A Completely Legitimate Scientific Study

 

It is best to have Jurassic Park theme music playing whilst reading this Clog post.  Whether you prefer  "Helicopter Majestically Circling Tropical Landing Pad" or "Dr. Malcolm Staring in Disbelief at a Real Living Breathing Dinosaur, makes no difference as long as the mood is properly set.  Now we may proceed with addressing one of the most notoriously aggravating conundrums to plague the scientific world.  Hours upon hours of laborious effort has been expended to solve the mystery of which came first, the bush or the tree.  Leading scientists in the field of shrubbery have spent many a sleepless night analyzing fossilized root, bone and semen samples, but to no avail.  Due to cut backs on government spending, 2016 is the year that almost saw the bush tree study put to an end.  That is, until German scientist Otto Van Clogstein, after taking several hits of acid, discovered a cave painting dating back to 420 B.C. that reveled the answer.

The bush existed on the earth long before the tree, and only evolved into its taller form to better feed long necked herbivores.  Do not attempt to fact check any of this with Wikipedia, just take my word for it.          

A Tale of Three Wieners

A little over a year has passed since my beloved Tommy's left me, and I am still in mourning.  While I am convinced nothing will ever replace her Taco Tuesdays I held so dear, in no way does it mean I have completely given up all hope on bar food themed days.  Attending Wiener Wednesdays at The Bears for me is like getting back out in the dating scene after a horrific break up.

I must admit that once again throwing myself into the bar food game has gone much smoother than expected.  With a big steaming crock pot full wieners and a vast array of condiments to slather on them how can you go wrong!?  I have also come to the shocking realization the you can learn just about everything there is to know about a person by what condiments they adorn their hotdog with.  I have devised a game to see if you the reader can match the hot dog to the human.  Hot dogs will have numbers, the humans will have letters, and the answers will be at the bottom.  Good luck!

1.  Tons of wasabi mustard, onions, and relish.

2.  Couldn't be more boring.

   

3.  Hot dog is pretty much just a whiskey chaser.

A.  Nugget 

B.  Shawn

C.  CalderClog

1-C, 2-A, 3-B

Check back soon for three more contestants. 

 

The Key to a Good Time is the God Damn Lime

Spring is upon us, and it is time to start thinking about your health.

 

 The Clog lacks pie related posts like an 18th century British sailor lacks sufficient vitamin C.  Without proper nutrients sailors could contract scurvy, a disease characterized by unexplained bleeding, loss of teeth, spots on the skin, and eventual death.  I am not sure if there is a Clog equivalent of scurvy caused by lack of pie, but if you feel like you may need more vitamin C in your diet limes are the answer!

 What better way to ward off disease than with a delightfully refreshing key lime pie.  Fret not if your garnishes fail live up to the picture, I've had years of practice. 

 Wash that slice of pie down with a margarita!  The alcohol contained in this drink also has medicinal and spiritual benefits.

There is one in Every Crowd

Whether it be taking Advil, brushing with Crest, or eating Shredded Wheat, for every ten doctors surveyed there is always one who is not willing to buy into the hype.  Let's face it, nine out ten isn't too shabby, and I usually assume the odd man out resembles professor Herbert West from Re-Animator.

  This is not exactly the type of physician I am about to take cereal advice from.  However, it does make you wonder what red flag shot up for that one doctor while all the others gave said product their professional stamp of approval.  To help make sense of this quandary I have compiled a list of perfectly logical reasons why this one doctor might not show his support for a product.  In this case study let us use Shredded Wheat.

-  The doctor caught his wife sleeping with a Post Cereal employee and refuses to support the company.

 -  The doctor is simply playing devil's advocate and loves to go against his peers.

-  The doctor is on a low carb diet and only eats steak and kale.

-  As a child the doctor was a promised a toy inside a box of Shredded Wheat, and was horrified to find no such toy once the cereal was finished.

-  This doctor was raised on Kellogg's and does not intend on changing.

-  The doctor has accepted a bribe from a rival cereal company.

This is all for now, but feel free to submit your own far fetched reasons to The Clog's writing staff.


   

Getting Shitty in Nevada City

 The air had a biting chill that February morning, as I stood beneath the looming Nevada City Courthouse monolith.  I was to appear in court that day not to plead my innocence, but to demand that the late fees on my ticket be expunged.  I planned on using big fancy words like "expunge" to impress the judge.  

I surveyed other miscreants occupying the courthouse steps, curiously reading over the details of their offenses with puzzled faces and worried looks, and realized that two types of people exist in this world.  Those who prepare, and those who procrastinate.  Typically I would find myself in the later category, frantically cramming information into my skull like a bank robber stuffing a pillow case full of money.  Today my argument was carefully planned out with proper documentation from reliable sources all tightly enclosed in a manila folder.  Wearing my nicest collared shirt, I felt almost eager to stand in front of the judge, like one of those assholes in high school who wears a suit to give a presentation.  Needless to say my demands were met in full, and from that moment forward I would dedicate my life to becoming a lawyer... 

In like a Lion, out like a Lamb

An old saying claims that March is born a fierce lion bringing stormy weather, but eventually retires into lamb form with bright skies and friendly temperatures.  The lion/lamb transformation analogy also applies to the partying that takes place during this volatile month.  An onslaught of merriment consumes the first portion of the March like a stout soaked tsunami and then tappers off as April approaches.  March is like a snowball of debauchery tumbling down a mountain, growing larger every year with each new friend's birthday it absorbs along the way.  The first wave of birthdays is about to hit our unsuspecting shore like a god damn monsoon, with gale force winds sure to leave you without wallet or shirt.  Consider yourselves in the lion's den.    

Chemical Trails and Puppydog Tails,

and everything nice comes at a price.

 

The individual in this picture is Stan Garber, poet lauriete of Los Gatos.  This honor, one I thought existed only during the time of Shakespeare and Frodo Baggins, was bestowed upon him after more than six years of failed attempts.  The question I pose to you all is whether it shows stronger character to take defeat in stride and keep pressing forward, or to graciously accept a prestigious award and not fall victim to hubris.  Ponder if you will this question, knowing all the while that Stan did both.