I'm sure this version of the HW is delicious, but honestly, to me it looks more like dessert than a drink.
That's not a putdown. Such drinks have their uses. The only complex drink I ever order at my fave sports bar is a Mudslide, which is basically a boozy chocolate milkshake. I have one whenever I allow myself a transgressive dessert.
Interesting. I turned 18 in 1976 and while I'd heard of the Harvey Wallbanger drink, I knew nothing about the whole backstory with the merch and everything. Part of it was that IIRC, in SE North Carolina where I went to high school, liquor by the drink was still against the law, although in the fall when I went off to college in upstate NY I don't remember seeing anything either.
You are right. Liquor by the drink didn’t happen in NC till the late 70’s/ early 80’s, voted in county by county - and if I’m not mistaken, there are still a few dry counties in NC. Back in the day (I’m just a little bit older than you), you brought a bottle to the restaurant if you wanted a cocktail and they sold you “setups” (soda, ginger ale or the like). So no fancy drinks. Bars sold beer and sometimes wine.
Utah had (maybe still has?) a cockamamie system where you would "join" a private "club", and thereby become eligible to be served some booze at the "club" you had just joined. Ski resorts like Alta and Snowbird had bars, I mean clubs, where the après-ski scene could carry on under Mormon eyes.
Minibottles. The volume of glass trash they created was impressive.
It was at the point in the 60s/70s that the roads leading out of NC into SC were lined with beer stands, South of The Border at Florence was notorious for them. Long about 1972 NC lowered the drinking age to 18 with predictable consequences and moved it back to 21 a couple of years later.
The history of liquor by the drink in NC is long and complicated, but as Cliff says it wasn't until sometime in the 80s I could legitimately pour a drink from a bottle.
Actually in NC you could pour a drink in the 1960s and 1970s. But you had to bring your own bottle, order a soft drink at mixed drink prices, and pour it yourself. It was called brown bagging, and usually resulted in getting more drunk than being served by a bartender. but there was a hodge podge of local laws. All liquor was and still is sold in state stores. Some counties were dry but a small town in that county could get a state liquor store. But no one in the town could sell beer or regular wine. But convenience stores could sell fortified wine like MD 20/20. Other counties had looser laws with beer sales at grocery and convenience stores at age 18 all week except Sunday morning. As far as I know liquor was always 21 and over in NC. I was 20 in 1972 and could not buy liquor legally for another year.
I grew up and went to college in FL, moved to NC after graduation when I was 21. I’m not sure they ever lowered the drinking age to 18 here (I’ll ask my younger sibs). You’re right, the liquor situation here was always weird. I believe there are still dry counties up in the mountains somewhere. Keeping Billy Bubba’s still in business! On the other hand, in these more enlightened times we now have a booming craft beer, cider, wine and distillery scene in NC.
Well, I meant me as a bartender, but your point is well taken.
As I recall, our county was at that time dry and brown bagging wasn't permitted, which added greatly to my bar's popularity.
I complained about this to one of the locals and was reminded that in our Southern Baptist majority area most folks did their drinking at home so they couldn't be caught at it.
I never understood the fortified wine thing. Mad Dog was thoroughly nasty and Thunderbird/Night Train were a guaranteed ugly hangover. I have a feeling they, like the malt liquors that came after them were primarily marketed at people for whom the lower the cost of alcohol the better, all things considered.
When I moved to California in the early 80's, the first thing I did was try and locate the state liquor store, of which there were none. The second thing I did was run down to the Alpha Beta for some beer, and was very surprised to find an entire aisle filled with table wine, and another with liquor.
It took all the restraint I had not to fill up a shopping cart with booze and take it home.
The little border towns on the NC/SC border were known for having unlicensed locals selling pints and half pints through somebody's residence side window and they weren't really picky about checking IDs and such. For reasons inadequately explored, though understandable, they were usually situated near a grocery store where you could park your car and take a quick stroll to the place in question. These became known as a Piggly Wiggly runs.
They tended to be more permissive with Black purchasers, we always took one of the Black Student Union with us to do the transaction.
I can well understand not wanting to sell illegal liquor to an underage white kid in case they turned out to be a snitch.
I think that would call for its own recipe. Unfortunately, I just emptied the vacuum cleaner that was full of cat hair, dander, and couch dust, which might’ve been a nice start. I also had some urine soaked kitty litter, the kind they make with corn cobs, that could’ve been used as a garnish on froth.
