Me either.
Howdy howdy, everyone. I'm pretty much delirious at this point (thank you, Eddie Murphy!) ... so why not just jump right back into the interview? Actually, in saying I was concentrating my efforts into other areas, it pretty much meant work instead of sports. Sorry to deflate you, wc2k2. As the only writer here right now, it means I'm pulling around 60-70 hours a week. Good thing I love my job. Sam, right you are. I grew up in a relatively rural area, and consequently didn't have cable, tone phones or any of that technology crap you all had growing up. Having the dish is a sort of nirvana for me, although I still watch perhaps one hour a day, tops. Fried bologna is a goddamned treat, especially if you are on the Atkins diet. Here's the simple recipe: 1) Melt copious amount of real butter in skillet. 2) Carve little Pacman mouth out of two pieces of bologna (the good stuff, you cheap bastards, and preferably sliced a bit thicker than usual). 3) Fry the sumbitches, turning once when the exterior begins to get a bit crunchy. 4) Eat on white bread with Kraft cheese. I can't have the white bread. It makes me cranky. Missing it, that is, not eating it. That reads a bit like Steven King, doesn't it? Anyhow, it's something regional, I think. I was the barbeque judge at the county 4-H fair this week, and one beginner chose to grill slab bologna for his entry. Frightening ... but delicious. I do have another dish, actually. Her name is Michelle. Grum, you'll be thrilled to know she's from The Home of Eternal Hockey Knobs, which I have visited once or twice. We met on-line (duh like I meet women with the job I have), and she and her two-year-old son, Cabot, just left after visiting for two weeks. It was terrific, but there are questions about her uprooting her son and herself from her family and friends, not to mention the boy's father. I'm also rather married to my job, if you couldn't tell, and I'm asking her to consider that there will be plenty of nights when I'll be working late. I just want her to know everything before we proceed, but I love her dearly. Weird fact: Michelle was a contestant on the Canadian version of "Who Wants To Be a Millionaire?" She didn't make it into the chair, though.
Looks like it could be another classic.
Bologna isn't bolognese sauce then? It's some horrible mechanically seperated amalgation of .....bits?
SF and jerseygirl: I may be interviewing msacheson and aacheson (aka Mr and Mrs Acheson, of the SpoFi Achesons) in the near future. This would be akin to interviewing one of the Pantheon and his missus. Actually, that would be exactly what it was. msacheson: I think by "aroma", Mr Curtis meant "aura". Apparently, them mid-Ohio golfers don't talk too good. I reckon I woulda split my shorts if he'd gone 'n' said, "That Tiger smells somethin' fierce! When he comes up over the hill, and my eyes start tearin' up, it's all ah kin do to aim my putt at the hole." Hey, wfrazer's back!
Think everything you normally would throw away from any slaughtered animal ... then grind them, add a bit of spice and Hey Presto! It's lunch! Bologna is just flat hot dogs, or vice versa, and nowhere NEAR as horrid and disgusting as, say, this.
So far, it sounds like you've been concentrating your efforts on ingesting really bad fried sausage and dating a woman behind her husband's back. Or maybe it's just the martinis talking (Happy Friday!). But I must press on ... Q8. Hell, it sounds like you love your job. Maybe too much. When was the last time you took a vacation? What did you do?
Uh, wc2k2, it's Ohio, man ... the residents of the Buckeye State are a tad different from the people I think you are picturing.
LOL, for clarification, Michelle's single, world. I don't mess with married women without a note from their husbands.
I know Ohio. Buckeyes, OSU, Columbus, Nationwide Insurance, Channel 6, 270, 71, 23, Les Wexner and Victoria's Secret, Express, Structure, Bath and Body Works. They're all from Columbus. Mid-Ohio. Honda's auto plant is also out there somewhere. I was just joshin' about the accent. That was maybe more Cincinnati, Dayton and Portsmouth.
OK, I was joking about Michelle, too. Tell her to put the gun down.
Fried bologna, Wfraze's gross link, flat hot dogs...you know it's almost meal time on the left coast. I may have to join WC and drink my dinner. Again. (Like I need an excuse.)
I've got to find out more about this Atkins thing. What other diet allows you to eat bologna fried in "copious amount of real butter" and covered in frickin' Kraft cheese? Are you still allowed to say "I'm on a diet?"
butter, processed meat products, cheese and white bread... ugh. i think my blood just turned chunky-style simple from reading that meal plan.
Tough noogies kloeprich, I will be having delicious London Broil when my wifey gets here to cook it. With yummy tasty broccoli at its side, obeying my command to "Get in my belly!" How far is Clovis from Mountain View? You can come on Sunday afternoon and join wc2k2, kirkaracha, and myself here for some BBQ chicken and sangria as well as Barcelona/Juventus on FSW.
I've lost 18 pounds in six weeks ... it has been kinda slow, as I cheat occasionally, which KILLS you on this diet. I'm also doing it to raise money, which I think I said above, so I'm being kind of a dick by grabbing the odd burrito.
Are you exercising or just did it by modifying your diet?
Thanks for the invite! Clovis is a bit away - think Fresno - and I'm afraid I'll be on a lake Sunday. So I'll pass on this invite but I'd love to attend some future NorCal SpoFier function.
Hey, wfrazer, answer Q8. Or we'll never get done with this interview!
The London Broil was very tasty, since I know you all were waiting to hear. Plus jello with whipped cream for dessert. Mmmmm.
