Wednesday, August 30, 2006

The raft of late night posts is simply to set up for the morning rush.

It's tempting to let everything continue sequentially until the topic wanes or the conversation spins into a live-chat monstrosity, but we'll try the thematic posts this morning.

It's why tabbed browsers were invented.

OPEN THREAD

106 Comments:

At 1:30 AM, Blogger SBH said...

G'nite Sulla.

 
At 1:33 AM, Blogger unfrisched said...

Okay, who gave the fucktard 3 dollars? Now her head's gonna swell even more than it already is, though this might be a good thing, since it'll be easier for her to hit it when she decides to commit suicide.

 
At 1:50 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

3 dollars. They like me...they really LIKE ME!!!!!!

 
At 1:53 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Ok, I am totally bummed. My laptop is up and working agin so I can flame the Frischmeister from the comfort of my Lay-Z-Boy once again, however I had to re-install Windows XP and every other program I had, and lost the My Documents file with all my pictures, the book I was writing, documants, and music, as well as all my MST3K movies.

Totally bummed, but at least my hard drive wasn't fried.

Yes I have most things backed up. It isn't what I know is gone, but rather te stuff I won't find out about till later.

 
At 1:57 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Testing new avatar

 
At 2:03 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Ahhh....this is the one. Perfect

 
At 2:05 AM, Blogger Hosedragger said...

Wait...why didn't that work?

 
At 4:47 AM, Blogger Blizzardlane said...

Good morning, VBSers! It's Frischmas Eve!

 
At 4:50 AM, Blogger BrendaK said...

Good morning, all! Before I rush off to face the horror that is I-85 (316 to 285, you Georgians know what I'm talkin' about here), I thought I'd leave you with a song that Neal Boortz used to greet the day with:

Good morning, good morning
I hope you're feeling swell
Good morning, good morning
(da-ding ding ding)
You look like Hell!

(ding-ding ding-ding dingdingding)

Your face looks to us
like a tractor ran over it
Your hair looks like Don King
You look like sh*t!

 
At 5:27 AM, Blogger Blizzardlane said...

Wow, over at the sjdm listserv, there's all these jobs -- nice jobs -- NIH disease modeling, game economics in Alberta, intelligence analysis at Sandia down in the lovely Southwest.

It's just too bad for Debbie that such places have sanity as a prerequisite.

 
At 6:24 AM, Blogger Fred the Genius said...

Well I'll be...she posted my dancin' monkey song.

For the record: Hose, I liked Plankton better.

 
At 7:05 AM, Blogger openacanatuna said...

unfrisched says: Okay, who gave the fucktard 3 dollars?

Hey hey hey!!! Fucktards everywhere are gonna be pissed that you've hooked up their reputation with la Frischie. That's just not nice.

I am, however, wondering the same thing. Where TF did the $3 come from? Fess up someone. Giving her money is worse than flushing it down the toilet. Some of us want an emaciated and nearly starved la Frischie to throw herself off the highest building in Eugene after weeks of not having any food to eat and knowing that she not only doesn't have a friend in the world but that everyone (including the statue of Wayne Morse and poor Untouchable children in India) hates her guts.

Hey Debster - I know it's early in the morning, but it's Frischmas Eve - celebrate by cracking the seal on a new bottle of WTF vodka. Bottoms up!!!

openacanatuna

 
At 7:05 AM, Blogger OregonMuse said...

Good morning, all! It's off to work for me. Will check in later.

 
At 7:06 AM, Blogger OregonMuse said...

I'll bet Chell gave her the $3.

 
At 7:06 AM, Blogger OregonMuse said...

Oh wait, I know, it was Deb who put in the $3. She's "priming the pump" so to speak.

 
At 7:07 AM, Blogger BrendaK said...

I vote with oregonmuse.

 
At 7:09 AM, Blogger BrendaK said...

Wait, no, I mean I vote with oregonmuse for Chell.

oregonmuse - you're fast!

