Happy weekend everyone! I'm still working through the abundance of cranberries I picked up for Thanksgiving dessert. Thankfully these little berries are fairly shelf stable and keep well when in the fridge for a long period of time. I don't want to let them go to waste so I wanted
Scary Texan Stories
Sharkbait’s Cocktail of the Week: Garbage Time
Welcome to another Friday, but this Friday is squarely in garbage time. I always make this comparison this time of the year: The calendar year is essentially a football game. (American) Thanksgiving is essentially the two minute warning of a blowout game. We've got the ball and all we need
Sharkbait’s Cocktail of the Week: That’s My Raiders Request Line!
With apologies to Rikki for using two of his recurring post titles but I can't think of anything better to set up this week's drink. Let's set the scene: Wednesday, October 2nd. I'm going to check the mail, and go downstairs to the front to find a package with my name
Sexy Friday – 20241122
Sharkbait’s Cocktail of the Week: Hedging Bets
First and foremost, I want to wish everyone a Happy Buttfumbleversary to those who celebrate. I don't know what is the best part about that whose sequence. Is it the fumble itself? Is it that it is the second touchdown in a matter of seconds after the Patriots had a 1
Last Stop at Hamlin
"Look, it's the question you're always going to ask. But that's your focus; not mine. I don't have fear. Fear stifles our thinking and actions. It creates indecisiveness that results in stagnation. I have known talented people who procrastinate indefinitely rather than risk failure. Lost opportunities cause erosion of confidence
Instant Hippo Thoughts – Week 14, 2023 Season
The (W)Omen (and Halloween Open Thread)
INTERIOR, REPUBLIC RECORDS LOBBY. A DESPONDENT RECORD EXECUTIVE SITS ON A BENCH, WITH A CATHOLIC PRIEST STANDING PRIEST: The relationship...is dead. RECORD EXECUTIVE: No. No, not again. Taylor's fans are rabid, but our research indicates another album of thinly-veiled spite songs will crash her brand. Swifties today want love. They want hope...not
Lover
The Man in the Arena
Sebastian Blax craned his neck in an attempt to catch a glance of the must-be approaching light rail between the crossing traffic. The train was already three minutes behind schedule and the arrival updates had ceased from the speakers mounted on the insufficient shade structure under which he stood. Seeing