For froth, you would need to go to a really dirty creek where the water eddies up along the bank.
But in and of itself, I don’t think that’s enough. There’s a few more ingredients that are probably needed to really give this some bottom, and then, if we’ve learned nothing else at Hooper U, it is that presentation may not everything, but if neglected, the rest doesn’t matter. Perhaps served in a well used oil pan?
That sounds right and the internet agrees. I made a boatload of Wallbangers, Fudpuckers, and Sunrises in the late 70s. They fell out style not long afterward, probably because the bar owner refused to stock fresh OJ.
His rationale was that with enough liquor in the drink, the mixer doesn't really matter. When I objected I was told to take a good look at our clientele, who were honest rural folk from cotton country in eastern North Carolina. Fine, warm people, but not sophisticated.
I took him at his word and each orange juice drink I made got an extra half shot as a kind of clandestine apology.
Nobody ever complained, but my boss eventually wondered how we were going through white liquor at an accelerated pace, and I had to cut back.
The Sandhills, late 70s - early 80s. Yeah, the minibottle plague was awful.
We were a members club, where under the rules you brought your own liquor and we poured it for you. We stocked mixers and snacks and even gave you a little locker of your own.
However, the owner had a loose definition of bottle ownership and if you showed up with no liquor and were willing to deal on a cash basis we'd manage to locate a little something for you.
He had some kind of arrangement with the police and we somehow never failed an inspection.
I remember those members clubs - my dad used to go to one run by his best friend in the area. He met my future stepmother there, as a matter of fact. (This was in Wilmington, BTW. Boy, has that place changed. Whenever I go visit my sibs and have an evening by myself, I usually eat at a pretty decent French place that was, IIRC, a porno bookstore when I was in high school.)
I would swig this. It's all orange all the time! (I'm still eyeing the Aperol because it's ALL ORANGE. I know I'm gonna give in at some point.) And I'm a cream junkie. The original I would not care to touch. Eh, so basic and raw. This reminds me of Creamsicles, but with tequila!
Question: I don't know what fern bars are or for that matter, what tiki etc. is.
I wanted to have a 70s themed cocktail party & planned to make Harvey Wallbangers. No Galiano at the liquor store, was directed to 43 instead. Happy to say that I also switched out the vodka with tequila. Looking forward to making your version! Also, coffee with 43 is amazing & should be a fall themed future Wonkette Happy Hour.
What colors /aroma occur to you? I see pickled ume plums &......????! Sake. Lemongrass. Sweet something what? a syrup? What IS the most punk rock syrup anyways?!!?? This must be known.
I'm going to have to think about that for a few...your suggestions now have my mind tripping drunkenly over entirely too many potentially properly quenching options.
A few years ago, some friends introduced me to "Mini Beers." Pour Licor 43 into a shot glass so it's almost full. Top off with half-and-half. Looks like a tiny beer. Tastes like a creamsicle. Goes down very easy.
Fern bars were horrid. It was pleasant to hear that opinion echoed throughout your post. Although I have never once tasted a Harvey Wallbanger, I will ask my husband to make yours for me. SOunds delish.
In meager exchange for your free offerings to us, I offer this in return: If you want to type '70s like a pro (only really works in a serif font, not this cheap-ass sans), type the apostrophe twice and delete the first one. You'll see.
Thank you for all these wonderful cocktail recipes. May your tip jar overflow.
Eh, I'm on the fence about the whole high-fructose corn syrup issue. Regular table sugar is half fructose. The dose makes the poison, I think. Shrug. But even as a teetotaler, your posts are a highlight of my Wonkweek. Thank you :)
it’s a Screaming Harv, not up against the wall since you 86’d the Galliano, it’s a Jammy Devil since the marmalade and the Suaza are both lucky to be in there, it reminds me only, as the name of the drink always does, of the combination bar and laundromat Harvey Washbanger’s
if you know where that place is, then I don’t need to tell you, and if you don’t, I ain’t gonna
Meh recollect that my grandpa picked up a promo HW t-shirt from the liquor store that had the recipe on it. Gave it to me as a present and wore it a couple summers before my sister stole it.