 
At 7:17 AM, Blogger Fatwa Arbuckle said...

Mornin' all -

In the "DHDU" thread last night, SBH commented:

Someone ought to write a nice little piece of music for this august blog. Something in Phryschian Mode. Or would that be Frischian Mode? Sounds like a question for Fatwa.

For those with enquiring minds (which I think is pretty much all of us), SBH is referring to one of several traditional musical scales or "modes", this one being the Phrygian mode.

It's basically a type of minor scale; if you were to play it on an instrument, it runs from E to E using no flats or sharps (the black keys on a piano, for you non-musicians). The term goes back to ancient Greek music but its precise definition was changed over time. For a little more background, peep (heh) the entries at Wikipedia:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phrygian_mode

I would be more than willing to undertake writing and recording a little DHD orchestral piece strictly for teh gang's entertainment. (And to help advance my chances of scoring "DHD: Teh Movie", of course!)

I'll put up a thread at my abysmal little blog; any interested parties are welcome to leave comments and we'll go from there.

 
At 7:30 AM, Blogger Blizzardlane said...

I know a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, especially when it comes to mental flaws... that caveat said, check this out:

1. An exaggerated sense of self-importance (e.g., exaggerates achievements and talents, expects to be recognized as superior without commensurate achievements)
2. Preoccupation with fantasies of unlimited success, power, brilliance, beauty, or ideal love
3. Believes he is "special" and can only be understood by, or should associate with, other special or high-status people (or institutions)
4. Requires excessive admiration
5. Has a sense of entitlement
6. Selfishly takes advantage of others to achieve his own ends
7. Lacks empathy
8. Is often envious of others or believes that others are envious of him
9. Shows arrogant, haughty, patronizing, or contemptuous behaviors or attitudes

 
At 7:42 AM, Blogger Yoda said...

Yes, Blizzard I’ve suspected that also. It’s probably some of that combined with Histrionic Personality Disorder.

 
At 7:49 AM, Blogger X_LA_Native said...

Yeah, but is it treatable? Which then begs the question, why would you want to fix what's a legend in your own mind?

 
At 7:49 AM, Blogger Fred the Genius said...

Fatwa,

If you need a master tambourinist, I'm available for accompaniment (I'm a pretty good maracasist as well).

 
At 7:57 AM, Blogger Blizzardlane said...

I thought she was a textbook antisocial personality disorder case but when she was asking yesterday for our names and addresses so she'd know who was "worth talking to" and advertising on craigslist for a galpal with a post-grad degree (and car!).

 
At 8:00 AM, Blogger BrendaK said...

Hose -

See my comment on Technical thread.

 
At 8:00 AM, Blogger Blizzardlane said...

On treatability:
Narcissists rarely enter treatment and, once in treatment, progress very slowly. We're talking about two or more years of frequent sessions before the narcissist can acknowledge even that the therapist is sometimes helpful. It's difficult to keep narcissists in treatment long enough for improvement to be made -- and few people, narcissists or not, have the motivation or the money to pursue treatment that produces so little so late.

 
At 8:12 AM, Blogger Eri said...

hosedragger:

JAY AND SILENT BOB! Yes! :D They are so filthy and delightfully vulgar.

 
At 8:26 AM, Blogger Texette said...

Blizzardlane,
Great find. Interesting problem in differential diagnosis. She still could be sociopathic; her insults might reflect an attempt to cause distress, apart from any existing grandiosity. Narcissists are hard as hell to pin down--the article got that right. I remember one patient I was testing and interviewing over two days once who'd been short-term remanded to a county hospital's inpatient unit (she'd been brought to the emergency room by Sheriff's deputies). I could not pin her down, just could not. She helped organize my thinking a bit when she looked out the 8th floor window and said, "It sure is a long way up."

Thanks for the web reference.

