These dudes are bad. Bad clothes. Bad hair. Bad attitudes.
From the secret files of The Kitsch Bitsch ... we present ... The Unbelievables!
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
They Can't All Be Winners
Of course, not all our inventions are spot on successes, you know.
Let me showcase a few that didn't cut the mustard* ...
"Light Up That Fag" was plagued with all sorts of faulty issues. (The invention moniker being one of them.) Developed for smokers to partake while out in the rain, the little umbrella kept catching fire or blowing over in the wind (attempts to sturdy the pole of the umbrella at the time were met with heavier and heavier materials, thus advancing jaw aches), storage issues when not in use and more glitches I'd rather not go into.
As well, "Double Your Enjoyment" did nothing but dramatically shorten the life of cigarettes. Additionally, the filtering system used often caused one smoker to inhale the other's exhalations. (*eewwwww*)
"Curly Bed" was a smash hit at first ... until people started stretching in their sleep, falling to the floor and being awakened violently. (Eventually, more than a few emergency room visits were the nail in the coffin for this product.)
The "Kick and Catch" (the at-the-time latest and greatest in innovative exercise and fishing accouterments) kept getting caught in swimmers' bathing gear. And, if you used them sans swim trunks, there was always the possibility other "things" might end up on the business side of a hook, if you know what I mean.
"The Hammerhead"® allowed construction workers to pound nails not only in a single swipe but with 99.6% accuracy. Additional attachments (the "boom and gone" snap on bonus attachment seen in the photo above) allowed for effortless demolition projects. Overall? Pretty nifty. Unfortunatley, severe concussions were an ongoing issue.
"Insta-Bald" gave users the immediate gratification of seeing what they would look like bald. But it was discovered this was a one-use product; once donned, there was no reason to go back for seconds. ("Good grief! I look terrible bald!)
The "Kid Cry Crusher" needed more R&D ...
... and "Shower Hood" users were often subject to too many accidental deaths from asphyxiation.
"Keep My Soup Crackers Crispy, Bub!" was a failure from the start ...
... and "Stick It, Butter!" found itself too popular, resulting in unprecedented high cholesterol rates.
I know what you're saying: "I can hardly wait to see what Clark has for us tomorrow, Unbelievaguys!"
Right?
*Whose ideas were these? Was it one single Unbelievable ... or was it a collaboration of Jeff, Clark and myself? Did two of us put our heads together and come up with that first one? With a different gentleman taking the place of another for Butter Stick? I'm not telling ...
Monday, November 30, 2015
We're Inventive
One thing you may or may not know about us Unbelieva-chaps is that in our spare time (which is few and far between, let me tell ya) we like to tinker with ideas and invent stuff. The same creative blue sky out-of-the-box thinking that leads us to create remarkable weaponry or insane defensive skills (such as the memorable Lobster Rage Fist) also helps us to invent things that can be used by the general public, hi-tech businesses or even law enforcement agencies. Here's a few exciting examples of ones I myself have created.
The guys will tell you all about some of their inventions later in the week. Meantime, I'm off to strap myself to the front fender of a school bus - we're doing a Partridge Family reboot in which the bus is involved in a high-speed chase against Henry Rollins and Haley Joel Osment across Nevada.
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| Want to open a motel but strapped for cash? Get a few old caravans and trailers for cheap and weld them together. Then simply sit back and let the money roll in. You are welcome. |
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| The 'Motor-Cage' lets motorcycle cops cuff'em and stuff'em just like the guys in the cruisers. Just a simple sidecar conversion and you are good to go. |
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| Another simple sidecar conversion, and covert surveillance now comes on three wheels. I call this one the "Motor-Rollei", geddit? Anyone? Is this thing on? |
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| Joshua Heap and Company bought my design for an apple peeler-corer-slicer, but then went ahead and did something completely different with it. Ah well, I got paid, so everyone was happy. |
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| Here's a preview of my "Robo-Gyno" design for busy obstetricians - still a work in progress, but it's got potential. |
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| (Not sure what this is doing here.) |
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| What can I tell ya? They've downsized. |
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Cheers!
