Barring anything unforeseen, I'm there.
when is that, exactly, folks?
Games are at 1, 4, and 8:30 ET, though the late game is Lions/Packers, which could only be of interest to fantasy owners of the incomparable Samkon Gado.
The Redskins game is the main event for Washingtonians, but it starts at 4pm and is against the suck-ass Cardinals. Convening at 1pm to celebrate football in the abstract (go Team A!) probably makes more sense. But I'll happily show up at whatever time is decided upon.
1mm is good. I have to head up to NY that afternoon, so can't stay too late.
Will Labs be going by pseud, and if so, which pseud?
go Team A!
I nominate the Panthers.
And the breakfast taco offer still stands. If folks are interested in showing up at Yglesias and my place at around noon, we could eat and then walk over for the 1 o'clock game. (You're out by 6 or so, right Ogged?)
Sorry I'm going to miss your DC debut, Ogged. Pour a little on the ground for me.
Shit. Some typos hurt more than others.
You're out by 6 or so, right Ogged?
Out? Probably have to leave DC by 4-ish. I'm usually up at 6, but not when I'm on vacation. The breakfast tacos sound great, and I'll try to make it for those. Can't be sure, though.
If anyone else wants breakfast tacos (potato, eggs, chorizo, homemade pico, and a Secret Ingredient), shout out now! I need a headcount.
You're just goading me, aren't you Armsmasher?
Ogged is going to bring leftovers up to NY, right?
Sorry to miss the emergence of Apostropher from the underground bunker. Enjoy.
My only suggestion would be that you miss the what promises to be an awful 4:00 game, and instead have Fontana bring a disk from the unfogged archives.
If anyone else wants breakfast tacos (potato, eggs, chorizo, homemade pico, and a Secret Ingredient), shout out now! I need a headcount.
I'm not sure you can call it a taco and still consider the tortilla a secret.
and a Secret Ingredient
This is why you should always ask for a clarification when people say that the secret ingredient is love.
And if the secret ingredient is "dishonor," you really need to pass.
As long as it isn't battery acid.
I added a new tomatillo sauce to go with the pico. It's storebought, though, so it's in part shame that motivates the secret. I'll figure out how to make this hot sauce, damnit.
the secret ingredient is love
To be fair, it is a very thin line that separates love and sun-dried feces.
To be fair, it is a very thin line that separates love and sun-dried feces.
And I can't say for sure what all goes into the chorizo.
I toured a sausage plant once, just to be able to say that I had, and I'd wager that the more pertinent question is what doesn't go into chorizo.
I'm in for breakfast tacos. Is your address online?
Michael, are you coming all the way from Louisiana or do you have a new base of operations?
I'll pick up e-mail addresses from this thread and send out invitations. Hungry lurkers should either step forward or e-mail me.
what kind of a world tour is that? ?
un grand harrumph! de paris, ou nous n'avons pas de breakfast burritos, mais toutes autres sortes de choses.
Chorizo is lymph nodes and salivary glands. There's a high-end lite chorizo which is free of those, but it isn't really chorizo.
Sausage is one of the few foods that can let us connect with our ancestors in that "use the whole animal" way. I can be (surprise) pretty finicky about food, but when it comes to sausage, when people tell me about the literal and figurative crap in it, I just think, "awesome, give me more."
Does anyone still use the spelling "faeces"?
Yes, a surprisingly large number of people.
Tidbit: the singular of "feces" is "fex". But see Edmund Morris, writing in the New Yorker:
Perhaps the best of Reagan's one-liners came after he attended his last ceremonial dinner, with the Knights of Malta in New York City on January 13, 1989. The evening's m.c., a prominent lay Catholic, was rendered so emotional by wine that he waved aside protocol and followed the President's speech with a rather slurry one of his own. It was to the effect that Ronald Reagan, a defender of the rights of the unborn, knew that all human beings begin life as "feces." The speaker cited Cardinal John O'Connor (sitting aghast nearby) as "a fece" who had gone on to greater things. "You, too, Mr. President—you were once a fece!"
En route back to Washington on Air Force One, Reagan twinklingly joined his aides in the main cabin. "Well," he said, "that's the first time I've flown to New York in formal attire to be told I was a piece of shit."
I now have to figure out how to work that anecdote into an IRL conversation, because it's fantastic.
Based on my taco eating experience, the secret ingredient seems to be shredded cheese.
There's one guy who won't be going to jail for his sources.
Apparently his source was himself.
I would really like to witness Wehttam Saiselgy-mocking in person. Barring his going to NYC for mockery, I demand WDC silliness write-ups. Demand, I tell you.
I demand discreetly-taken photos of ogged's ex.
Why does the backslash mean "ackmormon"?
I am all bitter that I will miss the whole thing. Kindly videotape it for me.
By which you mean, peeping-tom pictures of her bits.
By which you mean, her Circus Peanuts.
#44: We don't need pictures, but someone needs to take ogged's "Will Not Date" list and check it against the ex. I bet she's Russian.
Am now googling to see if half-russian has some sort of sexual connotation of which I am not aware. Or did you previously meet her, w-lfs-n?
Damn you, w-lfs-n, and your infernal genius!
I can be (surprise) pretty finicky about food, but when it comes to sausage, when people tell me about the literal and figurative crap in it, I just think, "awesome, give me more."
What if I told you it had boiled cow's head in it?