But now, I just can't stay to socialize, I'm just too busy being overwhelmed with all the pressing and vital things I have to do all by myself--holding the world together for all the little people. But, I don't mind--I've sacrificed myself for others my entire life, even when I was the smartest and youngest person to hold every faculty position at Oxford since Sir Isaac Newton. Even though they aren't human to me. And I could kill them. . . with my mind.

 
At 8:27 AM, Blogger BrendaK said...

I think Deb has exhibited so many signs of different mental illness, I'm just going to go with batfrisch crazy®.

Or sh*thouse crazy. Either one works.

Whatever her problem is, she is a minimally functioning person and as long as all she is destroying is her own career and credibility, there's not much anyone can do to force her into treatment.

 
At 8:29 AM, Blogger BrendaK said...

texette -

That's you, always giving. In a really scary way, of course.

 
At 8:31 AM, Blogger Texette said...

eri,
love the daisy.

 
At 8:33 AM, Blogger Eri said...

Texette - Well thank you, my dear :)

 
At 8:34 AM, Blogger Texette said...

BrendaK,

Yes, yes I am.

Feel the power. I mean the love. That's the ticket. Feel the love.

 
At 8:46 AM, Blogger Hawksp said...

Post meeting pre-lunch check-in.

Question: How is Gods name does Mr. Sinners site keep falling pages behind when I do a google search, when we're having 600+ hit threads and SWP is getting nothing but crickets and Chell?

He should have moved teh Debs hit to page two by now. Am I not understanding how this works?

 
At 8:51 AM, Blogger Yoda said...

Texette

"Even though they aren't human to me. And I could kill them. . . with my mind."

That ranks right up there with brenda's "devouring them in a nice chianti sauce" line.

I think you two have this nut figured out.

 
At 9:38 AM, Blogger Blizzardlane said...

So Shelob has posted again. Apparently a friend of 18 years (or an 18-year-old friend, as she writes; who knows what the posterthing means) told her she was "loco in the coco." And of course Deb disagreed, but is having second thoughts.

It brings a song to the heart:

It's beginning to sound a lot like Frischmas
Listen to her shout.
The creep of South(West)Paw
Has sand stuck her craw.
She blames us all for her big falling out.

It's beginning to look a lot like Frischmas.
Everything she writes.
Her thinking is bewilderin'
So you'd better hide your children
When she picks those online fights!

 
At 9:43 AM, Blogger OregonMuse said...

Treatment for these narcissistic/antisocial/borderline personality disorder types remains difficult, in my amateur opinion, because they don't normally seek treatment. This is because they don't think anything is wrong with them. Even when their lives are totally dysfunctional, it's always for reasons other than anything they themselves have done.

It's always somebody else's fault.

 
At 10:04 AM, Blogger Denny Crane said...

Oregon Muse,

I agree. I know several people like that, and they're hopeless.

I posted this at Frisch's site--I wonder if she'll post it?

------------------------

Your friend is right. Dan gilbert is right. The folks at Don't Hire Deb are right.

This is evident not only in the irrational and self destructive outbursts that made you infamous, but even in your more mundane blog posts about economics or phsychology.

Your writings reveal a scattered, disorganized thought process, and an inability to track a linear syllogism without contaminating it with tangential premises at the point of "therefore." It almost seems as if you're running multiple contemporaneous inner monologues, and your output is contaminated by crosstalk.

I know you think you're above the need to process linearly, but that merely seems like a cop-out rationalization for the jumbled conflations and gaping nonsequiturs you deliver.

Perhaps you should go back to the math, and also try some psychotherapy. Meds would be good. You'd take them if you were diabetic or hypertensive or hypothyroid, wouldn't you? Well, sometimes the chemicals of the mind need a nudge toward equilibrium, too.

 
At 10:21 AM, Blogger tim said...

teh deb™ put another $2 into teh tip jar.

 
At 10:21 AM, Blogger OregonMuse said...

Denny

I've known several people like Deb, too, and what I find interesting is that they've all been women.

