Hola, Sneakers! Welcome to Episode 502 of the podcast that sold its soul to rock’n’roll!
This week: the all clear; ain’t nothin’ but a love beat; body foolin’; well, we talked about it; Broom Hilda complaints; it’s easy being green; new verb; troll play; not normal; shit that doesn’t matter; it’s not my party; social survival instinct; dress up; death by humiliation; duck hunter cosplay; discarded safety mattress; the problem with Loki; some problems with Black Widow; Spidey thoughts; thoughts on Twin Peaks: The Return; sour sandwich; no to duck eggs; setting the couch on fire; singular plurals; and, finally, put that Mr. Pibb away.
Question of the Week: What would you put in a sandwich to make it sour?
Sub-question of the Week: What’s your favourite sandwich?
Sub-sub-question of the Week: On this week’s show, Dave let it all hang out. What’s something goofy you did as a kid?
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David, back on the episode 69 page where I wrote, ” I hope you continue to carry a bit of Listening Party over to Sneaky Dragon with Ian, your musical catalog of knowledge is just beginning.” To clarify, I was comparing what you’ve shared with us on Listening Party to the entire music catalog in that noggin of yours. I know you could share the knowledge you have on music for years, Listening Party was just the beginning. I hope and pray you bring more of your musical knowhow into the Sneaky Dragon flagship show or another podcast, I really am humbled by what you know about popular music. You present it well and it keeps me enthralled.
Hi,
Normality… Errrr.
Coluche, a well known french stand up comedian, had a definition of god which one can easily apply to normality, it goes like “God is like sugar in warm milk, he is everywhere but nowhere and the more you seek the less you will find him”
People and normality work kind like the quantic physics, they’re nor dumb nor intelligent or nor weird nor normal… until you observe them closely, in which case they become one of those. And not always what you hoped for.
I always thought that normal people where kind of weird.
Oh, may be you didn’t pay enough attention but I made air quotes each time I typed normal… which is no small feat.
Younger, I was found of tractors, remember… “John Deere”, and for a part of my teens spend a bing chunk of my summer vacations driving tractors and messin’ around farms. I wanted to be a farmer… to be able to drive tractors.
Did I mention I really liked tractors? And particularly John Deere’s?
That’s not normal unless you’re a son of a farmer in which case you normally prefer to normal things like runing after girls and/or trying not to end as a farmer.
It seems, or at least, I’ve been told, that we are all different and there’s no such thing as normality, we are all weird… buuuuut I kind of still think that their weirdness is more normal that mine or ours…
Leo Férré, a french poet, said, “what is annoying with morality is that’s it’s always the morality of the others”. And morality is a big part of what defines the normality.
And I still can’t fathom how people really work, I mean, sociably, like making meetings talking nonsense for hours just not to address the real problem at hand.
Or changing mind sets depending if they are alone or in group.
Or admiring rich men spending billions, allegedly to save mankind, trying to go to Mars, and refusing to spend a dime to save our planet, which is the only realistic thing to do do. Increasing our problem with energy and pollution by sending rockets to the space when the actual question is should we still get on a plane.
Or being antivax and trying to make sense that 0.0000001% chance of death or big problem is bigger than 1 to 10 or more % to get the disabiliting disease the vaccine is fighting against. Not counting that in the first case tey are only thinking of their own risks when in the second it can save hundreds to millions of peoples.
Is that normal?
Always thought the higher morale and the subsequent normality should be “my liberty stops where the liberty of others starts” and not “fuck the others because they are trying to fuck you”.
Hummmm.. I’ve been a bit carried away, haven’t I?
So what did you asked? Sour sandwiches? Err…. why? Is that the good answer?
And what goofy thing I did in my youth… let me think… Oh yeah, I drove tractors! Which? You surely asking yourselves. I would say I rather fancied John Deere’s.
And as always, be normal: continue to be weird !
Regis,
I just want to reassure you that it is perfectly normal to like tractors. I know more than one woman who has a John Deere-themed kitchen complete with curtains printed with John Deere tractors, and tractor salt and pepper shakers, tea towels, John Deere licensed dishware, etc. Around here it is common to see John Deere-themed living rooms, bedrooms, or even a man caves. I know of couples who had John Deere-themed weddings with the bride wearing a sash made of John Deere fabric and the groom wearing a vest made from John Deere fabric. Someone in our county even has a pickup truck painted up in John Deere colors and with tractor decals. So, yeah. It is perfectly normal and acceptable to like tractors if you live in a R. F. D.-type area.
Some people are just as much a fan of International tractors, though. In fact, International seems to be in competition with John Deere as to who gets the most retail space for licensed items at Tractor Supply. Nothing runs like a Deere, but why farm half when you can Farmall? 😉
My favourite sandwich is egg salad, made a little sour with a spoonful of Miracle Whip.
Something goofy I did as a kid: I collected empty toilet paper rolls. This was before curbside recycling so they were usually thrown out with the regular garbage. Our family of six generated a lot of them. When I had about a 100 of them, I glued them into a pyramid and painted the whole thing green to form a Christmas tree. It gathered dust for a while, THEN I threw it into the garbage.
Funny you should mention sandwiches at this point in time, we’ve been cutting costs by having sandwiches for dinner a few nights a week due to the rising food prices. Susan buys some good stuff for the sandwich making at the deli and it goes a long way, saving money on meals. I ‘ll go through phases with sandwiches but lately I’ve been using Ciabatta rolls toasted with either roasted turkey or turkey pastrami, tomato, provolone, lettuce, red onion and a little Italian dressing or olive oil mayo. I don’t mix it up much, maybe some nights I’ll use sharp cheddar or any of the four kinds of pickles we have in place of something. We have all the items for any sort of sandwich variety so it’s not too likely I’m having the same sandwich two nights in a row. Louise peaked my interest above with egg salad and Miracle Whip, I’m thinking of making some of that now or maybe a chicken salad!
