Pinnacle of the taco de pollo maker's art: the Frontera Fundido with salsa doÃ±a.
A couple of remarks to our treasured contributors:
â€¢ Just a reminder that the pop-up window what pops up when you comment is a harmless bug. Yes, it’s irritating, and a relentless auspice of my flawed intellect, but it’s non-fatal, and will not prevent you leaving your insightful remarks right where they belong. Please ignore it until I can figure out how to get rid of it, or at least change it to read “Fuck The Patriarchy.” Which will undoubtedly take a while.
â€¢ Thanks (and I do mean thanks) to the kind attention of established bloggers and all-around good eggs BitchPhD, Amanda, Norbizness, Lauren, Chris, Ampersand, and the Feministing girls, I Blame The Patriarchy has skyrocketed in popularity, smashing all previous blogular patriarchy-blaming records. I’m up to like 8 page views a day! But with great success comes great responsibility. So I’m auditioning various blogbots that are supposed to keep the comments free of both spam and trolls who can’t spell “feminazi.” Currently the callow young bot is set to require moderation for comments that contain (a) more than two links, (b) certain spammy idioms, and (c) the word “gisher.” Until I get the kinks worked out, the system may inadvertently throw your innocent young comment in the pokey. Do not despair. I will free it as soon as I get back from my golf game, and then we’ll throw it a party. The goal, of course, is to avoid having to make everybody register, although this may prove to be a chump’s game.
â€¢ And now for the Sentimental Goopings. You guys make me proud to be a patriarchy-blamer. Yup, it’s true. You’re witty and gallant and you understand when I cain’t post fer barfin and you’re indulgent when I inadvertently misspell Czech Republic “Czechoslovakia” and you send me emails and hats and books and shower curtains with pictures of meat on’em. You’ve all helped take the sting out of what, let’s face it, has been a fairly grueling quarter here at the Twisty Bungalow. What more–besides cash–could a gentleman farmer and spinster aunt ask from a bunch of total strangers? Thank you all for an enlightening and entertaining and highly blogulent 2005.
â€¢ Oh, and I’ve mentioned it before, but a special shout-out goes to Chris Clarke, who, with no thought for his own safety, gave the Gift of Chocolate to a gal who never cared about chocolate before. Seriously. I’m not even kidding. Those Recchiuti chockies have changed my life. I’m a fawken demon for the things. Yall gotta try’em. I’m not even kidding.