Not all narcissists are women, are they? Hey VBSers, has anybody had any experience with a Deb-type person (and by that I mean an overgrown sense of entitlement, the insistence that they are special and better than anyone else, and continual frustration because nobody recognizes them for the geniuses that they are) who was male? I'm hoping that the sample size of my experience is just too small.

 
At 10:24 AM, Blogger Fred the Genius said...

Perhaps you should go back to the math, and also try some psychotherapy. Meds would be good.

Personally, I think splashing her with Holy Water and shouting, "THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU," would be far more effective.

 
At 10:34 AM, Blogger BrendaK said...

As usual, this 'friend' is doomed to disappointment. It's exactly like the 'take it up a notch' crap she does before every single batfrisch phreak out.

And, she'll start avoiding her last friend, except for Chell. Debbie totally loves Chell. For now (ominous music in background)

 
At 10:35 AM, Blogger openacanatuna said...

I thought she was a textbook antisocial personality disorder case but when she was asking yesterday for our names and addresses so she'd know who was "worth talking to" and advertising on craigslist for a galpal with a post-grad degree (and car!).

Yeah, but even Hannibal Lechter had to locate victims somehow.

 
At 10:37 AM, Blogger BrendaK said...

Fred -

That's perfect. I could just see Dr. Evil drenching her with a bucket of holy water.

 
At 10:39 AM, Blogger Texette said...

Oh, oregonmuse, dear, dear oregon person. Narcissistic men? Gay or straight?

You know that complete a*****e one or more of your good friends keeps getting involved with--the one that keeps treating them like shite. Who buys them an engagement ring with THEIR credit card, who you can't stand to have at parties because you want to just smack 'im, and so you all start avoiding him and your friend gets isolated, too. And he uses this isolation to so screw up your friend's life, that, by the time he's left, your friend has to be picked up out of the gutter with forceps? And of course, he never meant to hit your friend, but your friend just made him do it?

Does this sound familiar to anyone?

I think men & women have to share this one.

 
At 10:41 AM, Blogger Texette said...

Fred,
Has anyone ever told you you're a friggin' genius?

 
At 10:45 AM, Blogger joeschmo1of3 said...

Morning All!

Thanks for the comments on the lexicon! There's a few more going in sometime today. Tim tipped me off to the "real democracy" bit that she keeps trotting out.

And wasn't it one of the lawyers giving Ms. Frisch all that legal advice that seeded the 10 dollars in the first place? I thought I read that somewhere. I could be wrong. Can anyone verify that?

 
At 10:47 AM, Blogger Fred the Genius said...

Has anyone ever told you you're a friggin' genius?

Many times. Of course...I've always enjoyed talking to myself.

 
At 10:49 AM, Blogger Dianna said...

Oregonmuse, my ex.

Bone idle, wouldn't take jobs that were "beneath" him, display was all.

Initially, I just thought he was shallow. Later, I came to realize it was worse than that.

 
At 10:51 AM, Blogger BrendaK said...

Joe - there was comment from some guy (name: texan) that said he put it in.

I think it was signed texan. The comment indicated he felt sorry for her.

 
At 10:53 AM, Blogger OregonMuse said...

Thank you texette and dianna, nice to know that we men are responsibly contributing our fair share of fruits and vegetables to the loony bin.

 
At 10:54 AM, Blogger Blizzardlane said...

She really is going back and revising history. A month ago she referred to a certain Harvard professor as "Danny Gilbert, a pompous, sexist, pudgy but curiously popular psychology prof at the disgusting cesspool of sexism and academentia formerly known as hahvad university" ... now the "pompous, sexist, pudgy" part is gone -- and harvard is spelled correctly. Odd, that.

 
At 10:55 AM, Blogger Staci said...

Hi everyone.

I'm hitting Teh Vodka® mixed with Red Bull so I can be an awake buzzer. LOL

Storm, much ado about nothing.

BTW, have been reading up on narcistic behavior being that my guy's soon to be ex seems to be one, as suggested by his lawyer. (And no, he was on his way to divorce when I met him.) In the majority of the cases, surprisingly, they are men.

