Bad cholesterol is when you spend an entire life feeding your body processed, high-fat, high carb foods, sitting alone in a beanbag chair in your underwear, with a game controller in your hands. Your arteries eventually harden, you suffer a heart attack and die alone, undiscovered for days in front of a television with a test pattern.
Good cholesterol is when you spend an entire life eating good food, high in fat, rich in taste, enjoyed in the company of friends in the best kitchens and around the liveliest tables, enhanced with stimulating conversation and encouraged with laughter. Your arteries eventually harden, you suffer a heart attack and die surrounded by friends and family,
We all eventually get to the ultimate destination. Be sure to choose the journey wisely.
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Trying out the sound…
The White House released the above photo of President Obama shooting skeet at Camp David, mostly because some reporter was badgering Jay Carney about producing photo evidence of his claim that he shoots skeet.
Ok. Cue up the silly. I’m pretty sure the president has made some other claims for things he has done that don’t have photographic evidence; things like picking his nose or eating Cheetos in his underwear. We really need to move off the standard of “if there is no photo, it is a lie.”
But I digress.
The real issue I have here is that Barack Obama may not be all that skilled at shooting skeet. From the angle of the shotgun, he either fired way too early or way too late, probably scaring the pants off more than one person around him. Maybe this was him just starting out learning how to shoot. At any rate, it is about as flattering as a bowler throwing a gutter ball.
Oh, yeah he did that too.
But all this is ok. He can sing, he can dance and he is the president at a younger age than me. And he has thrown away his dad jeans in favor of dark denim, hitched at his hips. So what if he can’t shoot.
While everyone was listening to Jodie Foster stumble nervously and reluctantly toward her coming out, her real message to the world was whispered so quietly only dogs heard her.
In case you missed the Jodie Foster Cecil B. DeMille Award at the 2013 Golden Globe Awards, here is a transcript of that passage. It is at the very end.
I will continue to tell stories, to move people by being moved.
The greatest job in the world. It is just that from now on, I may be holding a different talking stick.
And maybe it won’t be as sparkly; maybe it won’t open on three thousand screens
Maybe it will be so quiet and delicate that only dogs can hear it whistle.
But it will be my writing on the wall, Jodie Foster was here
I still am and I want to be seen, to be understood deeply and to be not so very lonely.
A care packages of goodies from Scratch Baking Company arrived for us today; dog cookies, bagels and coconut cake. While Sallie went right in (she’s the boss, what can I say) all the dogs got a cookie.
And dined later on bagels and coconut cake.
Then they napped.
A very special thank you to Saxon Henry who shipped us the goodies. Yum, yum, yum!
I heard the blizzard warnings last night on the television and immediately thought all the news stations were just salivating at the chance to finally scare the living crap out of us with spun-up winter weather.
Shortly after sun-up this morning, I knew I was wrong. We were getting some real winter weather.
I’m lucky. I don’t have to go into my office to make a living. I just need an Internet connection and a laptop. I can redirect my office phone to my cell phone with a few clicks and log into servers from anywhere I can get WiFi.
But many employees are not as lucky. Many employees who work for retail and fast food places at or near minimum wage are not only expected to show up for work during bad weather, but will probably get their hours cut or fired if they show up late or not at all. In addition, many will also choose to sleep in their cars after their shift today so they won’t be late for work tomorrow morning.
Something to think about on Boxing Day when those of us who are more fortunate are supposed to be mindful of those less fortunate and labor in service for our comfort.
I like to eat. Alton Brown likes to cook. You would think this was a match made in heaven but so far, he has yet to drop by the DogWalk and make me a pie.
But, he has replied to two of my tweets, so there is that. He uses Post-It Notes and mostly draws cartoons as part of the reply. It is really kind of cool and I recommend you hop onto his twitter timeline when he tweets.
Here are the two replies. Enjoy. They make Good Tweets! (Get it? Good Eats, Good Tweets… yeah.. ok)