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Today's experiment actually started last night, when I got an almost-seven pound pork butt (1) from the fridge, decanted it from its plastic shroud and, once I determined it needed no trimming of its external fat, I proceeded to slather it with two tablespoons of Gulden's spicy mustard, then covered it in a mixture of Jack Stack meat and poultry spice rub, some of the jerk seasoning James Hollaman brought me back from his trip to Hell, brown sugar, kosher salt, and granulated garlic.

Once this was applied to all sides of the beast, I broke out my Cajun Injector (not a euphemism) and placed a mixture of apple cider, balsamic vinegar, garlic, and melted butter in various locations deep inside the meat. It then went into the fridge to stew in its new juices overnight.

This morning, I somehow slept until 8a, which put me slightly behind my schedule. Once I felt caffeinated enough
to play with fire, I got a chimney of coals ready, soaked a mixture of hickory and pecan chips plus some fresh rosemary in water, and prepared my Brinkmann smoker, Ol' Artie Deco, for action again. At roughly 10a, the pork went into the smoker, and the sweet scent of smouldering (2) wood soon filled the air. After two hours, I commenced regular basting of the meat with the leftover marinade, along with occasional replenishment of the smoke and coals.

Due to circumstances beyond my control, I was forced to bring it in at 5p, when I wrapped it in foil, poured the remaining marinade/baste over it, sealed it tightly, and put in a 250˚ oven for another 1.5 hours. Once the fantasy football draft was over, I pulled it from the oven and let it rest for 15 minutes while the Julienne potatoes cooked on the stovetop.

On the plus side: it was incredibly tender and moist, even before I ladled some of the drippings over the pulled meat. Margene S. Bahm said it was the best pork she'd ever had (nae2). Paula Helm Murray was equally impressed.

For me, the less good part was that neither the rub nor the marinade had imparted much of any flavor onto the meat. The smoke was good, but I couldn't detect much of the various herbs and spices I had used. Additionally, despite seven hours in the smoker, the bark it developed was not particularly crisp, even before it went into the oven.

Overall, I was pleased for a first-time effort. It's more than edible, and I will be doing this again. I think part of the issue was not having Artie hot enough at the start (his temp gauge reads "cool," "ideal," and "hot," and I've never found a proper gauge that will fit him). Maybe more brown sugar in the rub. Definitely more spice, which will flow.

In any event, a good start. And the lesson is, with the right combination of rubbing and injection, you can make a 99¢/lb. butt taste delicious.

(1) huh-huh huh-huh, butt. Happy now?

(2) For my Canuckistani and British friends.
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Like so many others, I have ported over to Dreamwidth, still as [personal profile] drpaisley. Everything has transferred over, the lj version will soon be scattered, smothered, and covered, and I look forward to maybe even posting some. Where have oui* heard that before?

Anyways, here I is. Where's the party?

*Editorial frog ftw!
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Return with me now to those turgid days of yesteryear, August 1, 2005, to be exact. Rohanna, Dragonet and I, along with a couple of friends had travelled to the UK for the Worldcon, which was held in Glasgow that year. We had spent a wonderful week in London and Dublin, but it was time to head north, to Glasgow, and Gloryyyyyyyy! Or something like it.

We had reserved two black cabs to take us and all the bid crap (and my clothes) to the train station. I was riding in the front seat with our driver, checking out the sights, when the radio came on, telling another driver to proceed to "Number 3, Abbey Road," which got my attention. That was one of the places I wanted to see(1) whilst in London, but time and life and other commitments(2) kept that from happening.

We continuted along, and were just entering a roundabout(3) when the radio crackled again. The voice queried the other driver, "You don't know who Sir George Martin is? I thought you were an educated man!"

Our driver and I locked eyes, then proceeded to laugh our asses off. I suppose I should have been concerned that he was howling away whilst negotiationg a morning rush hour, but it all worked out.

And now, Sir George Martin is dead at 90. He was, though I didn't know it at the time, one of the most important influences on my childhood self. He was instrumental (both figuratively, and occasionally, actually, literally) in the musical development and growth of the Beatles, and thus to mine as well. I had the good fortune to come to musical awareness right at the beginning of the first British Invasion, and the Beatles took over my brain, followed by so many others.

So thank you, Sir George. You helped change the world, for the better.