I can't remember the last time paul mowed the lawn. It's quite literally been years. Now that I can't mow the lawn efficiently [I can start and push the mower around all right, but I cannot lift the bag to empty it into the yard waste bin anymore] I have to hire someone or the place is just fucking embarrassing.
It's embarrassing around here right now. I am not particularly pleased about it, either.
We just got a battery-powered weed whacker that rotates to horizontal so I can also use it to mow our postage-stamp-sized piece of lawn. Works pretty well.
The demise of the Corporation for Public Broadcasting has got me thinking about what public radio and tv were like before the Public Broadcasting Act of 1967 that created the CPB. I did some research on this when I collected original discs of old radio programs and ran into discs from a couple of public radio series aired in the 1950s.
Back then, all the stations were funded completely by universities or other tiny non-profits; they either created their own programming and the only programs that were aired by multiple stations were funded by outfits like Carnegie Melon or the Ford Foundation.
It was all a shoe-string affair. The non-profits producing the programming couldn't afford to lease network lines, so the radio shows were done on tape or disc and the tv shows on kinescope and "bicycled" from one station to another. There were only a few regular series that could obtain funding to go for more than one season. Often, especially with public television, the programming would consist of dull kinescope classroom lectures done by universities and distributed to other public tv stations.
There was some groundbreaking work here - radio stations in California did a few programs in the 50s that were some of the first to deal intelligently with LGBTQ issues and the big foundations funded some hard-hitting documentaries and series on race, Civil Rights, and women's issues in the 1960s.
The state of public broadcasting was viewed as a national scandal in the 1950s and early 60s - it was amateurish, underfunded, and unable to compete with the production values and resources available to the commercial networks. In other developed countries, educational and public programming was funded by taxpayers and playing an integral part in expanding education and information on contemporary issues that couldn't be tackled with any depth (or at all) by commercial broadcasters.
Public taxpayer funding for public broadcasting was a part of the 1964 Democratic Party platform. Even with the relatively small allocations proposed, Republicans opposed it because "free markets" and Souther racists, joining in with the Republicans, opposed it because "Black people". Evangelicals, during the Reagan years, joined in the fight against broadcasting because "homosexuals" and because non-profit public broadcasters competed against them for FM radio licenses in an increasingly crowded radio spectrum.
So, now, with Trump and MAGA, we've returned public broadcasting and media to the state it was in the 1950s - an educational resource that is underfunded, under resourced, and only kept alive by the scraps of money that can be thrown at it by non-profit foundations, individual rich donors, and listeners.
The irony is that the original idea behind the Corporation for Public Broadcasting and the plank of the Democratic platform in 1964 that eventually created it was to extend educational and informational programming to underserved communities that really needed it - rural areas.
Growing up in the 1970s in a tiny rural community in northwest North Carolina, I still remember PBS programming used as part of our curricula in school. I remember becoming an NPR listener myself. It helped me develop my natural curiosity about the world and interests that would be essential when I went to college and made a career for myself.
So, congratualtions, MAGA. You distracted yourself with racism and bigotry and resentment over the pennies you pay in taxes for public broadcasting to dismantle a key component of educating your kids to have a decent future.
Hope you relish shooting yourself and your kids in the foot.
The problem is that in several red states, the public radio or tv stations are connected with and funded partially or fully by universities and the stations will be one of the first things to go in a funding crisis. There are still many rural areas where Internet is expensive or really spotty, so access online isn't an option.
I need to send Governor Ferguson a letter proposing precisely THAT.
However, when the more financially capable Blue states work together to produce such insightful, innovative public programming you know the Fetid Fascist is going to find the means to maliciously interfere with their efforts.
A civil war is brewing in this country. It's going to get really fucking ugly around here.
As a retired sleep tech, thanks for sticking with it. If you had seen things from my end there wouldn't be any grudging about it. "The horror! The horror!"
Back when the Little Ol' Lady Cat was just Little Lady Cat, she was renowned throughout the neighborhood for her ferocity. We took her in from the alley during one of 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 winters.
Mighty Blue, 23 pounds, thought that he would explain 𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 to the 7 pound girl...
He learned a thing or two that day and remembers after all these years. The old girl is ~19, and not a physical cat no more, but she still owns the place...
Seriously, let’s capitalize on the Route 66 centennial and glue rocks together in the shape of cats and just cat out in the desert and everybody will BNB at Energy Cats bc there is nowhere else to stay and National Parks trips cost $3000 a head.