And Debbie, here is my contact info:

501 Front Street
Norfolk, VA 23510
Tel.: 757-622-7382

 
At 10:57 AM, Blogger joeschmo1of3 said...

Blizz:

She's trying to sweep the dustbunnies under the rug and put the dirty dishes in the closet for potential "employers." Like when she deleted the post with all the pictures of the UO psych profs.

 
At 10:57 AM, Blogger joeschmo1of3 said...

Brenda:

Thanks! That's what I thought.

 
At 10:58 AM, Blogger Blizzardlane said...

As for narcissists, I've known both men and women with some or all of those traits. All of the narcissists I've known have been either an only child or the baby.

 
At 10:59 AM, Blogger joeschmo1of3 said...

Staci:

Ha ha! It's a good thing she doesn't know how to use google! Although I'm sure she'd get a bath there at least once a month.

 
At 11:03 AM, Blogger Staci said...

Geesh, why does drinking in the afternoon make your eyelids feel heavy. Come on Red Bull, kick in.

Oh, and books I just loved. The Fountainhead, Flyboys, and am almost done with Nicholas and Alexandra (Romanovs). Started Where God was Born...very good. Oh, and the Bible.

 
At 11:04 AM, Blogger Sulla said...

ohh, man.

I've got the keys to this place for less than 24 hours and already Blizzardlane's got me DSM-IV pegged.

I knew I pickd teh wrong week to give up amphetamines.

 
At 11:04 AM, Blogger Denny Crane said...

I've known plenty of nacissistic men. My fiance's ex-husband is the worst. Horrible, awful, sick, destructive. There are kids involved. I keep hoping that big frozen ball of shit that fell out of the sky in Joe Dirt would land in his nest when he's sleeping.

 
At 11:08 AM, Blogger Sulla said...

Perhaps to increase the hit count on Google we need to be more formal.

"Dr. Deborah Frisch" this, or "Deborah Frisch, PhD" that. Instead of Dr. Frischenstein or Debmentia.

 
At 11:11 AM, Blogger Yoda said...

Deborah Frisch, PhD

 
At 11:12 AM, Blogger Yoda said...

Dr. Deborah Frisch

 
At 11:13 AM, Blogger Yoda said...

Fred
Do you think she...Dr. Deborah Frisch....ever figured out Biletnakof?

 
At 11:17 AM, Blogger joeschmo1of3 said...

Yoda:

No way. It would take her forever to spell it and she doesn't know how to cut and paste. Plus, there's the whole search engine magic box with buttons thing she hasn't figured out yet.

 
At 11:19 AM, Blogger Fred the Genius said...

Master Yoda,

I doubt it. In fact, I wouldn't be a bit surprised if the word "football" brought a blank look to her face.

 
At 11:22 AM, Blogger Fred the Genius said...

I just had a flashback to Ralphie in A Christmas Story:

"Football?...What's a football?"

 
At 11:29 AM, Blogger OregonMuse said...

Geesh, why does drinking in the afternoon make your eyelids feel heavy. Come on Red Bull, kick in.

I would think that the Red Bull and teh Vodka would work at cross purposes and cancel each other out. Am I mistaken in this?

 
At 11:30 AM, Blogger Yoda said...

Fred
Don't get this group started on Ralphy....it might shoot you eye out.

 
At 11:30 AM, Blogger Staci said...

Oregonmuse, I thought the same thing.

 
At 11:30 AM, Blogger tim said...

Sorry if tihs question is off-topic, but...

Is anyone here a mixologist?
I was thinking that we should design a new cocktail: "teh Deb Frisch" or "teh Frisch" (as in "Ugh! I wanna get cray zee--Bartender, gimmee a Frisch!")

Question: What should be in it?
Two thoughts:

(1) Straight well-vodka...with a
side-bowl of nuts;
(2) Well-vodka...with lots of fruit-flourishes;

 
At 11:35 AM, Blogger joeschmo1of3 said...

