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Good beer: I'll say Piraat. That's a good one. I'm always looking to try new beers though Cheap beer: Natural Light
What's on your favorite t-shirt?
Did you play sports growing up? if so, which ones?
Tee-ball for a little while, then I switched to soccer and stuck with that until high school. Ran cross-country for a couple years after that
How many Bonnaroos have you attended?
Every one starting in 2009. That's five
What was your best festival experience outside of Bonnaroo?
Probably the first Life is Good festival back in 2010. Galactic, trombone shorty, Ozomatli, grace potter, ziggy marley, and ben harper over 2 days (sleeping in my own bed)
Which city that you've visited was your favorite, and why?
I always have a good time in NYC, but I think i'll say chicago for this one. Good food, good public transportation, good baseball stadiums. Good other stuff. I road tripped there from Pittsburgh one year with a few friends and we almost won a free trip to Vegas to compete in the World Series of Beer Pong
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It is now August in my spiritual homeland of New Zealand, so it's time to pass the torch.
I'm proud to introduce the next board member of the month. As I said, he's a unique weasel
Well first, as you can clearly see from the pictures, pie has a bottom crust and can be served in appealing wedges, while cobbler has no bottom crust and gets scooped, sans-dignity, into a bowl like some sort of dessert stew. Pie is a little more socially versatile in this regard, plus you can make banana-creme or key-lime pies, which, if you tried to replicate as a cobbler, would just be pudding.
More importantly, the "crusts" are completely different in pie and cobbler. In pie, you're working almost exclusively with butter and flour, attempting to create flaky layers similar to a french pastry. Cobbler dough, meanwhile, incorporates milk and more closely resembles a southern biscuit. Regarding the picture you posted, I'm not sure why someone would put a lattice top on a cobbler, I would expect that's more of a lazy person's pie rather than a true cobbler.
Finally, again as you can clearly see from the picture, in a cobbler the fruit touches the bottom of the dish, exposing it to more or less direct heat while cooking and producing a flavor akin to caramalization. The advantage of fruit pies, meanwhile, is the ability to seal the fruit into the pie and let it soften in its own steam while you cook it. This obviously isn't necessary for all fruits (peaches), but if you can find me an apple cobbler that isn't dried out, firm and gross, I will declare you a witch.
I never understood men who don't shampoo the beard. You already have your hands up there doing work, it's like 5 extra seconds of sudsy goodness and you're left with a soft, yet firm, face rug.
What was your worst drunken hookup failure? Please describe in graphic detail.
The details of this are pretty fuzzy and pieced together from friends' accounts but here goes.
It was my junior prom and I had gone with a girl I wasn't very attached to in any way (I had actually asked her only a few weeks earlier in Panama City while heavily under the influence of sun and spiced rum -- a drink I have never been able to stomach since that trip). We all went to this little get-together afterwards and I started drinking and getting high and completely and utterly destroying any chances I had of connecting with this girl (something I wasn't particularly concerned about as she was a chief member of the 'god squad' at school.
A bunch of us decided to take the party elsewhere and we went to this girl's house who was throwing like a joint party with her brother and his friends (my date stayed behind). I ended up meeting this girl, a friend of the party host's brother. We hung out, partied, and eventually made our way to the hot tub. This is about when things get really hazy but basically as we were making out and fondling each other's genitals (sorry Horn that's as graphic as I'm gonna get), she, for some g*ddamn reason asks me if I remember her name. I basically just chuckled and tried to keep the proceedings alive, she persisted, and I guessed the wrong name.
What was your worst drunken hookup failure? Please describe in graphic detail.
The details of this are pretty fuzzy and pieced together from friends' accounts but here goes.
It was my junior prom and I had gone with a girl I wasn't very attached to in any way (I had actually asked her only a few weeks earlier in Panama City while heavily under the influence of sun and spiced rum -- a drink I have never been able to stomach since that trip). We all went to this little get-together afterwards and I started drinking and getting high and completely and utterly destroying any chances I had of connecting with this girl (something I wasn't particularly concerned about as she was a chief member of the 'god squad' at school.
A bunch of us decided to take the party elsewhere and we went to this girl's house who was throwing like a joint party with her brother and his friends (my date stayed behind). I ended up meeting this girl, a friend of the party host's brother. We hung out, partied, and eventually made our way to the hot tub. This is about when things get really hazy but basically as we were making out and fondling each other's genitals (sorry Horn that's as graphic as I'm gonna get), she, for some g*ddamn reason asks me if I remember her name. I basically just chuckled and tried to keep the proceedings alive, she persisted, and I guessed the wrong name.
The only stuffed animal I own is this little Snoopy-wearing-a-bunny-costume. It was our family dog's toy and I slept with it the night we had to put her down and I've kept it ever since.
Worst injury you've ever had?
I've been pretty lucky in this regard, I guess, especially considering how active of a kid I was. The worst was probably one day I was riding my bike and this van came flying around the corner in the wrong side of the road and I had to slam the brakes really fast. I flew over my handle bars and landed directly on my face. I was cut up really badly and lost some teeth in addition to cracking my two front teeth. That was certainly the most painful, at least.
Next trip you are going to take?
Asheville for Mountain Oasis!
Last time you got stopped by a cop or pulled over?
I've only been pulled over three times in my life and they've all been within the past twelve months (two of them on the same road for going the same speed, embarrassing). The last time was probably March; I was on my way to school and was clocked at 50 in a 35. The cop of course clocked me at the bottom of a hill.
Do you collect anything? If so, what?
Do MP3s count? I guess you could say I collect vinyl. I have probably 400-500 LPs.
What's been your favorite Halloween costume?
I went to Charleston for Halloween a few years ago to see Pretty Lights dressed as Bender from Futurama. It was pretty awesome -- I rigged up the whole thing with aluminum foil and poster board, with a giant bowl for the helmet. It was right after Michael Jackson died and I drew his head in one of those jars they have on the show inside Bender's compartment.
The costume completely fell apart as the night progressed and I couldn't see a damn thing so I ended up being the dude at the show dressed head to toe in grey long johns.
you wore that all the way to Charleston?
how manty times have you seen 311?
has anything you've seen since surpassed GYBE? or Circa Survive, since you said that was the best show you had ever seen?
what's the worst band you have seen live?
what's your favorite record in your vinyl collection?
why do you try to avoid all of us now at fests/shows?
Post by crazykittensmile on Aug 5, 2013 11:43:45 GMT -5
Apparently you love the hell outta some Futurama. What are 4 of your other favorite TV shows? Rank all 5 in order. What do you want to do when you grow up? When are you coming back to Coachella?
Oprah Winfrey, Barbara Walters, Michelle Obama. You have to quack one, marry one, kill one. Explanations are needed. Go.
F*ck: Michelle Obama. Duh.
Marry: Oprah, because, well, money.
Kill: Barbara Walters, just because she's the odd woman out. She's pretty old, too, so I wouldn't have to feel super guilty about putting the old bird down.