific industries writing here. Would it be interesting to hear about some of that? Any ideas for regular themed posts?

Things to do on a Sunday

noreply@blogger.com (kevthegreat) — Mon, 20 Jan 2014 17:21:00 +0000

As everyone knows, Sundays are a day of rest, thus no blog post from me. If you did something productive yesterday, let me help you out by telling you what you should have been doing. Here is my guide for how to spend a restful Sunday:

1. Don't wear pants - It's a day of rest. You aren't going anywhere, so why are you putting on pants? Hell, stay in bed all day if you feel like it.

2. Get churchin' from your couch - If you really feel a need for some churchin', no need to leave the house, just watch one of those early morning services on the TV. That way you don't have to put pants on! No pants! And if you don't want churchin', you're gonna burn in hell, sinner.

3. Eat like a depraved Roman Emperor - We live in a country of excess food (for those with money), so eat it all! Eat as much as you possibly can, but make someone else cook for you, or at least just use the microwave. It's the day of rest and all, you can't spend it cooking.

4. Put some dark, heavy drapes on your windows - If it's a nice day out you may be tempted to go outside and do something. That is not keeping with the spirit of a day of rest, so you must get some very heavy drapes to pull over your windows so that you cannot see anything of the outside world. Also, this will keep people (neighbors, police, government agents who have been spying on you for the last 6 months who you know have probably tapped your phone and planted bugs in your house while you were out buying cigarettes the other day! They're just waiting for you to slip up, but you're not going to fall into their trap. You secretly purchase prepaid cell phones that you dispose of every 2 weeks and switch to a new one. Trace that, government Joe!)

5. Find a good pee can and put it to use - While you are resting your day away, you aren't going to want to be getting up constantly to go to the bathroom. Get yourself a big old coffee can and start filling it up! You only have to roll over to your side to do your business. Extra credit if you get yourself a bedpan. Be sure to dispose of your waste the following day, while hiding it overnight. There are plenty of nefarious individuals who will find high value in anything that comes from you in order to customize their mind control drugs to you specifically. As the saying goes: "If they have your waste, they have your brain."

6. Start drinking early and often - Fact: alcohol helps you rest. Also, if you drink enough you can forget how much you hate yourself. Alcohol also slows and distorts your brainwaves, making it more difficult for the government's brainwave translators to read your thoughts.

7. Drunk dial friends and loved ones - Halfway through your day of rest those extreme feelings of loneliness will likely emerge. Feel free to call any living family members, or that girl you work with who once smiled at you. Ben said she was smiling at something funny on her monitor, but you know she was smiling at you. She's totally into you, she is just playing hard to get. Next time you call her and leave her a 8 voice mails in an hour will be the time she realizes how much you love her and that she needs someone like you in her life. How could she not realize that?!

8. Never sleep - You are at your most vulnerable when you sleep. Anyone can come into your house and do whatever they want. You must stay vigilant at all times. Make no mistake, we are at war! Wake up sheeple!

9. Lock all windows and doors except one - When someone is breaking into your house, they are going to look for an easy way first. You should give them that. Leave a single back door unlocked then sit in front of it all night with your shotgun. If anyone comes in, have no mercy. Government agents will not want it to be known that they are breaking into people's homes, so they will try to cover up any incident by making it look like the intruder was a thief or plumber or mailman or your wife. Don't be tricked! The government kidnapped your wife, cloned her, then trained the clone to be a government spy to infiltrate your residence.

10. Escape into forest and live off the land - If you were to shoot a government agent, you can no longer stick around in your house. You must find a safe place. A large national forest is a good place to go. There is plenty to eat, if you know what to look for, and there is enough cover to hide for long periods of time.

A background change

noreply@blogger.com (kevthegreat) — Sun, 19 Jan 2014 01:31:00 +0000

We now have bacon as a background. In all honesty, it kind of makes me slightly ill to look at. It may be because I just ate dinner and am very full, or maybe it's the greasiness of the bacon in the image. Anyways, if anyone has any suggestions for another background, let's hear it. Let's get the comments section of this blog kicking!

Note: This counts as a post. That's 3 straight days. I'm winning by a lot.

A Little About Myself: Part2

noreply@blogger.com (kevthegreat) — Fri, 17 Jan 2014 20:48:00 +0000

I left off on my life's story with me creating a giant hole in the Earth while mining for gold. Unfortunately, any gold I would have been able to salvage was vaporized in the blast. Once I was released from the hospital, my creditors caught up with me and bought me before a court for my outstanding bills related to my mining venture. I had no money or source of income at the time so the judge gave me a choice, either go to prison or join the military. Seeing as I am too pretty for prison, I joined the French military. Little did I know that Europe was about to be engulfed in a great period of seemingly endless conflict.

