June 15

[Kevy Baby]

Crap: ten more posts to go.

[Kevy Baby]

You would think I could write something more creative...

[Kevy Baby]

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation, so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate, we can not consecrate, we can not hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

[Kevy Baby]

A friend - dead ringer for Darryl Hannah - worked one summer for the Carthusian monks who make chartreuse liqueur. She stayed in their worldwide sales office while the monks toiled in the factory.

As was customary, she was entitled to a small quantity of chartreuse liqueur daily as a part of her compensation. She came to enjoying this daily lift in her day with Brother Baldemar, who brought her daily allowance (though he never imbibed himself). He was one of the younger novices who was just a few months away from his 20th birthday when he could become a full-fledged monk.

Over the months, their friendship grew and they became quite close, discussing their life's goals, dreams, and philosophies. While they did not always agree, they always respected and honored each other's opinions and views.

As his 20th birthday approached, he expressed some curiosity as to what he was going to forgo in his life as part of his vows. He nervously shared that he was curious what the intimacy of a woman would be like, confessing that he wanted to experience a woman's touch just once before he sealed his vows.

It may have been that she had more than her daily allowance of chartreuse that day, but she leaned forwarded and touched her lips to the novice's. Their kiss was light and tender, but their shared passion soon warmed as she enjoyed his soft warm lips. Soon, her palms were exploring the the smooth strong back of the young curious novice and his nervous trembling hands started to tentatively touch her body.

They dismissed themselves to a little more privacy and she started to disrobe. He sat enthralled as she slowly revealed more of her ready body to him until she stood bare, exposed to his innocent eyes. She then approached him and tenderly freed him of his robes and undergarments.

Soon, the full lengths of their bodies were pressed together and she began to kiss him in a frenzied passion. He made a hungry noise and she could feel his manhood pressing against her.

He slid inside of her in one swift move. While this may have been his first time, she guided him slowly to maximize their pleasure. She looked in his eyes and saw the pure animal lust that only a man in this situation can portray. Their rhythm started slow, but their tempo naturally increased as their passion grew to a fever pitch. His inexperience melted away as he thrust his manhood to drive her pleasure to new heights; heights she never knew existed. Soon they both reached a plateau where they were lost in a haze. He lay panting on top of her, his heaving chest matching her own pace, and they slowed together in a natural harmony.

That's not the end of the story.

[Kevy Baby]

Captain's log, stardate 9522.6: I've never trusted Klingons, and I never will. I could never forgive them for the death of my boy. It seems to me our mission to escort the Chancellor of the Klingon High Council to a peace summit is problematic at best. Spock says this could be an historic occasion, and I'd like to believe him, but how on earth can history get past people like me?

[Kevy Baby]

Let me give it to you straight.

Long ago, some hipsters were digging on the Disney scene and started hanging out at one of their crash pads. But one real cool hep kitten there got the boot. So we picked up our bags and hit a new joint, but man that place was loaded with ickies who really put a funk in our groove.

Then the hipsters got wise to the fact that while Disney was cool, there was a whole swanky world out there and it was time to build our own digs – the Lounge of Tomorrow, where we could groove on Disney and all the other swank and hip things of the world.

We’re cool with those other Disney pads; a lot of swank hipsters still hang there. This place is extra, it’s the side of bacon – and we like it that way.

If you want to be hip to our swank manifesto – here’s what you gotta know:

[Kevy Baby]

After leaving the hit program Miami Ink because of a dispute with her fellow cast members, Kat Von D moved back to Los Angeles to open her own tattoo shop and was offered a spin off show. Initially, she hired her close friend Amber "Pixie" Acia to be the shop manager, and her good friend Corey Miller as the tattoo artist. After considering many more artists for the job, Von D hired Hannah Aitchison and Kim Saigh to work for her as well. The cameras follow her as she opens the shop, while capturing everything that unfolds in between.

[Kevy Baby]

Ooh ooh

We're no strangers to love
You know the rules and so do I
A full commitment's what I'm thinking of
You wouldn't get this from any other guy
I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

We've known each other for so long
Your heart's been aching but
You're too shy to say it
Inside we both know what's been going on
We know the game and we're gonna play it
And if you ask me how I'm feeling
Don't tell me you're too blind to see

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

(Ooh, give you up)
(Ooh, give you up)
(Ooh)
Never gonna give, never gonna give
(Give you up)
(Ooh)
Never gonna give, never gonna give
(Give you up)

We've know each other for so long
Your heart's been aching but
You're too shy to say it
Inside we both know what's been going on
We know the game and we're gonna play it

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

[Kevy Baby]

Fellow Citizens:

I am again called upon by the voice of my country to execute the functions of its Chief Magistrate. When the occasion proper for it shall arrive, I shall endeavor to express the high sense I entertain of this distinguished honor, and of the confidence which has been reposed in me by the people of united America.

Previous to the execution of any official act of the President the Constitution requires an oath of office. This oath I am now about to take, and in your presence: That if it shall be found during my administration of the Government I have in any instance violated willingly or knowingly the injunctions thereof, I may (besides incurring constitutional punishment) be subject to the upbraidings of all who are now witnesses of the present solemn ceremony.

[Kevy Baby]

INGREDIENTS

6 slices good-quality smoky bacon, such as applewood smoked bacon
Salt and pepper
1 pound whole wheat short-cut pasta
2 skinless chicken breasts, lightly pounded
Extra virgin olive oil (EVOO), for drizzling
1/2 teaspoon smoked sweet paprika
4 tablespoons butter
1 large onion, quartered lengthwise and very thinly sliced
2 rounded tablespoons flour
1/2 cup cloudy apple cider or chicken stock
2 cups whole milk
2 tablespoons fresh thyme, chopped
Freshly grated nutmeg, to taste
1 1/2 cups shredded extra-sharp white cheddar cheese
1 cup Gruyère cheese, shredded
Chopped flat leaf parsley or celery greens, for garnish

PREPARATION
Pre-heat the oven to 375°F.

Arrange the bacon on a slotted broiler pan or on a rack placed over a baking sheet and bake until crisp, about 15 minutes. Chop and reserve. Switch on the broiler and position the rack in the center of the oven.

Bring a pot of water to a boil. Salt it, add the pasta and cook for 1 minute less than the instructions indicate, or until just shy of al dente. Drain and return to the pot.

While the pasta is working, heat a grill pan or cast iron griddle over medium-high heat. Drizzle the chicken with EVOO to coat lightly, then season evenly with paprika, salt and pepper. Grill the chicken for about 10 minutes, turning occasionally. Transfer to a cutting board and halve the pieces lengthwise, then thinly slice them crosswise.

While the chicken cooks, melt the butter in a medium size saucepan over medium heat. Add the onion and cook until light golden brown and very soft, 15-20 minutes. Sprinkle in the flour and stir for 1 minute. Whisk in the cider (or stock), then add the milk. Bring to a boil and cook, whisking, until the sauce coats the back of a spoon, 3-4 minutes. Add the thyme and season with salt, pepper and nutmeg. Stir in the cheese until melted.

Add the chicken, bacon and sauce to the pasta and transfer to a casserole. Broil until bubbling and browned, about 5 minutes. Garnish with parsley or celery greens.

Serves 6