Archive for March, 2005



How To Spell “Kyrgyzstan”

As an insufferable know-it-all, I need to get this off my chest: until this morning, I would have lost a spelling bee over Kyrgyzstan. I also would have looked pretty silly trying to point it out on a map, having previously imagined it to be an island off the coast of Florida.
Thanks to the Internet, […]

Salade Niçoise: Lunch, Or Religious Experience?

Niçoise salad with mesquite-grilled yellowfin tuna
France has contributed a thing or two to Western civilization.
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Dark Age Watch 2005

James Cameron is "somewhat offended" that closed-minded yokels can’t bear to hear the word "evolution" in a film.
So reporteth The NY Times (via IHT) with more butt-clenching, psychosis-inducing evidence that the world has gone off its nut. So far off its nut, in fact, that it can’t even see the nut anymore, because the nut […]

Mr T vs. Spaghetti Jilroy

Just one of the vital accessories that separates the men from the boys in the cut-throat world of spinster auntdom.
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American Navy Pilot Has Head Up Ass

I cannot stop making Spaghetti Jilroy
I got outside this glowing bowl of noodles while contemplating some remarks delivered by an American navy pilot on This American Life. I was only half-listening to the program, but it caught my ear when the pilot said something about how easily he sleeps at night knowing he has dropped […]

A Few Dead Serious Remarks On The Preservation Of The American Pizza Pie

Take & bake pepperoni pie from Central Market (augmented at home with onion, bell pepper, and parmesan) exhibits lameness on nearly every level: crust too thick, burned edges, gloppy center, failure to blister. Twisty wept.
A pizza must be the size of a salad plate. Its crust will be between 0.5 and 0.8 cm thick, a […]

Congress Can Kiss My Entire Black Ass

As you know, because men’s professional sport reinforces tiresome
patriarchal mores, its scandals do not compute in the Twisty brain
without some outside help. I must express my gratitude to eloquent musician/journalist Dean Minderman, who has kindly clarified for me the Congressional Baseball Steroid Hubub. He was even good enough to word the explanation in my native […]

PostSecret

Twisty’s secret is out
I like readin’ Wonkette because salaried bloggers are the greatest! It’s remarkable how when a blog is subsidized by a professional, corporate blog-publishing entity famous for porn, gossip, and sleaze, the sad spelling errors and depressing posts that begin "sorry I haven’t blogged in a while…"  just disappear!
But anyway, on Wonkette was […]

New Wave

Our first course pales in comparison to The Modern Dance
Dinner at the Twisty Bungalow rarely admits distractions, least of all those by pretentious art-rock bands. So imagine my surprise when, while listening for the first time in 25 years to this delightful Pere Ubu record, I could only nibble at this delicious fresh fruit in […]

Hairless Handjobbing Adonii Give Twisty Creeps

The boys of Outsports: big jock puts big smile on little jock’s face.
Lord knows I dig John Aravosis’ Americablog–and not least because he turned me on to the blog of Margaret Cho. But crikey, this pair of fecund, semi-erect Hitler Youths, leering from an ad in John’s sidebar, they need to get a room.
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