Me, riding a horse somewhere in Eastern Europe with some
General who's name I can't remember.

During my training I quickly gained the favor of my superiors due to my unmatched skill in making flapjacks. I quickly rose through the ranks until I was made the official flapjack make for the commander of the military forces, who's actual name escapes me, but I called him Poly. Anyways, Poly had this crazy idea of taking all of us military folk into some freezing cold wasteland of a country, probably because he was looking to get a decent snow cone or something. Anyways, one night I was freezing my ass off, so I wondered off into the wilderness to look for some firewood to warm myself up with. Unfortunately, instead of finding firewood, I only found a roving band of Roman soldiers who did not take kindly to my presence in their woods. Despite my skills at making griddle cakes, those rapscallions kidnapped me and took me back to their homeland.

I wasn't very good at tickle wars...

Early the next morning, we all arrived in Rome, where my captors felt it was within their rights to sell me to a passing merchant. This was the beginning of my career in sports. You see, this merchant just happened to supply athletes to some big stadium where people would ply their skills in tickle wars. Unfortunately my many skills did not extend to tickle fights. While I wasn't the worst tickle fighter, I never did come close to breaking into the top 10 leaderboard. It may be because I lacked focus, and was starting to become homesick. This decade was the darkest of my life. I developed an addiction to confectionery sugar, ingesting several ounces a day, in order to escape the realities and limitations of my life. Soon a change would come, and I would be able to drag myself from a pit of despair, but that story is best left told at another time...

To Be Continued...

A Little About Myself

noreply@blogger.com (kevthegreat) — Thu, 16 Jan 2014 17:39:00 +0000

Life has begun anew for this nearly dead blog. With it's resurgence I figured it would be a good idea to reintroduce ourselves to the people of the world. I will leave my two colleagues to introduce themselves, but can give you a brief overview of my background and how it makes me qualified as a blogger. The biggest qualification I have for this off and on hobby is experience. Hopefully my worldly knowledge will help make future posts interesting enough for others to follow this blog.

June 15th, 1867: My first month on the railroad crew. I'm
in the front right, securing my wood.

I have had many occupations in my time on this planet. Maybe it would be easiest to start from the beginning. Fresh out of schooling, I decided to take part in the push to the Western frontier. I had little money at the time, but was lucky enough to fall in with a start-up company that was determined to traverse the globe with a single railroad line. We began in Columbus, Ohio and laid track into the Western frontier, through Indiana, Illinois, Kentucky, Tennessee, Montana, New Hampshire, Louisiana... It was hard work, laying that track, but rewarding, and it carried me all the way over the Rockies to the Caribbean Sea. It was then that we hit our first real snag. It seems that underwater railroad was a bit more difficult than we imagined. It's a very technical issue, and I won''t bore you with the details, but it seems that our great plans preceded the technological capabilities of the industry by a few years.

Me (on the right) and the crew digging away! Good times!

After the failed venture of my first paying job, I decided to head off on my own to the Sierra Madre mountains, where word of great gold deposits had been found. I quickly hired a small crew and began my quest for fame and fortune! We dug day and night, finding little of what we were looking for. After 3 long weeks, with little to show for our efforts, my crew abandoned me to start a vaudeville act, dressing their pick axes in dresses and putting on pornographic puppet acts. I was left alone with nothing but a mountain, 3 tons of dynamite (always be prepared!) and a lust for gold. Time was running short for me, as creditors were asking about me in town, trying to collect on the tidy sum I borrowed from them (3 tons of dynamite in those days was rather expensive). I decided to make one last attempt at finding the gold I so deserved. Day and night for 4 days, I hauled sticks of dynamites to the bottom of my mine. When I was finally done I lit the fuse and ran for cover. The ensuing explosion left a large scar in the Earth (later, some geologists would give it the silly name of "Chicxulub Crater"). And that is how the dinosaurs became extinct. I feel bad about it, but those guys were kind of dicks anyways.

See Part 2 Here

Bunny to make things all better!

noreply@blogger.com (kevthegreat) — Fri, 20 Dec 2013 16:30:00 +0000

Let's fancy this place up!

The Adventures of John Wilkes Booth

noreply@blogger.com (kevthegreat) — Thu, 21 Feb 2013 17:08:00 +0000

Today I went to the local grocer for fresh produce in order to make a stew of the recently caught rabbit a patron of my art awarded to me. One of my boarders, Boner as he is called, graciously transported me to the store in his peculiar motor carriage which smelled strongly of an odor that reminded me of the hemp rope doll I had in my childhood. Oh, those simpler times do appeal to me more often as I approach the twilight century of my life.

