Name: William Suites Origins: Once a prominent businessman/playboy, Suites’ insatiable greed and incomparable narcissism and vanity dictated every deal, every step in his life. Soon, it caught up with him. When the recession of 2009 hit, Suites’ lost everything, struggling to stay on top he soon found himself into debt. When he could not pay, his debts were collected in flesh, from his face.
The disfigurement broke Suites, driving him into a psychosis. He no longer showed his face in public, wearing a white kabuki mask to hide his scars. As his insanity grew, his personality was amplified ten fold. His greed now knew now rival, and encompassed everything within sight from a begger’s change cup to something as simple as stray trash. Nothing would stand in his way, those who tried were dealt with in the most terrible of ways.
Within a year his new empire rose like a phoenix out of its ashes. His business contracts grew to those of both the military as well as dangerous mercenaries. His contracts were simple to him, take the money, build the weapons, and keep them for his own personal army’s use. If anyone protested, they were killed. His goals are equally simple. Everything must be his…everything. And with his armies on the rise, it soon may be.
Secret Lair: Commercial Space Satellite Doomsday Device: Economic Sabotage
Traditionally, home fries are cooked and served with sauteed onions. However, for those of us who either don’t have onions in the house, or just plain don’t like them, there is an option to be had.
Sure you can deep fry home fries, or bake them, but frying isn’t exactly convenient or conducive to before-work breakfast making. So what does that leave? Pan frying.
Now, contrary to popular belive, Pan frying actually employs TWO separate cooking methods. This second cooking stage is often overlooked leading to such disasters as under cooking or, worse yet…burning your dish, and cookware, to a crisp.
The underlying problem is that direct heat cooking, such as searing or grilling, rely on high surface area, low density foods. Sadly, Home fries are not one of these. In order to cook through the high density flesh of the potato, you must apply a second cooking method, one that cooks all sides at once slowly as opposed to one side quickly.
Fresh Breath Home Fries (Serves 1) 20 mins
One large-medium Russet potato
2 tbs cooking oil (vegetable or canola)
Fresh Ground Black Pepper
Heat the oil in a small to medium sized non-stick pan on medium heat.
Cube the potato as evenly as possible. Even sized pieces will cook at the same time, this way there’s no stray undercooked chunks in your breakfast.
When the oil shimmers add the potatoes, season with salt, pepper, paprika, chili powder. I usually put more Salt and Pepper in than I do the other two, but that’s up to you. I wouldn’t go any more than a 1/4 teaspoon for the paprika and chili.
Let the potatoes cook for about 2 minutes before giving them a good toss, like you would do with eggs, just be careful or you’ll have oil all over your kitchen. Let sit for another 2 minutes or so before tossing again.
Repeat until all sides have just started to turn golden.
Reduce heat to low and clamp on a lid. Let it cook until potatoes are (if I may borrow a phrase) Golden Brown and Delicious, at least 4 minutes, depending on the size of the cubes you can adjust to your judgment minimum of 3, maximum of 5, keep in mind the potatoes will continue to cook during the resting period.
Remove from heat to a paper towel and let rest for at least 5 minutes, they’ll still be pleanty hot. Go make yourself a pot of coffee, by the time you’ve got your caffeine fix, your potatoes will be ready.
I just found this out yesterday and only now is it really kicking in for me.
For me, the Metal scene has been lost to the “Scene kids” quite some time ago. Once great bands and performers sold their soul for idiot teenagers just looking for a place to hang out with their friends. Bands like Atreyu and In Flames were some of my biggest losses, but at least I could say “there’s still Nevermore.” Now…the future becomes suddenly unclear.
In a world where Metal was just another genre sold off by record companies one single at a time, NEVERMORE was that guiding light to which everyone else could aspire. Something that everyone could believe in. They didn’t care about money…they didn’t care about singles…they didn’t care about anything except what they as people really cared about and it was reflected in their music. With Jeff and Warrel at the helm they were anything and everything they could be…now…all of that is left uncertain.
Warrel said it best…for now, I truly believe in nothing.
Ugh, this week has been running me ragged and just refuses to end.
Friday this week is like that annoying fat kid in Dodgeball that for the life of you, you just can’t seem to hit is his pudgy little face.
But it’s almost here…there’s noone left on the floor, it’s just him and me. And tonight at Midnight, there’ll be canvas shaped welts on Friday’s greasy forehead, and finally I will be at peace…the weekend shall be upon me.
Now, by now I’m sure most of you have read about the Gaga/Weird Al fiasco. And I’m sure, like myself, nearly all of you are siding with Al on this one.
However, as I’m also sure most of you know. We now live in a world where there’s an entire generation who haven’t grown up with the God amongst men as we did and who are going to be spouting their ignorance across the internet.
To my brethren I feel I must remind you…murder is a crime. Just take a deep breath, turn off the computer, and pop in BAD HAIR DAY, and all shall once again be right with the world.
Never mind… bet that manager is getting a mouthful from Gaga right about now.
So…I get paranoid…a lot. It’s all the same song and dance really. I hear one tiny little comment, I get paranoid, freak out and overreact and end up doing something rash.
However this time, it’s not nearly as rash as usually. In fact, it’s actually pretty damn reasonable.
For those who haven’t really been reading this blog often enough. I collect Transformahs…yes, I’m one of THOSE guys, standing in the toy aisle scanning through each and every peg for the one I need.
In about a month the new Movie toys come out, which I will NOT be buying because they are garbage. However, the previous line is still just barely trickling waves out leaving me with a gap of about 7 figures, (12 if you count the legends class which may or may not be even released in US.) And of course SOME IDIOT on my TF forums had to spout the pessimistic view that we won’t be getting the rest of the wave before the movie toys come out and then we are SOL.
So of course, I try to stay optimistic, but fail. Freak out, panic, and immediately go to BIG BAD TOY STORE in search for what I need.
What I find…as I’ve said…is anything but a rash decision.
Track 1- “Song about how you’re ‘back’ and that people aren’t happy about it.”
Tracks 2 through 12- “Song about how shitty your life is despite having more money than your fans could ever dream of having, fame, and are somehow not in jail even though you’ve made some extremely poor decisions.”
I recently went the dentist and they took my blood pressure…because apparently they do that now. Don’t ask me why.
Anyways, they took it and it was the lowest it’s ever been in my life 94/66.
So I’m proud as hell, because as a kid I had to go to a nutritionist because my blood pressure was so dangerously high. And I tell my friends, and they are all concerned. Saying that it sounds a bit too low and that I should get it checked.
Fast forward to yesterday where I was bored as hell and had nothing better to do. I type it into the all knowing wise sage the internet and found a reputable site that rates your blood pressure in various stages with suggestions on how to proceed with your health habits.
Here’s what they said for 90/60…
"Stay the course big Ned! You’re doing super!!"
…alright, so I might be paraphrasing a bit, but you get the point.
It started with a trip Toy Hunting where I found ze eluziv PCC Dinobots, continued on an upward swing with a smoke on the deck, despite a small let-down of losing three more cigars to a fallen humidifier…
Then got super annoying when the flipshare software flat out refused to work, and followed with the knowledge that no upgrade for my shitty PowerPC mac were available.
Then for the rest of the day I was an odd mixture o wired and bored, and nothing could relieve me of my boredem.
Now I sit watching ALIENS with chicken wings on the way, the day on a slight upswing.