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The gig was up. It was only a matter of time until the "Jerry Garcia is alive and well, living in Russia" rumors started.How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing
The gig was up. It was only a matter of time until the "Jerry Garcia is alive and well, living in Russia" rumors started.
Pumpkin cheesecake
Crust
Press crust into bottom and a little up the sides of a 9 or 10 inch springform pan. Put in freezer at least 20 minutes. While preparing filling, pre-bake crust 10 minutes‚ at 400° and let cool.
For the filling:
In a bowl whisk together the pumpkin, the cinnamon, the nutmeg, the ginger, the salt, and the brown sugar. In a separate bowl, beat the eggs until just mixed, then fold into the pumpkin mixture. In a large bowl with an electric mixer cream together the cream cheese and the granulated sugar, beat in the cream, the cornstarch, the vanilla, the bourbon, adding the pumpkin mixture last, and beat the filling until it is smooth. Note: do not over mix after the egg/pumpkin mixture is added. excess air whipped into the eggs will cause cracking later.
Pour the filling into the crust, bake the cheesecake in the middle of a preheated 350°F. oven for 50 to 55 minutes, or until the center is not quite set, and let it cool in the pan on a rack for 5 minutes.
For the topping:
In a bowl, whisk together the sour cream, sugar, and bourbon. Spread the sour cream mixture over the top of the cheesecake and bake the cheesecake for an additional 5 minutes. Let the cheesecake cool in the pan on a rack and chill it, covered, overnight.

Normal people often overlook how hierarchical Republicans are by nature. They prefer to anoint their candidates in an orderly way: In the absence of a sitting vice president, as George H.W. Bush was to Reagan in 1992, a senior statesman is anointed, as Senate Majority Leader Bob Dole was in 1996 — or, better yet, they can satisfy their aristocratic yearnings by anointing the son of a former president, as they did the current Bush in 2000.
This year, in the absence of a clear choice, Republicans find themselves facing a roster of unacceptable candidates: a philandering liberal, a Mormon, an aging warrior who’s considered insufficiently doctrinaire, a lazy television actor, a former preacher with a weak record as governor of Arkansas and a Libertarian kook.
The strain of this disorderliness must be tormenting the GOP power base. And all of it could be wiped away in a simple fiat — the replacement of Dick Cheney with a new vice president whom they could anoint right away to become Bush’s successor.
So who might fit the bill — who could be counted on to beat the Democrats next November and keep the Bush family secrets for at least four more years?
Only one name comes to mind. He is experienced and available, and tanned and rested — and his name is Jeb.

See, the thing about men who are violent toward women is that they don't respect women, or what they have to say, or even their basic rights—and when you consider that the responsibility for preventing violence against women has traditionally been left to women, you start to see the problem. We need other men to communicate to them loudly and clearly and constantly that violence against women is totally unacceptable. We need male allies, just like the LGBTQ community needs straight allies, just like people of color need white allies.
How is it possible that I have never seen this before?
Awesome.
I loved this show as a kid.
You might want to have a little "something to share" before viewing.


