Phillip Micknon vs. Frances Bacon

What’s the point of having a website with a nominal audience if you can’t harness that power to answer all important, life-consuming questions?

I think Filet Mignon is far better than bacon. Bacon tastes like salt (albeit tasty fried salt) but Filet Mignon (well prepared) is amazing. My wife disagrees with me and believes bacon is more important. I disagree and put it to a vote.


OK, fine, if you want something regarding Spain, how about Kosher jamón or Halal jamón (Muslim approved jamón).  Jamón (with that nice accent) is the cured ham hocks found all over Spain. They really are quite tasty.


The Wayback Machine

Article the First. Mr. Peabody and Sherman was quite entertaining. I don’t know the last time I saw my son (5) laugh so much during a movie. That alone was worth it. It was strange noting the dramatic action was all about adoption and the state trying to take away Sherman from Mr. Peabody, who was a dog.

Article the Second. In college I once told a telemarketer (or as I termed them, prank calls who called you), that in order for me to get a credit card I needed to have the dog sign for it, since he was my legal guardian. This was after my parents had died and the trust dictated that the dog was in fact the one who needed to “sign” for anything like a credit card. This went on for a while. Hopefully she had a good day and realized it was a joke.

Article the Third. This brings me to the final point, one thing to remember is that nothing on the internet is every truly gone. Proof of this is the Internet Archive’s Wayback Machine. I found my old college blog on it, where nearly 10 years ago I waxed eloquently on things like the birth of Facebook, World of Warcraft, and failed to use proper capitalization and punctuation.

I give you (circa 2005, but it goes back older than that)

If you can’t laugh at yourself this life will be very boring.

Rom. 7:16-20 A modern translation

With explanatory notes:

16 Now if I do what I do not want (eating Cheetos), I agree with the law, that it is good (Thou Shalt Not Eat Cheetos). 17 So now it is no longer I who do it, but sin that dwells within me (causing me to eat Cheetos). 18 For I know that nothing good dwells in me, that is, in my [Cheetos-eating-]flesh. For I have the desire to do what is right (not eating Cheetos), but not the ability to carry it out (sadly). 19 For I do not do the good I want (abstaining from eating Cheetos), but the evil I do not want is what I keep on doing (i.e., eating Cheetos). 20 Now if I do what I do not want (again, eating Cheetos – I think I have a problem), it is no longer I who do it, but sin that dwells within me (in other words, Satan made me eat Cheetos, well Satan in conjunction with Frito-Lays).

I may have had a small problem at work.