The grocer we arrived at was a monstrosity of concrete and glass, with dozens of townfolk milling about. I entered and approached the nearest individual that was costumed in the clothing of this metropolis of sustenance and told him to fetch me a bundle of carrots, potatoes and milk fresh from teet of the cow. He looked at me blankly and said "Milk is in the back of aisle 3". What was this madness!? I am to fetch my own groceries? Are you not in business to supply me, as the costumer, with your fresh product so that I may be on my way and cook my stew? How am I to know where to find anything in this great space with endless rows of inventory? This is a disgrace! The tyranny of this country knows no bounds! I demand freedom from my grocer oppressors and satisfaction from those employed to serve me! I shall strike down all that defy the great tradition of what this country once was!

I reached for my pistol to teach this whelp a lesson in manors, but while I was lost in my rage, he slipped away. I began to scour the building for this incontinent youngster, until my compatriot, Boner, approached with all of the staples I needed to construct my stew. A good man, that Boner is. We made our way back to the homestead and feasted all night on our delicious stew. I shall not forget my grudge with that grocer boy, but tonight I shall sleep with a full stomach and just dream of my revenge.

-J.W.B.

Possible Boy Names

noreply@blogger.com (kevthegreat) — Mon, 08 Oct 2012 18:38:00 +0000

I was just thinking about some great names for a baby, for some reason... Anyways, I'll start with some boy names I've got (feel free to make suggestions in the comments):

Barron - Even better if you make the middle name "Von"
Barbarian - Who's going to pick on the kid named barbarian? Kids who like their skull crushed with a war ax, that's who.
Dude - Why not? Maybe a little lazy, but it works.
Private - Get the kid used to a military academy from birth!
Cletus - I'm not above naming my kid after cartoon characters.
Chief - Works on multiple levels...
Dandy - Would work best if I went the extra mile and made the kid constantly wear powdered wigs and Victorian clothing.

I reserve the right to continually update this list.

Brain-trust, Assemble!

noreply@blogger.com (kevthegreat) — Fri, 28 Sep 2012 13:41:00 +0000

This is evidently a potential human growing in my girlfriend's body... I guess that there is a small chance it's an alien or a a human/chicken hybrid or something, but most likely just a human. Where's my brain-trust at??? Help!

First new phone post

noreply@blogger.com (kevthegreat) — Sun, 11 Sep 2011 13:43:00 +0000

I went and got the fanciest phone around and thought I'd try some blogging with it.this looks pretty easy, so this thing might be on again.

I tried

noreply@blogger.com (kevthegreat) — Sat, 12 Jun 2010 20:26:00 +0000

The World Cup is huge. I get it. I love sports. I really tried to watch today. I kept an open mind. I had a team to root for. It all doesn't matter, because soccer is boring as hell! Yeah, I know, it's an American cliche to discount soccer as boring as fuck, but it's so damned true. I've never really considered myself as a typical American, but I guess maybe I am more so than I would like to think. Maybe I should start drinking more Bud and hating foreigners to top it off. Anyways, I'm done with the World Cup.

Happy Birthday DrX!

noreply@blogger.com (kevthegreat) — Thu, 10 Jun 2010 01:23:00 +0000

In honor of DrX's birthday, I am restarting the blog! I hope I haven't lost all of the readers by now, with all the long periods of absence and false starts. If you have given up hope, you are dead to me! I don't need you! Fucking bastards! Anyways, how about that DrX? He's a pretty cool guy and he's a year older and closer to death. I guess he's not that old, I've dated older women, so I can't talk, I guess. I have found that since I turned 30 it's hard to make fun of people's age when they are also in their 30s. I guess I'll have to wait a few years to again be able to heckle DrX mercilessly about being old. Where am I going with this, you might ask. My answer to that is: mind your own business fuckwad! I can rant if I want! That's what this blog will once again become. Pointless rantings from me to you. Enjoy! And happy b'day, bro!

Another painting!

noreply@blogger.com (kevthegreat) — Sun, 30 May 2010 17:01:00 +0000

Well, I officially got back into painting again. Maybe soon I'll actually get back into blogging...

My most current painting is a present to my lovely niece who, I feel, needs a healthy dose of Real American Patriotism! She is being raised in a house by two liberal East Coast elitists, after all... I call this painting: Fuck You Eastern Hemisphere!

A new painting

noreply@blogger.com (kevthegreat) — Tue, 04 May 2010 00:17:00 +0000

For being so patient, I reward you with a painting! I call it "Hollywood Remake"

Another note: I have disabled anonymous commenting because we have been getting a ton of spam in previous posts. Sorry if this is a pain!