Thursday, July 30, 2009

The Robot: recipe for world domination

What have we cooked up now? A robot that forces complete strangers into mortal combat. As in Combat from the Atari 2600.

Sophisticated in its immaturity, Combat demands quick reflexes and a knowledge of how to drive a 70's-era tank while providing non-Euclidian geometry and highly questionable physics.

Interestingly (or, maybe, obviously) everyone over 25 flipped out and loved re-living a cherished and long-forgotten piece of their childhood. Teenagers hung around, looking angst-y. Kids 11 and under thought it was awesome, but couldn't figure out how to play the game. It was too simplistic for the Generation of Wii.

Plus, robots are a big hit with the ladies.

Stay tuned for more Robot sightings!

Friday, July 10, 2009

The Best Idea in the World, Ever

1. Rogue Chocolate Stout
2. Cocoa Puffs
3. ???
4. Profit!

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Girly Drinks: Girls' Night Out

This drink (as far as I can recall) was invented as a response to the challenge: "Zounds! Is there anything made with this stuff that doesn't taste like powdered weasel nose-hairs?" (The "stuff," of course, being Hpnotiq.)

Turns out that the easy answer is: no, most things made with Hpnotiq taste like powdered weasel nose-hairs.

Which really is a shame, because it's such a nice colour. A bit girly, perhaps, but rather pleasant to look at.

After much experimentation, much lamentation, and much driving our enemy (sobriety) before us, we are pleased to present: The Clitini.

1 oz. Hynotiq
1 oz. Ketel One
1 oz. Sprite
1 pomegranate seed

Shake first two ingredients over ice and strain into a martini glass. Add chilled sprite and garnish with pomegranate seed. Put on eyeshadow; drink respectfully.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

The Colostomy Bag part 1: Milque Colossus-Baggins

First, some history. There was this guy who hung out with one of the girls in our circle of friends. He was present only occasionally, and, when he was present, wasn't particularly interesting. He also interacted in peculiar ways; possibly he was schizoid.

Anyway, he once just left a large dinner gathering without telling anyone. It took us a while to realize that he was actually gone, not just strangling a waitress in the back of the kitchen. Someone commented (probably us) that he was a real colostomy bag. It was then pointed out that, while this noun was totally inappropriate for polite conversation taking place over dinner, it would be a killer name for a drink.

Behold! The list of ingredients: Crème de Cassis, Milk Duds(R), and some American beer that tastes like piss (here we chose PBR).

Attach the shot glass to the side of your pint glass with cloth medical tape.

Add three (for good luck!) Milk Duds to the bottom of the pint glass.

Fill with crappy beer.

The Colostomy Bag part 2: Burqa Lost to Teabag

Fill your shot glasses with Crème de Cassis.

Watch the bubbles.

Bask in the glory of your creation.

Rip off shot glass; drop glass in beer; chug.