And you KNOW the characters that show up are gonna be soo interesting! Like the financial/locational/family post-cultural flotsam & jetsam! Our bulletin boards are gonna be very intriguing. I AM SO INTO THIS
I’ll let you handle those people. I am into the engineering and (seriously) mtb trails, cultural, eco and geological stuff (mines, former Rt 66 easements and trail access). Also, making money and creating wonkspace.
I just had a vision of a giant statue of Bastet with antelope horns rising in the desert…the legendary catelope
Everyone knows that they may have nine lives on the physical plane but it will be the tenth one on the metaphysical plane that will get your house on the local ghost tour.
when I was a kid - I'd 'summer' with one of my Grandmothers in Iowa. She knew someone who had Persian show cats - and if they had a cat who had physical anomalies (like a bent ear) she'd adopt those cats. One of the orange Persians she had was named "THE OLD LADY CAT"
My Tuna-Boy is 23 lbs (down from 28 lbs) but my nine and a half pound dog Termite still tries to fuck with him. I have seen Tuna-Boy take Termite down a few time, but he hasn't eaten him yet.
Actually he came to our rescue as "Violet" and well... We started calling him V but he deserved a better name than that. When I decided to persuade the hubs to let me adopt him (we had lost a beloved cat to cancer and hubs never wanted to go through that again) I started calling him Viggo and he responded to it immediately.
Viggo is a very tall cat. If I get him down to 17 pounds I will be happy. My vet joked to me when I rescued him that I really like the big boys. He's not Maine coon tall but he's close.
Beautiful evening, we’re probably getting slammed at the bar. Questions about the drink go here.
This is so decadent that you should be careful ICE doesn’t arrest you just to make you serve it to them in their Florida gator bait motel.
I'm sure this version of the HW is delicious, but honestly, to me it looks more like dessert than a drink.
That's not a putdown. Such drinks have their uses. The only complex drink I ever order at my fave sports bar is a Mudslide, which is basically a boozy chocolate milkshake. I have one whenever I allow myself a transgressive dessert.
Interesting. I turned 18 in 1976 and while I'd heard of the Harvey Wallbanger drink, I knew nothing about the whole backstory with the merch and everything. Part of it was that IIRC, in SE North Carolina where I went to high school, liquor by the drink was still against the law, although in the fall when I went off to college in upstate NY I don't remember seeing anything either.
You are right. Liquor by the drink didn’t happen in NC till the late 70’s/ early 80’s, voted in county by county - and if I’m not mistaken, there are still a few dry counties in NC. Back in the day (I’m just a little bit older than you), you brought a bottle to the restaurant if you wanted a cocktail and they sold you “setups” (soda, ginger ale or the like). So no fancy drinks. Bars sold beer and sometimes wine.
Flasks...
There are still dry counties. Old Fort, just east of Asheville, is dry. Or at least it was as late as 2000
Utah had (maybe still has?) a cockamamie system where you would "join" a private "club", and thereby become eligible to be served some booze at the "club" you had just joined. Ski resorts like Alta and Snowbird had bars, I mean clubs, where the après-ski scene could carry on under Mormon eyes.
I remember skiing at Snowbird probably 45 years ago and doing this.
I lived in SC until 2009, and free pour was still illegal there.
Yeah, didn't the bars have to stock nothing but those itty-bitty airplane bottles of booze?
Yup. You shoulda seen the stacks at a big Ruby Tuesday's bar.
Minibottles. The volume of glass trash they created was impressive.
It was at the point in the 60s/70s that the roads leading out of NC into SC were lined with beer stands, South of The Border at Florence was notorious for them. Long about 1972 NC lowered the drinking age to 18 with predictable consequences and moved it back to 21 a couple of years later.
The history of liquor by the drink in NC is long and complicated, but as Cliff says it wasn't until sometime in the 80s I could legitimately pour a drink from a bottle.
Ah, the Department of "Jesus Has To See Us Getting In the Way."
Actually in NC you could pour a drink in the 1960s and 1970s. But you had to bring your own bottle, order a soft drink at mixed drink prices, and pour it yourself. It was called brown bagging, and usually resulted in getting more drunk than being served by a bartender. but there was a hodge podge of local laws. All liquor was and still is sold in state stores. Some counties were dry but a small town in that county could get a state liquor store. But no one in the town could sell beer or regular wine. But convenience stores could sell fortified wine like MD 20/20. Other counties had looser laws with beer sales at grocery and convenience stores at age 18 all week except Sunday morning. As far as I know liquor was always 21 and over in NC. I was 20 in 1972 and could not buy liquor legally for another year.