(1) For values of "see" that included recreating the cover to *Abbey Road* in multiple exposures, including McCartney flat on the ground, with tire tracks up and down his back, because Paul Is Dead.

(2) But the trip to Oxford that Friday was *totally* worth it

(3) Yes!
drpaisley: (mickey)
A brand new record, for 1990...

And the world was never the same again.
drpaisley: (siegfried attacks!)
So here are the two greatest Chirstmas songs ever.

And the best, always. This year with the Miracle of Teeth!

Happy MacGowanmas to all, and to all, a good night.
drpaisley: (balrog butt)
Neighbor, please!

drpaisley: (cock)
On Saturday, NPulsifer hosted a wake for the Toe of Doom 2™. Beth, Barry, and Tanya came up with a wonderful menu (taquitoes, potatoe chips, proscuittoe, pigs in blankets, etc) and much fun was had.

Yesterday was The Toe's date with destiny, or something that smelled like it, at least.

I live-tweeted the procedure, and the saga is collected here.

There are pictures, but nothing graphic.

As of this morning, the half-toe is feeling fine. No particular pain so far.
drpaisley: (siegfried attacks!)
After three days of infusing, Toe of Doom™ II: This Time It's Tarsal looks much, much better. Better than it has in quite a while. It feels better than James Brown. How do you feel? I am still assuming that the Toecapitation will happen, but that 5% chance of it not being done the podiatrist gave me is still in play.

As for work, I talked to the boss about the holiday schedule, and barring a sudden influx of work, my last day will the the 24th, leaving four days to obsess about this and post crap here, there, and everywhere about it. This is far less of an issue than the triple bypass, but for that I had very little time to think about it (and I think they were slipping me some happy juice while I was in CICU all weekend). So this is how I deal with it, by overloading you, my tens of followers, with my thoughts, such as they are.

But it is the holiday season, and to kick off the countdown of the greatest songs of the Xmahannukwanzule, here is a classic.

drpaisley: (mickey)
The PICC line has been inserted, and antibioticals have been infused into my body. I didn't get the once a day pressurized bulb from last time, because it's much more expensive. Instead I have to run a syringe of saline through the line, then a syringe of antibiotics (Ancef, the label says), which has to be slowly injected over a five minute period (much better than the 15-20 minute requirement which has only recently been changed, according to my infusion nurse), then another saline, then heparin, three times a day, at least 7 hours apart.

I left the facility with a big bag o' drugs, and after some failed attempts at Xmas shopping, I got home, and went to put everything into the fridge, when I discovered I had been given a double set of heparin, but no saline. I have a call in to the nurse. I expect it will be dealt with tomorrow.

And then Dragonet texts me to say our insurance co has been trying to get a hold of me, and gives me a number and a PIN. I call, full of trepidation, to discover it's a fucking survey. Good timing, after you've spent several days telling me I can't have the treatment my doctor says I need.

So, off to bed, and work in the morning. Toe of Doom™ II is doing pretty well, though not undergoing a miracle cure. Yet.
drpaisley: (cock)
And the rollercoaster ride continues. I was all ready to get the PICC line installed this morning, but yesterday at 4.30p my contact for that called to say the insurance drones (yo, actual death panels, motherfuckers!) had denied it. No reason, but the one that immediately sprang to mind was that I had blown out my deductibles already this year, and they wanted their tithe.

So this morning I called my podiatrist's office to have them re-up the amoxycillin scrip, so I had something fighting the (not Scott) Staph infection until the Toecapitation. Then, about 2p, I got a call from my contact saying that the UnHumanans had decided I could have the PICC line after all. But not the preferred antibiotic to go in it, which is dispensed once a day. Noooooo, I have to do this three times a day, which means one infusion at work for this week and next.

In any event, I will be heading out to Lee's Summit tomorrow to get a tube run up my arm so liquid antibiotics can be dumped directly in my bloodstream on a thrice-daily basis. I do love the future. Insurance companies can die in a fire. Onward.
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So that PICC line I was supposed to get tomorrow? Not happening. Denied by the insurance company. No reason given, just "uh-uh, nope, no way." I will spend most of my pre-work morning trying to get the info so I can appeal, but I have little hope of that doing any good.

Next step is to get an MRI approved, to make sure the infection is only in the first joint of Toe of Doom™ II. Who knows if that will fly. Also going to make sure the podiatrist has gotten clearance for the Toecapitation.