As one third of The Unbelievables, for me half the fun of the cooking process leading up to Thanksgiving itself is the socialization. The preparation of all things edible demands discussion ... suggestion ... and the display and implementation of the vast knowledge gained during comestible formation. (More fun? Passing along some of those culinary tricks and recipes, too.)
While Clark got us stuffed and Jeff breaded us, in the same (sort of) vein it rests on my shoulders to put the cheer in everyones' "Cheers!"
Yep ... I'm talking cocktails.
Sure, you can uncap your favorite brew or pop the cork on a bottle of wine, but where's the adventure in that? With a minimal of effort you can put a few imbibical concoctions to task and wow guests who have gathered in your home to mooch a free meal! Added bonus! The processes involved in putting these aperitifs together are so simple even our "directionally challenged" foes can whip them up. Here we go ...
Sangria. Who doesn't like sangria? (No one I know of.) It's a no-brainer to elevate this popular fruity wine into a tasty cocktail ...
Ingredients:
Carlo Rossi Sangria (Available in various size bottles as well as humongous jug containers practically guaranteed to prevent running out!)
Squirt
orange juice
crushed ice
fruit garnish: slices of orange / lime / lemon, strawberry or, really, whatever trips your fancy
Directions: Into a tall glass with ice, fill 3/4 full with sangria. Add Squirt and orange juice in equal measure to top off the glass. Stir. Add fruit garnish directly into mix. (Or get all fancy and arrange on the glass rim. Fancified!) Makes 1 serving. You can also make a full pitcher (or more!) portioning the ingredients accordingly.
Ginger Cocktail (Not for redheads only!) Perfect for Thanksgiving, the night before Thanksgiving, during dessert, Black Friday morning inspiration, whatever.
Ingredients:
2 fresh cranberries, washed and patted dry
2 pieces crystallized ginger
2 ounces chilled cranberry juice or its varieties
Chilled prosecco or champagne
Directions: Add cranberries and ginger to decorative champagne flute, add cranberry juice. Top with prosecco or champagne. Makes 1 serving.
Classic Cape Codder
Ingredients:
6 ounces chilled cranberry juice
1 1/2 ounces vodka
1 lime wedge
Directions: Pour liquids into a tall glass filled with ice. Squeeze lime into mixture and stir. Makes 1 serving.
See? Incredibly simple stuff. You'll be a hero! And ... ply your guests (or that annoying relative who does nothing but complain) with enough pre-dinner drinks and they'll forget all about the fact you forgot to make a green bean casserole with those crunch onions on top.
Skoal!
And Happy Thanksgiving from The Unbelievables ... !!!
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Get Saucy
Today it's my turn to share my culinary pièce de resistance, my coup de grâce, my je ne sais quoi... and for me, being English born and raised, it's not about the turkey, the veg or the potatoes, it's about sauce. Cranberry is well-known to most Americans, so I'll focus on my favourite sauce, which is also dead easy.
It's called bread sauce and this is because it is the sole remaining remnant of medieval cookery that we Brits still make on a regular basis.
You see, back in the day, medieval cooks would use up day-old bread by adding the breadcrumbs to sauce in order to thicken them. Sensible idea - waste not, want not.
Bread sauce is made with milk, onion, cloves, butter and bread. Here's what you do.
I take a couple of decent-sized onions, cut off the tops and bottoms and peel them. Then, take some cloves and use them to stud the onions in a ring around each one, about a third of the way up the side. Sit the studded onions in a saucepan and fill it with milk to about two-thirds of the way up the side of the onions, and then simmer on a low heat until the onions are soft. This is the bit that throws people off now - discard the onions. What you have now is hot milk infused with clove and onion flavour.
Take some slices of white bread and remove the crust, then break the slices into little pieces and add to the hot milk. Stir every so often till you get a sort of thick custardy consistency, then take a potato masher and mash the mixture a few times to break up any large bread pieces. Add a knob of butter and stir in. Et voila! Bread sauce! The best thing for turkey and taters, believe you me. Try it, you'll wonder how you ate turkey without it.
If that sounds too complicated, you can buy bread sauce mix in a packet, ready-made, but really, how lazy are you?
How about you just go all-out and open a can of something made by Dinty Moore?