Tim:

I suggest teh vodka® garnished with whoppers, both to simulate the lies she tells herself and to remind us of poo flingin'!

 
At 11:36 AM, Blogger Texette said...

Absinthe, with a vodka chaser. That'll do it, right there.

 
At 11:38 AM, Blogger OregonMuse said...

The deb-drink has to have a little paper unmbrella in it. I don't know why, it just sounds cRaZEe.

 
At 11:40 AM, Blogger Dianna said...

Whoa - she's letting comments through, and she's not editorializing on them!

Aside from one nasty comment, everyone's telling her to listen to her friend! Amazing!

 
At 11:40 AM, Blogger Texette said...

oregon,
And swords. Don't forget the swords.

 
At 11:40 AM, Blogger OregonMuse said...

OK, we can call the drink "the Dancing Monkey" and it has to have some kind of banana garnish or flavoring in it.

 
At 11:41 AM, Blogger OregonMuse said...

"Barkeep, I'd like a Dancing Monkey with extra banana, please."


That sounds about right.

 
At 11:42 AM, Blogger tim said...

Yeah, a "Dancing Monkey"~~taht's a good 1!

p.s. teh!™

 
At 11:43 AM, Blogger OregonMuse said...

Yeah, i like the swords. They convey just a hint of violence, just like our Deb.

 
At 11:47 AM, Blogger tim said...

Though tehy gotta be *dull* swords~
'coz sharp is waht teh deb™ surely ain't.

 
At 11:52 AM, Blogger OregonMuse said...

OK, here it is:

TEH DANCING MONKEY

Ingredients:

* 3 shots WTF Vodka
* 1 shot Banana liqueur
* 2 shots Creme de Cacao
* 2 scoops Chocolate ice-cream
* 1 oz Chocolate syrup
* 4 oz Chocolate milk or white milk
* 1 Whipped cream
* * mixed nuts and dried fruits
* 1 piece Banana

Mixing instructions:

blend teh vodka, liqueurs with ice-cream, milk and syrup. pour into parfait glass, top with whipped cream and garnish with banana, nuts, and fruits.

 
At 11:53 AM, Blogger Fred the Genius said...

I seem to remeber little, plastic monkeys with curly tails that hung on the side of the glass. Those would be good.

 
At 11:54 AM, Blogger Voice of Reason said...

Staci said...

. . . Debbie, here is my contact info:

501 Front Street
Norfolk, VA 23510
Tel.: 757-622-7382


Staci,

So, you work for PETA, huh? 757-622-PETA

:-)

 
At 11:54 AM, Blogger OregonMuse said...

The drink, by the way, is an adaptation of a drink called the Chocolate Monkey I found on www.webtender.com. Webtender is an excellent site, by the way, for all your drinking needs.

Don't tell Deb, though.

 
At 11:56 AM, Blogger tim said...

Fred: taht's genius!

O.M.: tell ehr what?

p.s. teh!™

 
At 11:57 AM, Blogger Fred the Genius said...

Now we need a sandwich. Obviously, it should be full of baloney.

 
At 11:59 AM, Blogger tim said...

yeah: call it an "anti-hero" sub :)

 
At 12:01 PM, Blogger OregonMuse said...

I seem to remeber little, plastic monkeys with curly tails that hung on the side of the glass. Those would be good.

Wait a minute, aren't you thinking of that game called Barrel o' Monkeys where you dumped a bunch of those curly armed and tailed plastic monkeys and you had to pick them up in one long chain?

 
At 12:07 PM, Blogger Fred the Genius said...

That game was more fun than...hmmm

 
At 12:14 PM, Blogger unfrisched said...

Hosedragger said...

3 dollars. They like me...they really LIKE ME!!!!!!


Careful Hose...she'll come and see that no one *still* doesn't really like her and of course that will mean it's "actionable"!

 
At 12:15 PM, Blogger tim said...