As far as I can tell, this is happening because I blew through all my deductibles already this year, and they want this put off until after the 1st so they can get some cash out of me. Well, joke's on them, I won't have any cash!

On the plus side, I did see the podiatrist today, and he said TOD II looks much better than it did a week ago, but he's still planning on surgery. Who the fuck knows what will happe, and when?

I really should have had this blow up in Toronto; at least it would have been dealt with without all the bullshit.
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Toe of Doom™ 2: This Time It's Tarsal Update. Infection (basic staph, thankfully neither resistant nor Scott) has gotten into the bone. Apparently limited to the first joint of the toe, though an MRI is planned to make sure it hasn't spread. Was supposed to get a PICC line for IV antibiotics today, but the only thing grinding slower than the mills of the ghus is insurance co. bureauracy, so that will happen Tuesday.

Current plan is to have the Toecapitation© on the 29th, so as to not have to deal with new deductibles and such in the new year. It will be in-office, so I will be conscious, and plan on making mohel jokes throughout. There may be pictures taken, so beware.

Following that, it's roughly four weeks off from work (no pay, of course) whilst I heal. And during this time, my workplace is supposedly moving to a new location. Hoping they let me know where.

Oh, and someone tried to steal my car, again, tonight. Our neighbor happened to come outside and scared the clown off, but the driver's side mirror is dangling from its cables and the trim across the bottom of the window is dangling from the mirror mount. Joy to the fucking world.

And now back to the evening's drinking, already in progress.

I dunno

Nov. 27th, 2014 10:42 pm
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I suppose I should be thankful for being here, what with the triple bypass and all, but given the way that life has gone to shit in almost every aspect since then, except for the parts which have gotten shittier, I'm not sure why I bothered.

Still, I muddle on.
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On the off chance that some of you might not be connected to me via all the other social media, a brief recap. I went into the emergency room at KU Med at 4a on March 15, where I was diagnosed with a heart attack (one of several over the week, it appears) and three cardiac arterial blockages. On the 17th, I had a triple bypass. On the 21st, I was sent home. I feel much better now. I feel better than James Brown. So let's have some music, hey?

1) Hold My Life, The Replacements

2) Trivani -- Sacred Knot, Tony Scott

3) Life On Mars?, barbra streisand (this is a real thing! I am shocked!)

4) Hippie Dream, Gitar (yes, a hip-hop Neil Young cover)

5) Almost Cut My Hair, David Crosby and Graham Nash [The Arlington Theater Santa Barbara, California March 27, 2011] (well, they did shave most of mine)

6) New Mama, Neil Young & the Stray Gators (3/11/73, Civic Auditorium, Bakersfield, CA)

7) Following The River, The Rolling Stones

8) dreams, railcars

9) Hungry Wolf, X

10) 1-2-Another, Mirror Kisses


11) Satisfied 'N' Tickled Too (Mississippi John Hurt cover), Taj Mahal

12) Habanera, Dweezil Zappa/Dweezil Zappa

13) Keep The Car Running, Arcade Fire

And here we are on the other side. Since I am off work until June or so, I'll probably be dropping by here a bit more often with whatever I happen to have on hand at the time. We shall see. And get a checkup, people! Plus Opening Day (US version) is Monday (except for the Sunday part [fuck you Bud Selig!])!
drpaisley: (siegfried attacks!)
Two days after the amazing "1984" ad that ran during the Super Bowl, Apple officially unveiled the Macintoch, without which all of this would not have been necessary. Think about it -- a world of 8-bit music and ascii pr0n *shudder*. In other news, there have been no setbacks on the continuing saga of the Penguin Palace. Only waiting on Rohanna's W-2. Soon, maybe. Onward, to the tunes.

1) Getting My Heart Back Together, Jimi Hendrix (Berkeley Community Theatre 1970)

2) Magic Trick (live), She & Him

3) THE RUBETTES, the auteurs

4) Fog Over The Graveyard, King Melodies

5) Stuck on Repeat, Little Boots

6) Wish You Were Here, Pink Floyd

7) Bull Rider, Emmylou Harris & Rodney Crowell

8) Dork At 12 O'Clock, Solex

9) Renaissance Eyes, Don Dixon

10) Bertha. Los Lobos (1/21/98, The Majestica Ventura Theater, Ventura, CA)