I grew up and went to college in FL, moved to NC after graduation when I was 21. I’m not sure they ever lowered the drinking age to 18 here (I’ll ask my younger sibs). You’re right, the liquor situation here was always weird. I believe there are still dry counties up in the mountains somewhere. Keeping Billy Bubba’s still in business! On the other hand, in these more enlightened times we now have a booming craft beer, cider, wine and distillery scene in NC.
Well, I meant me as a bartender, but your point is well taken.
As I recall, our county was at that time dry and brown bagging wasn't permitted, which added greatly to my bar's popularity.
I complained about this to one of the locals and was reminded that in our Southern Baptist majority area most folks did their drinking at home so they couldn't be caught at it.
I never understood the fortified wine thing. Mad Dog was thoroughly nasty and Thunderbird/Night Train were a guaranteed ugly hangover. I have a feeling they, like the malt liquors that came after them were primarily marketed at people for whom the lower the cost of alcohol the better, all things considered.
When I moved to California in the early 80's, the first thing I did was try and locate the state liquor store, of which there were none. The second thing I did was run down to the Alpha Beta for some beer, and was very surprised to find an entire aisle filled with table wine, and another with liquor.
It took all the restraint I had not to fill up a shopping cart with booze and take it home.
Same deal with Illinois and Wisconsin. I-94, the main interstate between them, was for a time known as "Blood Alley."
The little border towns on the NC/SC border were known for having unlicensed locals selling pints and half pints through somebody's residence side window and they weren't really picky about checking IDs and such. For reasons inadequately explored, though understandable, they were usually situated near a grocery store where you could park your car and take a quick stroll to the place in question. These became known as a Piggly Wiggly runs.
They tended to be more permissive with Black purchasers, we always took one of the Black Student Union with us to do the transaction.
I can well understand not wanting to sell illegal liquor to an underage white kid in case they turned out to be a snitch.
You tend bar in Ohio, so why not call your version the JD Couchbanger? I know you are on the other side of the state, but still
I think that would call for its own recipe. Unfortunately, I just emptied the vacuum cleaner that was full of cat hair, dander, and couch dust, which might’ve been a nice start. I also had some urine soaked kitty litter, the kind they make with corn cobs, that could’ve been used as a garnish on froth.
For froth, you would need to go to a really dirty creek where the water eddies up along the bank.
But in and of itself, I don’t think that’s enough. There’s a few more ingredients that are probably needed to really give this some bottom, and then, if we’ve learned nothing else at Hooper U, it is that presentation may not everything, but if neglected, the rest doesn’t matter. Perhaps served in a well used oil pan?
Some of those other ingredients are rare, "one ounce of hog retention pond effluent obtained after a drought of 40 days or more"
Witches brew!
Only the finest raw water and raw cream for the MAHA crowd!
AND, water that has never fallen over a foreign country and then evapotranspirated back into a US-based cloud.
No cooties, "We are PURE!!!"
Becuase ew.
Can’t argue with that
You could call it a Harvey Wallbargarita.
Mitch Porchtripper
While you have the Licor 43 out, whip up some Carajillos.
One of my favorite things about Mexico!
This is a great cocktail, but my memory says that a Wallbanger with tequila is called something else. Freddy something?
A Freddy Fudpucker?
That sounds right and the internet agrees. I made a boatload of Wallbangers, Fudpuckers, and Sunrises in the late 70s. They fell out style not long afterward, probably because the bar owner refused to stock fresh OJ.
His rationale was that with enough liquor in the drink, the mixer doesn't really matter. When I objected I was told to take a good look at our clientele, who were honest rural folk from cotton country in eastern North Carolina. Fine, warm people, but not sophisticated.
I took him at his word and each orange juice drink I made got an extra half shot as a kind of clandestine apology.
Nobody ever complained, but my boss eventually wondered how we were going through white liquor at an accelerated pace, and I had to cut back.
When was this? I thought liquor by the drink wasn't available in most parts of NC until the '80s.