Better still, just skip straight to the after-dinner drinks - here's a good one to get you going, a recipe by that famous English loon, Fanny Cradock.
Churchwarden
1 lemon
6 cloves
1 bottle red wine
1 pint weak tea
Stick cloves in lemon and bake in oven at Gas Mark 1/4 or 225F until light brown. Heat wine, dunk lemon in and add hot tea and sugar. When sugar is dissolved, raise heat to just below boiling and serve.
Cheers (hic)!
It's called bread sauce and this is because it is the sole remaining remnant of medieval cookery that we Brits still make on a regular basis.
You see, back in the day, medieval cooks would use up day-old bread by adding the breadcrumbs to sauce in order to thicken them. Sensible idea - waste not, want not.
Bread sauce is made with milk, onion, cloves, butter and bread. Here's what you do.
I take a couple of decent-sized onions, cut off the tops and bottoms and peel them. Then, take some cloves and use them to stud the onions in a ring around each one, about a third of the way up the side. Sit the studded onions in a saucepan and fill it with milk to about two-thirds of the way up the side of the onions, and then simmer on a low heat until the onions are soft. This is the bit that throws people off now - discard the onions. What you have now is hot milk infused with clove and onion flavour.
Take some slices of white bread and remove the crust, then break the slices into little pieces and add to the hot milk. Stir every so often till you get a sort of thick custardy consistency, then take a potato masher and mash the mixture a few times to break up any large bread pieces. Add a knob of butter and stir in. Et voila! Bread sauce! The best thing for turkey and taters, believe you me. Try it, you'll wonder how you ate turkey without it.
If that sounds too complicated, you can buy bread sauce mix in a packet, ready-made, but really, how lazy are you?
How about you just go all-out and open a can of something made by Dinty Moore?
Better still, just skip straight to the after-dinner drinks - here's a good one to get you going, a recipe by that famous English loon, Fanny Cradock.
Churchwarden
1 lemon
6 cloves
1 bottle red wine
1 pint weak tea
Stick cloves in lemon and bake in oven at Gas Mark 1/4 or 225F until light brown. Heat wine, dunk lemon in and add hot tea and sugar. When sugar is dissolved, raise heat to just below boiling and serve.
Cheers (hic)!
Monday, November 23, 2015
Unbelieva-Thanks, 2015!
The holiday season is upon us once again and we're in full celebration mode. Even Jeff, who is British and legally not allowed to have Thanksgiving because they lost the war. But he simply loves the whipped potatoes too much to exclude him.
Which brings me to this week's theme: We, The Unbelievables, are going to share our favorite recipes with you! These are the actual recipes we will be using when we prepare this year's feast for Marissa's Home for Wayward Showgirls
Which brings me to this week's theme: We, The Unbelievables, are going to share our favorite recipes with you! These are the actual recipes we will be using when we prepare this year's feast for Marissa's Home for Wayward Showgirls
CLARK'S UNBELIEVA-STUFFING!
INGREDIENTS
- 1 lb breakfast sausage
- 3/4 cups margarine, melted
- 3/4 cup finely diced onion
- 1 1/2 cups chopped celery
- 8 cups, soft bread cubes, divided
- 3 teaspoons poultry seasoning
- 1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper
- Place sausage in a large, deep skillet; cook over medium-high heat until evenly brown, about 10 minutes. Remove sausage from the skillet and let drain on paper towels. Combine melted margarine with the sausage drippings until there is 1 cup of drippings and margarine combined.
- Cook and stir onion and celery in the margarine-dripping mixture in the same skillet over medium heat until onion is tender but not browned, about 10 minutes . Stir in about 1/3 of the bread cubes. Pour onion mixture into a large bowl and stir in remaining bread cubes, sausage, poultry seasoning, and pepper. Mix well.
- Insert stuffing into the turkey's gaping orifice and throw the turkey in the oven . Or use a casserole dish, cover it with tin foil, and bake in the oven at 325°F for 30 minutes. Then take off the foil and bake it another 15 minutes.
- While waiting for it to cook, go over to Henri Petit's house and put some rotten eggs in his mailbox.
