My North Carolina hillbilly cookbook said barbequing was the art of cooking things in spicy sauces. Okay, so I made spicy sauce. Remember that jar of horseradish? And since I had no pineapple I figured raspberry jam was close enough. Sauce to grow hair on your chest. Wakes you up just fine, too.Lots of things went wrong but we still came out with a feast. For some reason, the potatoes didn’t bake, so I had to microwave them. Next time they go in first and over the hottest part of the coals. Millie got plenty of free samples, just like happened a million years ago when some dog first tamed a caveman to make fire and go hunting.
It was a total day in the yard as the weather has turned tolerable. The Canadiens are starting to show up again. By the dozens. The “hundred mile an hour” lady is back, she’s got this characteristic heads-down walk that makes it look like she’s in a major rush getting everywhere. Everything and everybody in the neighborhood has to walk past our yard, so we see all and know all. But they can’t see us because of the forest. It would be hard to find another place like this at any price.
It was not all play, as I went through my entire software library to discover I don’t have anything (application-wise) that will reverse a vob file back into any of the editable formats (such as avi, mov, ppc, mpeg). For those who don’t do this much, vob files are the format you’ll find on rental movie disks. By a complicated system of adaptors and tweaking my sound card, I was finally able to import my music videos from y’day. And I actually used the piece of crap V-stream connexant card from K-World.
If you ever delve into the world of digital video, keep in mind the bewildering sets of incompatible formats. I could only get this video to render in the clueless wmv format, meaning basically you play it where MicroSoft says you can and up yours otherwise. You worthless lowlife, who are you to think your system should work just because you paid for it? I’ll get this thing to work yet.
ADDENDUM
All this cooking and eating tires a person out in this weather, so we cranked on the air conditioner and watched another Roy Rogers movie. We’ve got something like sixteen more to watch. This one was called “Utah” and Trigger got higher billing than Dale Evans. No comment. The plots are cornier than hell and still better than anything on cable TV. (I am a reader, not a watcher, so all these movies are new to me.)
Interestingly, in many of these series, Roy is depicted as breaking the law whenever he feels like it. This time, Roy breaks out of jail by [mildly] electrocuting the sheriff. (Later, he gets thanked for curing the sheriff’s arthritis.) If you want to see some shocking scenes by 1939 standards, watch Dale Evans, the natural blonde, prance across the floor in her cowgirl outfit. Lots of leg.
I wonder if Carlos thinks he’s getting his barbeque back now?
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