The Sandhills, late 70s - early 80s. Yeah, the minibottle plague was awful.
We were a members club, where under the rules you brought your own liquor and we poured it for you. We stocked mixers and snacks and even gave you a little locker of your own.
However, the owner had a loose definition of bottle ownership and if you showed up with no liquor and were willing to deal on a cash basis we'd manage to locate a little something for you.
He had some kind of arrangement with the police and we somehow never failed an inspection.
I remember those members clubs - my dad used to go to one run by his best friend in the area. He met my future stepmother there, as a matter of fact. (This was in Wilmington, BTW. Boy, has that place changed. Whenever I go visit my sibs and have an evening by myself, I usually eat at a pretty decent French place that was, IIRC, a porno bookstore when I was in high school.)
I would swig this. It's all orange all the time! (I'm still eyeing the Aperol because it's ALL ORANGE. I know I'm gonna give in at some point.) And I'm a cream junkie. The original I would not care to touch. Eh, so basic and raw. This reminds me of Creamsicles, but with tequila!
Question: I don't know what fern bars are or for that matter, what tiki etc. is.
What a gorgeous day, at last.
Tiki culture, a compleat history:
https://bgreynolds.com/blogs/bg-reynolds-blog/the-history-of-tiki-culture?srsltid=AfmBOoqZVf2WDW40rHgmghp1bULb53S57M1iuyxUqMUMDGFf3AwZnMzg
Thank you kindly for taking the time. A new mystery for me.
Fern Bars, a Compleat History: https://www.newyorker.com/culture/culture-desk/how-t-g-i-fridays-helped-invent-the-singles-bar
Oh cool! Thanks for that! I had no idea.
I like the word "swig".
Long story. I’ll tackle it tomorrow.
I wanted to have a 70s themed cocktail party & planned to make Harvey Wallbangers. No Galiano at the liquor store, was directed to 43 instead. Happy to say that I also switched out the vodka with tequila. Looking forward to making your version! Also, coffee with 43 is amazing & should be a fall themed future Wonkette Happy Hour.
Check out cafe asiatico, a coffee drink from SE Spain that uses Licor 43.
I wish my dad had kept the “Harvey Wallbanger” promo tshirt he had back in the day. Neither he nor my mom would tell me how he earned it.
AI tells me the 1971 drink is cool and refreshing.
Never trust AI.
I did not envision that the means by which artificial intelligence would take over civilization would be banality, but fucking here we are.
In other words, "evil".
Sadly the Mild Jrs rely way too much on AI, specifically ChatGPT.
Don't know what to make for dinner? Plug a list of stuff in the pantry into ChatGPT.
Fortunately, I don't think they're taking any parenting advice from Chatty. That they've told us about.
It does sound meh.
the fuck does AI know about cool and refreshing?
SLOGAN 🙌🎯😍🥇
It boggles the mind.
Harvey Headbanger?
Shrilly Templebasher
Such desecration.
I'll have to come up with with a recipe for that one.
What colors /aroma occur to you? I see pickled ume plums &......????! Sake. Lemongrass. Sweet something what? a syrup? What IS the most punk rock syrup anyways?!!?? This must be known.
I'm going to have to think about that for a few...your suggestions now have my mind tripping drunkenly over entirely too many potentially properly quenching options.
😍🤣😘😼💕 NO stress. Could be just an interesting thought wisp!
Harvey Juarez has a nice ring to it.
Or Javier Juarez
Garnish with a creamsicle?
Harvey or Javier?
A few years ago, some friends introduced me to "Mini Beers." Pour Licor 43 into a shot glass so it's almost full. Top off with half-and-half. Looks like a tiny beer. Tastes like a creamsicle. Goes down very easy.
Oh snap. That's what it reminds me of as well.
Uptown Harvey Wallbanger.
Fern bars were horrid. It was pleasant to hear that opinion echoed throughout your post. Although I have never once tasted a Harvey Wallbanger, I will ask my husband to make yours for me. SOunds delish.
In meager exchange for your free offerings to us, I offer this in return: If you want to type '70s like a pro (only really works in a serif font, not this cheap-ass sans), type the apostrophe twice and delete the first one. You'll see.
Thank you for all these wonderful cocktail recipes. May your tip jar overflow.