- Get back home and take a phone call from an upset Henri Petit, saying "Why would you do that? It's Thanksgiving!"
- Reply with "Do what, you disgusting, mewling, cabbage-headed infant? I'm over here making stuffing."
- Hang up when he says "I saw you, you dolt! And for the thousandth time, I AM NOT A..."
This recipe serves you and 11 hungry showgirls. Increase ingredients proportionately if you have more showgirls.
Friday, November 20, 2015
Hot Roddin'
The Unbelievabase, sometime yesterday morning. Breakfast is on the table.
MICHAEL: So, any word on Rod and The Conductor?
CLARK: Nada. Zip. Smoke. Nuttin'. Not a peep. Nary a flicker on the radar scope. Not heard a word. No--
JEFF: We get it! I have, however, done some research--
C: Wikipedia, Ask Jeeves, Bing...
J: THANK you, yes, Wikipedia etc., (ahem) and I can safely say that with the combined age of The Conductor, Ryūzō and The Seven Henchmen being approximately 636, depending on whose birth certificates are accurate, Rodders should have comparatively little difficulty escaping their clutches.
M: So... we don't need to worry?
J: No.
C: And the ransom?
J: Paid.
CLARK,MICHAEL: How?
J: I know it sounds almost impossible to believe, but we have Kip The Mail Boy to thank.
C: Oh come ON! That little snot-nose?! What the--
J: Believe it or not, but all this time working as our mail boy has had a positive effect on Kip. He has learned how to hack computers.
M: You're putting me on.
C: On what planet exactly?!
J: On this one, mi amigos. I sorta... suggested to Kip that perhaps he could hack into the finances of a very rich, very stupid person and use their money to procure the ransom. After all, being very rich, a transaction like that would be a drop in the bucket. And being very stupid, they wouldn't think to look.
M,C: Come on though! Rich and stupid, sure, but still a person...
J: Not a good person. Not a nice person. A rich, dumb asshole who deserves to be stolen from.
M: Oh, an asshole. That makes it alright then.
DOOR KNOCKS.
J: I believe I'll get that.
Jeff opens door to reveal Rod Stewart, alive and well.
ROD: Alright lads?
M, C: Hi Rod! What the heck?!
ROD: Relax, guys. Although I could have easily overpowered Ryūzō and The Seven Henchmen, not to mention The Conductor, the ransom got paid and I just walked out, but not before hiring Ryūzō and The Seven Henchmen to be my staff. They're all great cooks (Pan-Asian Fusion is the best!) and Ryūzō himself is now my chief bodyguard. I had them clean out my attic for old spare bits of railway track, gave that to The Conductor, and then made my way here.
M, C: Wow.
M: That explains that, then.
C; Yeah, except for one thing. The name of the rich, dumb asshole Kip hacked?
J: (slyly grinning) Oh, I'm sure if you think hard enough, you can come up Trumps.
ALL: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
MICHAEL: So, any word on Rod and The Conductor?
CLARK: Nada. Zip. Smoke. Nuttin'. Not a peep. Nary a flicker on the radar scope. Not heard a word. No--
JEFF: We get it! I have, however, done some research--
C: Wikipedia, Ask Jeeves, Bing...
J: THANK you, yes, Wikipedia etc., (ahem) and I can safely say that with the combined age of The Conductor, Ryūzō and The Seven Henchmen being approximately 636, depending on whose birth certificates are accurate, Rodders should have comparatively little difficulty escaping their clutches.
M: So... we don't need to worry?
J: No.
C: And the ransom?
J: Paid.
CLARK,MICHAEL: How?
J: I know it sounds almost impossible to believe, but we have Kip The Mail Boy to thank.
C: Oh come ON! That little snot-nose?! What the--
J: Believe it or not, but all this time working as our mail boy has had a positive effect on Kip. He has learned how to hack computers.
M: You're putting me on.
C: On what planet exactly?!
J: On this one, mi amigos. I sorta... suggested to Kip that perhaps he could hack into the finances of a very rich, very stupid person and use their money to procure the ransom. After all, being very rich, a transaction like that would be a drop in the bucket. And being very stupid, they wouldn't think to look.
M,C: Come on though! Rich and stupid, sure, but still a person...