The military is demanding soldiers injured in service repay signing bonuses because they cannot complete their commitments.
The.
Fuck?
I don’t believe in hell, but I hope it exist so these fuckers can burn in it.
Ed Grimley had a totally decent prom date, I must say!
I haz ur insulashunz, but I eated it
Today is #2 son’s 15th birthday.
This of course, calls for something more than cold cereal or scrambled eggs (which he is not overly fond of anyway) for breakfast.
Problem is, today is my first day off since the cruise. Before that, it had been 18 days since I had a day off. Bottom line, I haven’t done any serious grocery shopping in almost a month.
Hmmmm.
I found a recipe for oatmeal muffins online and I changed a few things, tweaked it a bit, and tada! Muffins!
Really good muffins, not overly sweet, very tender, but with an interesting bit of chewiness from the oats.
Orange Glazed Oat Muffins
Muffins
1 ½ cups all-purpose flour + 3 tablespoons
1 cup old fashion oats
2/3 cup sugar
2 teaspoons baking powder
½ teaspoon baking soda
¼ teaspoon salt
2/3 cups orange juice
½ cup 2% milk
1 jumbo egg
¼ cup melted butter
½ cup chopped, cooked apples in sauce.
Glaze
¼ cup orange juice
1 teaspoon sugar
1 tablespoon melted butter
More sugar for sprinkling
Preheat oven to 400 degrees
Prepare muffin pan by spraying the bottom only with cooking spray
Mix dry ingredients in a bowl.
In a separate bowl, beat the egg well.
Add other liquid ingredients including apples, mix well.
Pour on top of dry ingredients all at once, stir until just combined.
Bake 16 min at 400 degrees.
Remove from oven and brush tops with glaze mixture until all glaze is absorbed.
Sprinkle tops with sugar.
Cool in pan for 5 minutes, remove muffins and place on plate.
Enjoy warm.
Let me make one thing clear; I will vote for the Democratic nominee. As I’ve said before, the stakes are too high to try and make a bold statement of principal and support a third party candidate.
The Republicans are as splintered as they have been since I have been old enough to vote, the religious right is discouraged. A Romney or Giuliani nomination would more than likely cause some right wingers to just stay home on election day…….
UNLESS….
What is the one thing, the one and only hope the Republicans have of stirring up and motivating the whack-job, wing-nut, haters base to get out and rally around the nominee?
It’s not terrorism.
It’s not even
Abortion won’t do it. Been there – done that.
It’s Hillary.
That’s right, the Republicans one and only chance to steal win this election is if Hillary is the Nominee.
Every nutcase, fundie out there will flock to the polls to keep her out of the oval office. It’s the Republicans wet dream. Make no mistake, Dobson and his ilk may posture and preen and make noise, but if Hillary gets the nomination, they will hold their nose and vote for Giuliani, or Romney.
Hell, if Hillary gets the nomination, Giuliani could accept the Republican nomination in full drag, with Tony Soprano as his running mate, divorce papers hanging out of his back pocket and tongue his newest mistress right there on the stage and they would still flock to the polls.
PLEASE – don’t nominate Hillary.
Ok, I promised a post at lunch. I wish I had time to sit down and write.
The cruise was fine.
The ship was impeccably clean, the staff was attentive, friendly, and efficient, the food was excellent and interesting, the weather was perfect, and the alcohol was plentiful.
So what’s the problem?
My worst fear was that I’d get on the ship and be overwhelmed by a flood of memories and be miserable. I’m happy to report it wasn’t that bad. I did have moments of deeply missing her, mostly during meals and in the late evening. I avoided the places she and I frequented most, and that seemed to help.
I took the attitude that I was there to relax, rest, read, and rejuvenate. I didn’t attend a single show, I didn’t once rush to get somewhere by a certain time, and when I was tired, I slept. That in and of itself is such a vacation from my regular life that it was rejuvenating.
Oddly enough, it was debarking and the long drive home alone that really made me the saddest
Over the next few days, I will try to fill you in on the details.

Busy, busy, busy…….
Brave Sir Robin missed work Monday due to a nasty virus, but will still have over 70 hours for the week.
Do the math on that.
It is about 6:30 AM, Sunday Morning and I’m at work, which is probably where I’ll be at 6:30 PM today.
Sorry for the lack of real posts, but that’s what I’ve been doing.
Best weather we’ve had since May. (Seriously, since May!) and I’m doing 12 and 14 hour days. That’s ok, it’s good to be busy right now. Keeps my mind from drifting into dangerous territory.
Brave Sir Robin does get a small break in 11 days. On Nov. 8th I will board a cruise ship and take a small little cruise down to
I really didn’t want to go, but I either have to take the cruise, or let it go. You see, last year about this time, I took a cruise with Rene’. While on that cruise, I won a free 5 day cruise playing bingo. I have one year to take it. The year is up on Nov. 28th. I am allowed to take a shorter cruise if I choose, so I took the cruise with only one stop instead of two.
I am either really brave or really foolish, time will tell. I will be on the exact same ship I was on with her. The idea of going on a cruise alone is not very appealing in the first place, add to that the memories of a really, really good time with her on the ship and I may be setting myself up for a serious case of missing her blues.
I plan on bringing several books. Any suggestions? I’m planning on getting World Without End for sure. I hope to re-read Pillars of the Earth before then, but I can’t find my copy.
I’ll keep you all updated on my preparations.
Brave Sir Robin has work to do. In more ways than one.
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

Brave Sir Robin is not materialistic. Really, I'm not. Sure, there are a few small indulgences I enjoy, I am a sucker for fine food and drink, but it is quality more than quantity I desire.
I’m still here, I’m just busy.
I actually have a lot to say to you all, it’s just between work, open house, cross-country and football, I have been swamped.
Add into the mix an anti-histamine induced stupor and it has been hard to find time.
Bear with me my friends; I am coming back with a vengeance.
Meanwhile, enjoy this – I find its lack of subtlety charming. Very unusual for an American ad, much more what one would expect from a European ad. I like it, what do you think?


I knew better, I knew who she was, I knew how it would end, but I foolishly hoped otherwise.
I had no reason to believe it would end otherwise except her word and my hope. In the end, neither was enough to stem the inevitable.
The kids are good, cross-country season and football season keep us very busy.
We have straight A’s (even in French!), we have cross country medals and only one defeat in football. It is still way too damn hot, even this late in the year and my friends still love me.
I must remember that whether or not I have a girlfriend, fiancé or wife has nothing to do with what kind of person I am, what kind of Father I am, or my worth as a human being.
It’s just hard some days. Loneliness is a bitter, bitter pill.
Thank you all for taking the edge off of that loneliness.
It’s good to be back. I will be updating regularly again.
I’ve missed you all.
bsr