UnF'd:

...then we'll just have to tell her we'll "have to agree to disagree"™

 
At 12:50 PM, Blogger Paddy O'Furnijur said...

Vodka Cra-zee

3 oz. teh Vodka
1 oz. coconut rum
1 oz. passion fruit nectar
1 oz. guava nectar
3 oz. o.j. (the liquid kind)
dark rum float

Mix in cocktail shaker with cracked ice and strain into double rocks glass. Float dark rum. Garnish with raisinettes on a dull sword and a paper umbrella.

Frisch and fruity and you can fling the raisinettes while attemmpting ripostes with your dull sword.

 
At 12:51 PM, Blogger Blizzardlane said...

I like the idea of cocktail monkey decorations.

 
At 12:53 PM, Blogger openacanatuna said...

hawksp wonders: Question: How is Gods name does Mr. Sinners site keep falling pages behind when I do a google search, when we're having 600+ hit threads and SWP is getting nothing but crickets and Chell?

He should have moved teh Debs hit to page two by now. Am I not understanding how this works?


Yeah, but if you do a search for "la Frischie" on google, JoeSchmo's site and this one come up #1 and #2.

 
At 12:58 PM, Blogger joeschmo1of3 said...

Tuna:

Yeah! La Frischie rules!

 
At 1:09 PM, Blogger tim said...

hawksp wonders: Question: How is Gods name does Mr. Sinners site keep falling pages behind when I do a google search, when we're having 600+ hit threads and SWP is getting nothing but crickets and Chell?

And we're teh #2 for "teh deb"
:)

 
At 1:10 PM, Blogger Blizzardlane said...

And most of the top 10 for Frischmas!

 
At 1:18 PM, Blogger Paddy O'Furnijur said...

The Piled Higher and Deeper anti-Hero

French roll
Extra-virgin olive oil
Balsamic vinegar
Radicchio
Arugula
Miracle Whip
Smoked ring balogna
Pickled ring balogna
Dijon mustard

Using only your rapier wit, slice open a french roll. Brush one side with extra-virgin olive oil and the other with balsamic vinegar. Layer one side with radicchio and the other with arugula. Cover the greens with a generous portion of Miracle Whip (to act as a binder). On one side, place slices of smoked ring balogna. On the other, slices of pickled ring balogna. Coat with dijon mustard. Carefully assemble the two halves and wrap in parchment paper (your diploma will do) and allow to marinate in a cold, dark place (your refrigerator) for a few hours or overnight. Serve with a bag of nuts and some raisinettes.

 
At 1:20 PM, Blogger Paddy O'Furnijur said...

"bologna" not "balogna"

 
At 1:30 PM, Blogger Blizzardlane said...

allow to marinate in a cold, dark place (your refrigerator)

Deb's bed is a cold, dark place, too.

 
At 1:31 PM, Blogger Texette said...

paddy,
Now those were clever. And sound tasty!

 
At 1:32 PM, Blogger Texette said...

blizzardlane,
Ouch.

 
At 1:53 PM, Blogger Blizzardlane said...

That was harsh, I know, but I'm really hoping that that last post was a sign that this may be the Last Frischmas Ever. As much fun as this is for me, I keep thinking, this woman has family and friends who are probably agonizing every day over this nonsense of hers.

 
At 2:01 PM, Blogger Paddy O'Furnijur said...

Thanks Texette! I owe it all to the Swedish Chef - bjork! bjork! bjork! Svenske köttbullar!

The drink should work out, taste-wise. The PhD would need to be modified. Eliminate the pickled bologna, miracle whip (shudder), and dijon. Add good italian salami, mortadella, and sun-dried tomato pesto.

Buen provecho!

 
At 2:25 PM, Blogger tim said...

bjork! bjork! bjork!

teh™! teh™! teh™!

 
At 6:36 PM, Blogger Sinner said...

How can mixology ever be off topic on a blog about Dr. Deborah Frisch?

 

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