Eh, I'm on the fence about the whole high-fructose corn syrup issue. Regular table sugar is half fructose. The dose makes the poison, I think. Shrug. But even as a teetotaler, your posts are a highlight of my Wonkweek. Thank you :)
In High School, we drank Harvey Wallbangers when we couldn’t find sloe gin. We were bad kids.
it’s a Screaming Harv, not up against the wall since you 86’d the Galliano, it’s a Jammy Devil since the marmalade and the Suaza are both lucky to be in there, it reminds me only, as the name of the drink always does, of the combination bar and laundromat Harvey Washbanger’s
if you know where that place is, then I don’t need to tell you, and if you don’t, I ain’t gonna
Meh recollect that my grandpa picked up a promo HW t-shirt from the liquor store that had the recipe on it. Gave it to me as a present and wore it a couple summers before my sister stole it.
Morning Kitten+!
https://bsky.app/profile/democratcats.bsky.social/post/3lvdqp5o6qr2q
Cats are really good with kids.
Just told my spouse that men are designed to mow lawns and take out the trash. Snap to it, hon...
I get really bad hay fever, like to the point I basically had a doctor's note excusing me from mowing the lawn growing up.
We don't have a lawn!
Happily, mine does so without being told, because he's well-trained. He also lifts heavy things and reaches the top shelves.
I can't remember the last time paul mowed the lawn. It's quite literally been years. Now that I can't mow the lawn efficiently [I can start and push the mower around all right, but I cannot lift the bag to empty it into the yard waste bin anymore] I have to hire someone or the place is just fucking embarrassing.
It's embarrassing around here right now. I am not particularly pleased about it, either.
We just got a battery-powered weed whacker that rotates to horizontal so I can also use it to mow our postage-stamp-sized piece of lawn. Works pretty well.
Don't forget falling off ladders!
I mean, those are two things that I excel at, so you may be on to something.
Sell those strengths, mister!
My bride usually mows. I get to clean-up the blossoms 🌸 from Minnie our mimosa tree.
The demise of the Corporation for Public Broadcasting has got me thinking about what public radio and tv were like before the Public Broadcasting Act of 1967 that created the CPB. I did some research on this when I collected original discs of old radio programs and ran into discs from a couple of public radio series aired in the 1950s.
Back then, all the stations were funded completely by universities or other tiny non-profits; they either created their own programming and the only programs that were aired by multiple stations were funded by outfits like Carnegie Melon or the Ford Foundation.
It was all a shoe-string affair. The non-profits producing the programming couldn't afford to lease network lines, so the radio shows were done on tape or disc and the tv shows on kinescope and "bicycled" from one station to another. There were only a few regular series that could obtain funding to go for more than one season. Often, especially with public television, the programming would consist of dull kinescope classroom lectures done by universities and distributed to other public tv stations.
There was some groundbreaking work here - radio stations in California did a few programs in the 50s that were some of the first to deal intelligently with LGBTQ issues and the big foundations funded some hard-hitting documentaries and series on race, Civil Rights, and women's issues in the 1960s.
The state of public broadcasting was viewed as a national scandal in the 1950s and early 60s - it was amateurish, underfunded, and unable to compete with the production values and resources available to the commercial networks. In other developed countries, educational and public programming was funded by taxpayers and playing an integral part in expanding education and information on contemporary issues that couldn't be tackled with any depth (or at all) by commercial broadcasters.
Public taxpayer funding for public broadcasting was a part of the 1964 Democratic Party platform. Even with the relatively small allocations proposed, Republicans opposed it because "free markets" and Souther racists, joining in with the Republicans, opposed it because "Black people". Evangelicals, during the Reagan years, joined in the fight against broadcasting because "homosexuals" and because non-profit public broadcasters competed against them for FM radio licenses in an increasingly crowded radio spectrum.
So, now, with Trump and MAGA, we've returned public broadcasting and media to the state it was in the 1950s - an educational resource that is underfunded, under resourced, and only kept alive by the scraps of money that can be thrown at it by non-profit foundations, individual rich donors, and listeners.
The irony is that the original idea behind the Corporation for Public Broadcasting and the plank of the Democratic platform in 1964 that eventually created it was to extend educational and informational programming to underserved communities that really needed it - rural areas.
Growing up in the 1970s in a tiny rural community in northwest North Carolina, I still remember PBS programming used as part of our curricula in school. I remember becoming an NPR listener myself. It helped me develop my natural curiosity about the world and interests that would be essential when I went to college and made a career for myself.
