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So a couple weeks ago, I bought a big tub of sour cream.  I was making dinner for a bunch of people and we were gonna have baked potatoes.  Awesome, right?  Nomb.

We got real drunk, forgot about baked potatoes, and i end up with this giant tub of sour cream.

A couple days pass, and I see it, and I’m like, “i shouldn’t let that go to waste.  I’m gonna put that on something.”

But I wasn’t in the mood for a baked potato or mexican food.  so I’m like… “crap.”

My deepest gratitude goes out to all the brave people who’ve served our country in the armed forces (not just the Marines).  Your service and sacrifice make life at home American.  And I love it here.  Thank you. 

Of course I got my cat a Halloween costume.  The resemblance is uncanny. At this point, there is no question that my cat is part Night Fury.

So my awesome gf, Eleanor is working on the movie “Looper” in NOLA, but being the rad chick she is, sent me some pics to have fun with.

I picture Maverick (played by myself) as a Maverick chef, no measuring, no rules.  Just great instincts and awesome food.

I get sent to Top Chef because, although Cougar’s fusion cuisine was the best, he couldn’t handle the pressure cooker.  So me and my sous chef Goose (a pro at fowl dishes) head out.  We meet the others, like Sliders, Baster, Triper, and the best of the best, Ice Cream Man.

Goose dies in a baking accident, and I have to find a way to carry on.  I meet a hot restaurateur chick, only to find out she is one of my teachers.  she loves my no rules cooking and we bang.  She comments on how reckless I am with very expensive truffles and such.

After defeating the communists in a cook-off, I return to Top Chef as a teacher.

It writes itself…

– Ice Cream Man: “You can be my sous chef anytime.”  Maverick: “Bullshit.  You can be mine.”

– Mav: “That’s right.  Ice…Cream… Man.  I am dangerous.”

– Mav: “On the count of three, we’re gonna saute.  3-2-1… SAUTE!”

Mav: Kitchen, this is Ghost Rider requesting a fryby.  Kitchen Boss Johnosn: That’s a negative, Ghost Rider, the oven is full.

– Mav: You don’t have time to think in there.  If you think, you’re dead.

– Mav: Too close for tongs, I’m switching to spatula.

I know this is posted below, but I'm still learning how to do this stuff.

It was awesome.  I’ve pretty much done it every year over Memorial Day and Labor Day weekends since I was born, like most of America.  I (Devin) found this great place up in the mountains in Los Padres National Forest.  It’s quiet, next to a beautiful creek, and it’s surrounded by mountains and trees.  Pics

It’s pretty unreal that a place like that exists.  Some people like to go hiking and stuff when they go camping.  I like to sit in a creek and drink beer.

So I’m trying to add all my other blog stuff to this one so I can have all my shit in the same spot.  It’ll be, and it will feature my blog, and all of my writing, my resumes, all my acting stuff, and my fun little projects I make, like the gf flowchart, or the kittens and demons poster.  I hope it gets me a job– i mean, I hope you like it.

Thanks for reading and telling your friends to read.  Love Ryan

First, if you understand the title to this post, then we’d probably get along very well.

I wanted to take this opportunity to compare and contrast these two highly culturally significant icons of the eighties. Seriously, they were, right?


We’ll start with .38 Special. I mean, their melodic rock hits, although somewhat poppy, were catchy as all hell. You might remember such smash hits as Hold on Loosely, and Caught Up In You. But don’t forget about this rad video:

Hold on Loosely is especially important. It’s just so damn true. Not bad for some Florida boys who, although often labeled as Southern Rock, or Arena Rock icons, I like to refer to them as “Camaro Rock”. I place them in the top three classic examples of Camaro Rock, sandwiched in between Molly Hatchet and Eddie Money.

Now for Today’s Special. I hope everybody remembers this show. It featured Jeff Hyslop as Jeff, a mannequin at a department store that came to life when he put on a magic hat and a mouse puppet named Muffy uttered the magic words “Hocus Pocus Alamagocus.” wow. I just read that sentence…

It’s not as weird as it sounds. It was just Canadian. That kind of stuff happens there. It was a children’s show that ran from 1982-1987, and featured storylines that revolved around guest characters or objects that interact with the main characters and end up teaching the viewers a lesson. The lessons ranged from alcoholism to hats. It was a broad range of subject matter. The main characters are as follows:

Jeff: The dancing magic mannequin man is very sensitive and enjoys illustrating life lessons through his own learning experiences. These qualities, along with being a mannequin, makes it safe to assume he had no actual boy parts.

Jodie: The store display setter-upper often enlists the aid of her friends to help her set up her displays at the store. In exchange, she helps them with their issues.

Sam Crenshaw: The clumsy old puppet security guard. Every show should have one of these. He’s like a grandpa.

Muffy Mouse: The ditsy mouse puppet is the smurfett of the show. She only speaks in rhyme, and is responsible for bringing Jeff to life when she says “Hocus Pocus Alamagocus.” She rides a scooter and loves snacks.

So here we have it. The show, while never reaching the popularity 38 Special did, has a lot going for it. It teaches kids life lessons via an androgynous mannequin and some puppets. The band just makes you wanna grab box of Coors Light and hang out on the hood of your Camaro and have some good old fashioned glory days. So pretty equal right? Well if it’s close, here’s the clincher:

That’s right. In case you forgot, 38 Special did the theme song to Revenge of the Nerds 2: Back to Paradise. … and they’re named after a gun.

Sorry, Today’s Special. .38 Special is more special. Hold on Loosely ftw.

this charming 2.5 bedroom 1.5 bath is awesome. And I can’t afford it while I pay my own rent. This place rocks, and it was a good idea at the time. We had lots of fun there, and it’s not a bad place. Yard, garage, huge kitchen, laundry, and a tiny basement. It’s in a sweet neighborhood, and is perfect for rock and roll, and beer. Go check it out, then sign a lease, and pay me to live there. You’ll love it. seriously.