Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Roos shall rue the day

Something of Miranda Devine's last article/incoherent rant about leftist scum reminds me of my childhood. Her ranting about how terribly vile kangaroo meat is and how, no matter what Ross Garnaut says she will not eat it reminds me of my 5 year old self confronted with lambchops and a stern mother. Listen to her pretty much quoting me directly: 'I don't want to eat kangaroo. Ever. It's dark, chewy, gamey and smelly'.

Note also that on past diatribes against the 'anti-meat culture' of greenies Miranda has owned up that she doesn't really like or eat meat at all suggesting her arguments against roo would apply equally to other forms of less Garnaut endorsed flesh.

As for her idea that 'Beef and lamb will be reserved only for the very wealthy in the brave new future [Garnault] envisages' - I think this is currently already the case - meat eaters without exorbitant budgets are eating cheaper meats (turkey and roo) and cheaper cuts of good meats (chuck, blade). Even more sensible meat eaters are realising that consuming huge chunks of flesh is not an everyday necessity but that there are many marvellous meals to be made based on vegetables, grains, nuts, fish, whatever.

For those that do like roo though, this is marvellous:
Rare roo with balsamic

Heat olive oil or butter in a pan until really hot. Place roo fillets (not steak, fillets) in pan and sear for 1 to maximum 2 minutes per side. Salt and pepper. Remove and let rest for 5 minutes before slicing. After roo is out of the pan add in a good sploosh of balsamic vinegar and thinly sliced shallots (white & green), fry for a minute or so and then pour over the meat to serve.

Serve with red wine (shiraz) and a copy of the Communist Manifesto.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Notes from a bureaucracy

Highlights from yesterday's work meeting:

- Discussion about whether PD for new tech position was for 'Senior nerds' or 'Uber nerds'

- Trying to find correct metaphor for our organisation and how it relates to climate change. A choice between tug boat to Titanic, tug boat for Queen Mary or tug boat to the Love Boat.

- Discussions about 'dewatered cake'. Even less pleasant than you might imagine.

Monday, September 29, 2008

Profanity filter fail

My work clearly has an issue with macrobiotic vegan lunch products. No Iku.com.au for me.


Clearly another part of the Man's conspiracy...


Wednesday, September 17, 2008

A pictorial representation of Torts

If I was an academic I would help my students remember particularly important points using Lolcat memory aids. Like this:




Liability in tort:
Duty of care? But of course - it are a kitteh after all.
Breach of duty? Clearly, reasonably forseeable that kitteh will require boxhab after this episode. And so it goes. It is possibly lucky that I am a desk monkey rather than an academic.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Lolling for change

In which I once more advocate the political potential of LolCats.

Who could vote for that gun-hungry lady when confronted by these fuzzy faces?

I also notice that Pundit Kitchen is very consistently Lolling in support of young Barak. The youth have spoken!

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

Neo-con-logism

This is possibly no longer appropriate given the state of the Palin offspring of the same name:

Bristol fashion
PRONUNCIATION:(BRIS-tl FASH-uhn)
MEANING:adjective: In good order.
ETYMOLOGY:We know the term is coined after Bristol, England, but we are not so certain why. Some believe the term alludes to the prosperity of the city from its flourishing shipping business. Others claim that the term arose as a result of the very high tidal range of the port of Bristol: at low tides ships moored here would go aground and if everything on the ship was not stowed away properly, chaos would result. The term is often used to describe boats and typically used in the phrase "shipshape and Bristol fashion".

Oh the sharp, shooting irony. Or is that the terror that they may fall for SP? *shudders*

Monday, September 01, 2008

Pouty

Of late things have been somewhat 'trying' in that Stella Gibbons kind of a way. Nothing to do about it but soldier on, eat truffles as often as possible and perhaps affect a little pout. Much as my man Karl does.



There. That's better.