I fear we will be knocked off the Locker Room main page before this interview is done.
Too late.
Sorry, guys, I told ya I'd be busy the next few days. :P So now what do we do? Oh, and, ummm ... I took a vacation last in 1996, I think, where I went to Disneyworld and broke up with my girlfriend. So that kinda ruined the trip. I figure I'll worry about vacations when I have a family that actually wants to get the hell out of Dodge for a little while each year. Me, I'm happy to sit on my couch on random Fridays and burn my earned time that way.
Q9. So you say you've lost 18 lbs. Tell us more about what you look like. There may be some female SpoFier from Indiana reading this.
where I went to Disneyworld and broke up with my girlfriend. Would that be Snow White, Grumpy?
Last vacation in 1996? Oh my God, I wouldn't survive (and I like my job, too).
Well, I'm about 6-1, about 310 pounds, not quite as fat as that would make me sound, but damn close. It's funny, because every time I see a new doctor, they think I weigh about 270 or something, and then they all say, "Wow! Over 300!" That's kinda what's driving losing the poundage. Plus, it's not cool to hear your doc say, "You're an excellent shape ... for a fat guy." Brown hair, brown eyes, full beard ... I'd post a picture, but I have no idea how. Someone explains that to me and I'll do it. I guess I didn't explain this earlier. I wrote a column in my paper about six weeks ago declaring my intention to diet to the community. For each pound I lose between now and the end of the year, I'm donating $2 to the local humane society to help them build a shelter. We've thrown it open to community matches, and we're now up to $10/pound, which makes me more expensive than filet mignon, which is comforting. I'm hoping a push next week will get us up around $20/pound, with the ultimate goal of raising about $1500.
How about some SpoFi member participation? I love a good local cause (even if it's not my locale). I'll pony up $1/pound - but we need regular updates.
Geez, K ... that's like $75! If you wanted to go 10 cents a pound I'd be happy, and I wasn't trying to solicit any pledges. If you all would like to do it, I'd be thrilled, though. :) You'd also get a nice ad in the paper at the end of the year!
Hmmm...let's make it 50 cents per. And I didn't for a minute think you were soliciting - or I wouldn't have offered. No pressure on anyone else. I think what you're doing is awesome and I wish you a lot of luck.
where's q10? Some of us are still reading! :)
An emoticon from jgirl! Woohoo! I hope it gets posted soon we're about to get bumped again!
Yeah, what happened to WC? Still recovering from the big Mtn View SpoFi sangria-fiesta?
Good work on the diet, wf. If I was employed I'd be showing financial support but I will share that it is possible to achieve your goal with Atkins--Friday is my 11 months on the plan mark and I've lost precisely 50 pounds as of yesterday's weigh-in. 40 more to go but I'm six inches shorter than you.
Urgh. Hangover. Had some more of the stuff last nite. Whoooooooo! Hey wfrazer, good luck and good on you for your healthy and charitable efforts. Last question before we get booted again! (And thanks everyone for staying with us.) Q10.For which local humane society are you raising money? What's your favorite animal? What's your favorite pet? Will we ever see you naked in a PETA ad? Also, who should we interview next? (I have msacheson and Mrs. msacheson on deck, but would like your recommendation, too.)
The Spencer County Humane Society will reap the benefits of my putting down the Toll House cookies. I appreciate all the support, and so do the dogs and kitties of our little corner of the Midwest. My favorite animal? Any kind, medium rare with a nice mushroom sauce. Actually, I'm a big fan of cats. I like dogs, but here's the problem: You have a good day, you get home and your dog is all, "Hey! Glad to see ya! Glad to see ya!" and jumping up and down, and you're all, "Hey, buddy! Let's get a stick and go have some fun!" You have a bad day, you get home and your dog is all, "Hey! Glad to see ya! Glad to see ya!" and jumping up and down, and you're all, "Goddamn it, dog, get off of me!" You have a cat, good day, bad day, you get home and the cat looks at you and says, "I've got furniture to scratch and the neighbor cat to bang. Fuck off." I can totally respect that. I had a cat about five years ago, Jake, who was the world's greatest hunter. I generally left my front door open during the day if I was home, and daily Jake would trot in and present me with a bird, frog or snake freshly nabbed down by the creek. It got to the point that I decided not to mow my lawn, just to see how big Jake's foraging might get. The city complained, but I told them I was trying to create a natural feeding zone and wildlife preserve for my animal. We eventually compromised and I was allowed to leave a 10-foot strip of tall weeds behind the creek. Jake was thrilled. Jake once also found his way into a pot of spaghetti sauce I had left on the stove. He then came into bed with me and awakened me by dragging his head across my face. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, coming away with what appeared in the moonlight to be blood all over my hands. After screaming and running into the bathroom, I realized I had been marinarized. You will never see me in a PETA ad. Unless they pay me in steak. You won't ever see me naked, either. I considered getting into adult films, but then I realized me in the nude would be like a porno version of "Free Willy." Have we done rcade yet?
No, we have not interviewed rcade. So it's rcade (Pantheon #5) you want, and not msacheson (Pantheon #7) and Mrs. msacheson? Just say the word.
My cat's breath smells of bird/frog/snake. Great interviw wfrazerjr and wc2002. Roll on the next one. :-)
errr +e.
well, either one of them would be excellent choices. I somehow like the idea of being followed by a husband-and-wife team, however ... so let's hear from our very own Burns and Allen. :)