11) 04 Dear Prudence (Take 1, RM1), The Beatles

12) Upstarts, Johnny Marr

13) Barcarole, Brave Combo

We got lucky and only caught the southern fringes of the latest Polar Vortex (or, as the Reality Channel Formerly Known as TWC referred to it, Winter Storm Anus), so it only got to single digits positive, rather than negative this time. Warming up for the weekend (53˚ on Sunday!), but then back to the teens Monday. So, of course, my space heater decided to give up this morning. Yo, Canada, keep yer damn cold air to yourself! Oh, and you can have Bieber back, as well.
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The Penguin Palace saga continues. Original loan originator finally decided that my classically hand-tooled, artisanal paystubs just weren't high enough quality to prove I had a job, so my income didn't count, blah blah blah. Another company is on the case, and we're still hoping to get this done by the 14th (original closing date), though we're trying to get an extension on that, just in case. Grrrr. Musics are good.

1) Thriller, Ben Gibbard

2) I Am Trying To Break Your Heart, Wilco

3) The Man in the Moon, Adrian Belew

4) Seizure, Hunters

5) As A Child, Suzanne Vega

6) Indian Sky (Final Cut), F.D. Project

7) Walking In My Shoes, Depeche Mode

8) Antichrist Television Blues, Arcade Fire

9) Know Your Onion!, The Shins

10) Brave Captain, fIREHOSE

yet more

11) Every Other Day, jonka

12) Gypsy, Todd Haaby

13) Come Back to Me, Dusty Springfield

Boulevard Brewing's Rye-on-Rye is back, and I have 3 bottles. Planning on getting more. Still have 5 bottles of the 2013 release downstairs, so there will be a comparative tasting at some point. Plans for the weekend include more packing, getting used to my new glasses, and, unfortunately, attending a memorial service for a friend who died suddenly last month. Just stop it!
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Well, that was an interesting trip around the sun. Still trying to get closed on the new house, but at this point I am doubting it will happen (the FHA people don't like my paystubs, still). We shall see, like so many things. Onward. To start the year, I am at 59,217 items in my iTunes, up from 42,796 at the start of last year. I need a bigger backup drive, stat. So here's a small sample of the whole.

1) Halloween [1981], The Misfits

2) Through The Wall, Bobs

3) (The Angels Wanna Wear My) Red Shoes, Hem

4) If I Had A Boat, Lyle Lovett

5) Tear Stained Letter, Richard Thompson (Fat Fry in California 9-28-96)

6) Mystery Dance, Elvis Costello (8/23/80, Heat Wave Festival)

7) Happy Thursday I Love You, Frank Bango

8) Universal Corner, X

9) The Dog Breath Variations, Frank Zappa

10) So Ben Mi Ch'a Bon Tempo, Richard Thompson


11) Ocean Colour Resurrection, The Plimptons

12) Mystery Dance, Justine Bateman & The Mystery

13) Judy Is Your Viet Nam, TMBG

And we will crunch through the light snow from Wed night to work. Hoping it warms up enough that we can use the washer, rather than having to endure the laundromat again. One way or another, clothes must be cleaned. And one last (probably) gathering at the OC Saturday afternoon, to see if the Chiefs can keep their season going. All in all, a much better season than 2-14 last year. How soon until pitchers and catchers report (not a euphemism)?
drpaisley: (siegfried attacks!)
Shit is fucked up and bullshit, to coin a phrase. Have some music.

1) Dry Bone Valley, Mastodon

2) Moonlight Sonata (Ludwig van Beethoven), Dr. Phibes & The Ten Plagues of Egypt

3) If You Won't Leave Me I'll Find Somebody Who Will, Warren Zevon

4) Right Off (excerpt, -8), Miles Davis

5) Hello, Dali, Morningbell

6) Round and Round, Queen Elvis

7) Planets, The ACB's

8) Zillionaire, Rob Wasserman

9) Birthday (Tommy D Mix), Sugarcubes

10) In the Middle of Nowhere (Mono), Dusty Springfield


11) Take Me Out, Franz Ferdinand

12) Sour Grapes, John Prine

13) Do The Math, Asthmaboy

Supposed to go to a Poly Families meetup tonight; we'll see how I feel after another thrilling day at work. Everything falls apart, and I am the center, or so I am told.
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To the lovely and multitalented [livejournal.com profile] artnouveauho! Perhaps we might meet at last during the London Worldcon next year.


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