J: Not a good person. Not a nice person. A rich, dumb asshole who deserves to be stolen from.
M: Oh, an asshole. That makes it alright then.
DOOR KNOCKS.
J: I believe I'll get that.
Jeff opens door to reveal Rod Stewart, alive and well.
ROD: Alright lads?
M, C: Hi Rod! What the heck?!
ROD: Relax, guys. Although I could have easily overpowered Ryūzō and The Seven Henchmen, not to mention The Conductor, the ransom got paid and I just walked out, but not before hiring Ryūzō and The Seven Henchmen to be my staff. They're all great cooks (Pan-Asian Fusion is the best!) and Ryūzō himself is now my chief bodyguard. I had them clean out my attic for old spare bits of railway track, gave that to The Conductor, and then made my way here.
M, C: Wow.
M: That explains that, then.
C; Yeah, except for one thing. The name of the rich, dumb asshole Kip hacked?
J: (slyly grinning) Oh, I'm sure if you think hard enough, you can come up Trumps.
ALL: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
What DO we know about Ryūzō and his henchmen? Plenty
Jeff: "So ... anyone know anything about these thugs The Conductor hired?"Thugs. Goons. Henchmen. Whatever you want to call them. They're all pretty much the same. Why? Well, because those who operate in the realm of muscle-for-hire are actually certified professionals. In fact, without that board certification, it is not legal for them to operate illegally in most countries and 48 of the 50 states in America (Florida and Texas, shockingly, have no standards in this area, among many, many others).
So, what do we know about Ryūzō and his crew? Basically what we know from the Fraternal Order of Underlings, Goons, Henchmen & Thugs (F.O.U.G.H.T) Standards and Practices manual...
All certified professionals must:
- Possess the ability to blindly follow orders
- Be willing to wear the uniform as determined by the boss.
- Have the ability to carry multiple sacks of loot.
- Be big and strong, yet generally kind of 'doughy' in appearance
- Remember to attack one at a time, regardless of how many of them there are.
- Learn the phrase, "Uhhh, what now, boss?"
- Not be able to hit the broadside of anything with any kind of weapon
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| "Seriously, why do we even have guns?" |
A boss tells you to do something that is sure to end with you being arrested, crippled and or dead. Your response?
- Do it.
- Incorrect.
The boss tells you to wear this as a uniform
You say:
- "What do the initials and numbers mean?"
- "Turtlenecks make me itch."
- "Whatever you say, boss."
You're emptying a bank vault. How many sacks of loot do you grab?
- One. So I have a hand free to open a door or fight if necessary.
- Two. Because that's enough.
- Four. Two in each hand.
You can lift
- Another henchman, to help him scale a wall.
- A safe.
- The rear end of a sedan.
- Whatever.
The last time you exercised...
- Haw haw! What's exercise?
- I did crunches once when a hero punched me repeatedly in my face. Well, I heard crunches.
You and six of your buddies have a hero cornered in a blind alley. You...
- Smile and politely say, "after you" to one of your colleagues.
- Dial 9 and 1 on your cell phone, knowing how this will end for you.
- Say, "All right guys, just this once let's try overpowering him by all attacking at once, using the clear and obvious advantage of our numbers to... Carl, wait! Wait! Carl!! Oh damn it,"
Something goes terribly wrong. You return to the hideout and say...
- Oy, my ribs. Such a pain I'm feeling in my torso region!
- Uhhh, what now, boss?
- You know, I tried to get everybody to attack at once, but did anybody listen to me? Noooo! Nobody ever listens to me. Especially Carl.
You spy a hero trying to sneak into your hideout. You pull out your gun and...
- Fire a warning shot harmlessly into the air. Fair is fair and safety first.
- Fire every shot in your clip at him, hitting nothing but getting the attention of nearby law enforcement officers who were just standing around doing nothing until they heard gunfire.
- Tilt it sideways and fire, gangsta-style. But hitting nothing.
- Just put it on the ground at your feet because you know what's coming.
So while we know nothing about these henchmen, we know everything we need to know about henchmen.
But what of Rod Stewart and The Conductor?!?
Jeff will tell you on Friday!
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