Sometimes for lunch I get a little nostalgic and make a simple beef bologna and American cheese sandwich with just mustard. I lived on those as a kid when I made my own lunches.
As for sour sandwiches, not sure how sour this ends up in the end but I still enjoy a good liverwurst sandwich once in awhile. I think I wrote about this in the past, but I grew up eating liverwurst…my Grandmother always had it as a sandwich option when I was there. I used to call it a smelly sandwich to my Grandmother, it was liverwurst with aged Swiss cheese, Miracle Whip on one slice of sourdough bread or dark rye and horseradish on the other slice. Not the creamy horseradish sauce, but the strong prepared horseradish from a jar. Slice up red onions and tomato and maybe add a little stone ground mustard to it. I still eat these to this day and afterwards it’s guaranteed to keep anyone away.
Hands down, the goofiest shit we did as kids was make movies in the neighborhood and around our part of town using my Dad’s 8mm Bell & Howell camera. We’d dress up and use the high school nearby as a backdrop since it had stairs and long outdoor corridors. We’d do stop motion stuff so it looked like Benny Hill chases. We made stunt dummies filled with fireplace ash so when they were thrown off of the second story of the school there was a cloud of ash to obscure the dummy on the ground. One of us dressed in the same clothes as the dummy, so we would cut and take the place of the dummy only to jump up continue running as if we’d been tossed off a second story in the chase. They looked cheesy but it was so much fun doing these films. You can’t tell me someone….anyone didn’t see us doing this stuff and wonder what was wrong with us or what the hell we were doing.
Going back to even younger days, we were constantly building clubhouses from anything we could get our hands on, wood, cardboard, giant sheets of plastic or fiberglass in the field behind our house. One summer, in the field were had the idea of digging an underground tunnel where we could be cool from the Texas heat. That lasted about two hours tops before all we had was a big hole in the ground and three exhausted kids with shovels suffering from heat exhaustion. A short walk to 7-Eleven was all it took to recover and one Slurpee later it was all just a bad idea verging on a distant memory.
Hi, guys!
Banana peppers or (sometimes) jalapeno pepper slices are a nice addition that I like to add to some sandwiches when I crave a sour flavor. Sometimes, I might add a few drops of a vinegar-based hot sauce to a sandwich. It depends on what the sandwich is as to what item I add. When I grew up, many a car trip included a sack lunch consisting of baloney sandwich—buttermilk bread, a slice of American cheese, tomatoes, lettuce, cold baloney, and a dash or two of Louisiana or Frank’s Red Hot sauce. Don’t like cold baloney? Just leave it out and the sandwich is still quite delicious.
Summertime is sandwich time around here. Down south people wait with salivating anticipation for the summer and gardening season… and fresh tomatoes straight from the vine. I don’t know about the rest of the world, but the south practically lives on “mater” (pronounced may-TUR) sandwiches this time of year. White bread slathered with mayonnaise on each slice, a dash of salt and pepper on the mayo, and fresh, ripe, juicy tomato slices. Yum! Yum!
Lately, cucumber sandwiches have made it onto my weekly supper menu. They are just fine if you prepare them like the tomato sandwich, only substituting cucumbers for the tomato. Or if you want to be really fancy, you can also mix up a block of cream cheese with some mayo (or unflavored Greek yogurt), and add chopped fresh dill, garlic powder, onion powder, and salt and pepper. Mix in some diced cucumbers. Spread it on your favorite bread, add more cucumber slices or even some tomato and/or avocado slices, and you have yourself a fine, cool, and refreshing sandwich.
My goofy childhood adventures are all pretty tame and lame. Sometimes my friends and I would go into a store and talk loudly with fake accents, mine was always a really bad attempt at Scouse. A very few times, we got to go up to Nashville and visit the mall which ended up in daring each other to walk into a store and make a silly announcement, for example going into the fitness place with everyone on treadmills and loudly proclaiming “Get thee to a bakery for though art too thin!” I’m sure we must have picked up the idea (and probably that line) from a movie or television show. Reflecting back to that age, it was all seems pretty stupid now, but at the time we thought it was cool.
Ian, I am proud that you are being proactive about your health. A healthier lifestyle today will help set you up for success and a more enjoyable, active life twenty or thirty years from now. Also, if you start to find yourself bored with the same dishes, you can always ask the sneaky dragon collective mind hive for some delicious and healthful inspiration. Take care and have a great week!
Favourite sandwich, you ask?
Lately, I’ve been enjoying crunchy peanut butter, thinly sliced cucumber and black pepper, just on regular ole white bread. So simple, and so tasty.
And for a hot choice – home made chapatti, folded in half like a calzone and filled with leftover mashed potato mixed with red chilli, garlic and ginger, all finely chopped and lightly fried in a little olive oil. I actually came up with this one on my own and proudly named it the ‘tattie chapatti’ (‘tattie’ being the Scots word for ‘potato’, just in case youse didnae ken). However, it’s so good, I’m pretty sure someone else must have done it first.
Something goofy I did as a kid – still do, if the mood hits me – was to cross my eyes one at a time. I saw Anne Bancroft do it in the movie To Be or Not To Be and thought: ‘I could do that.’ And whaddya know? I could!