it's cold out there...

we had a final burst of winter weather two weeks ago, which really pissed off one half of the stool family*. so much in fact, that Frau Doktor Stool stalked around the apartment for 1.5 days muttering "grumble, grumble," and refusing to go outside. Which is why I just about wet myself when I saw this cartoon today:


check out the rest of the site - it's absolutely brilliant, and a total labor of love. We have enough trouble spewing out bi-weekly posts containing photos of meat with dumb captions. I can't even comprehend having to sew beforehand.

Oh, and to beat the end-of-winter blahs, we're heading off to Barcelona for the weekend. 20 degrees! beach! seafood! Woohoo!

In other news, the chops are no more. They have been trimmed back to a very respectable, high-school history teacher level. Full story to follow.

*of course, the flip side here is that the other half of the stool family suffers immensely when confronted with 40+ degree days down under. All they can bring themselves to do is lie on the couch in an air-conditioned room, drink beer, and watch cricket. But there's no grumbling. Just burps.

Screw football!

I think that the bacon = hipster fleisch post has run it's course. Which can only be a good thing.

Next up: Baseball!

And let me tell you, after watching some very disappointing football/soccer matches the last couple of weeks, I am more than ready for baseball season to start up. How ready, one might ask.

This ready:
Looking at the second photo, I'm reminded that Kate's shoulder has not seen the light of day in many months. Which is just a very polite way of noting that the less cold-tolerant half of the Stool family is well over winter (Cue getaway weekend to Barcelona).

Did I mention that spring training games start tonight - woot! And, as if we needed any more sport-related excitement, the first Australia-South Africa test begins tomorrow. It's like a party with an over-abundance of small hard balls. And potentially a lot of blond-tips.

The only crappy thing is that a water main near the university broke this morning. Which means that I have no water in my lab, and all of the toilets are locked. Good thing that I didn't eat any burritos last night...

Yes, we love bacon

a lot even.

So far three people have sent us stories concerning the Bacon Explosion, and we're a little worried that we've been stereotyped as some sort of über-carnivore couple. What's the deal people?

Was it the boar carcasses? The meat-fest photos? Trev?

Seriously though, we haven't had the meat sweats in months!

I would make a fantastic addition to Obama's cabinet

"For the love of Crom, am I the only one here who wants to keep the U.S. technologically competitive?"

Because man, do I love Conan.

Sorry for the lack of photos, dear blog readers. I've been working in Dresden this past week, which means increased time spent surfing the internet tubes and posting dumb crap here. But minimal access to the Stool photo library.

A gazillion times worse than any boar carcass

ever.

i'm not a very squeamish person, but maggots are one of the few things that really gross me out.

Tales of Brave Trevor

This holiday season, the Stool family briefly included a third member - a 16 lb. bundle of joy named Trevor (or Trev. or Trev-o). Here he is taking his first (and last) bath.


Trevor liked having onions shoved up his butt.


Who doesn't love a good butter massage?


The requisite mid-roast butter application


In the end he looked so good that we just had to eat him. But he will always be in our hearts. And descending colon...

(But seriously folks, applying this much butter to a turkey should only be attempted by trained professionals.)

Meat!

I'm going to cut to the chase here so that I can get back to restoring my iTunes library. Harumph.

Before:

During:

After:
Boo-ya!