So, congratualtions, MAGA. You distracted yourself with racism and bigotry and resentment over the pennies you pay in taxes for public broadcasting to dismantle a key component of educating your kids to have a decent future.
Hope you relish shooting yourself and your kids in the foot.
They want those potential voters uneducated, easier to manipulate.
The big blue states could afford to club together and fund public television.
Then they could suck it up and make it even more liberal and progressive.
The problem is that in several red states, the public radio or tv stations are connected with and funded partially or fully by universities and the stations will be one of the first things to go in a funding crisis. There are still many rural areas where Internet is expensive or really spotty, so access online isn't an option.
We try and solve the problems we can but there's no helping some people.
I need to send Governor Ferguson a letter proposing precisely THAT.
However, when the more financially capable Blue states work together to produce such insightful, innovative public programming you know the Fetid Fascist is going to find the means to maliciously interfere with their efforts.
A civil war is brewing in this country. It's going to get really fucking ugly around here.
Good trouble.
It is TIME.
Yes.
They don't want their kids to watch Sesame Street anyway because DEI. (spits in their general direction)
Wasn't even shown in some places in the south when it came out. They objected to children of different races playing together.
Yep. We are back to those times.
Baghdad Barbie does not know how to say "Nobel."
KAROLINE LEAVITT FORCED TO READ TRUMP’S “NOBLE” PEACE PRIZE DEFENSE!
CoachD_Speaks (5:37) : https://youtu.be/LtFJLY8C0E4
It's a good thing she was cute enough to score a rich older hubby.
He wants a peace prize for bombing (ineffectively) a country the US wasn't at war with
When Iran announces they have usable nukes he'll certainly look foolish.
she'll pronounce it 'nookular'
I remember reading it's an acceptable pronunciation since Bush Senior and other hillbillies pronounced it that way.
(he already does)
Hearing the word pronounced correctly would require education by educated persons who would recoil from conversation with her.
But her lips forn words so beautifully.
😬
Reading that the first time squicked me right TF out.
That orange bag of shit said it.
That's when I read it the first time, WTF is wrong with him?
Did you bring lunch? This gon' take a while...
like a machine gun!
She doesn't breathe.
Liar Lips
Someone should give him a noble prize to keep the joke running.
Spongebrain Shitpants needs a daily farticipation trophy.
Love is a lie, and it's another day in the world's dumbest country, good morning everyone!
I'm sorry you feel that way. Love is the best thing in the world, and my husband and I share an overwhelming, all-consuming love for each other.
Everything/one I try to love seems to go away, usually sooner than later, so forgive me.
Your time will come.
Wouldn’t it be pretty to think so?
You two!!!
All three of my boyfriends love me.
Congrats.
Thank you! It's good to be back to myself!
Sigh, after years of resisting getting one and 5 months of grudging nightly use, vorpal admits:
I'm breathing better and have more energy.
Fucking alien face-hugging CPAP...
As a retired sleep tech, thanks for sticking with it. If you had seen things from my end there wouldn't be any grudging about it. "The horror! The horror!"
I desperately wish that paul would use his.
The man is a cardiac event waiting to happen.
resistanceisfutal & congrats!
O's 50-60
Bux 47-63
Sox 41-69
Rox 29-80
1st chore done, $350 of hazmat properly disposed of.
Dirty socks and undies?
Dumped in the McDonald’s dumpster?
Back when the Little Ol' Lady Cat was just Little Lady Cat, she was renowned throughout the neighborhood for her ferocity. We took her in from the alley during one of 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 winters.
Mighty Blue, 23 pounds, thought that he would explain 𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 to the 7 pound girl...
He learned a thing or two that day and remembers after all these years. The old girl is ~19, and not a physical cat no more, but she still owns the place...
I salute our Queen.
"...not a physical cat no more." ????
She's a ghost haunting the house now?
AWESOME!
That would be awesome.
And thus The Sacred Fanfic Tomes were born.....
Oh she's still corporeal, she just accomplishes with a glance what used to require a couple minutes of mayhem..
Ooh, Energy Cat Retreat is my new off-grid day spa in AZ
May I run the Grift Shop?! For All Incense & Porpoises'!
Seriously, let’s capitalize on the Route 66 centennial and glue rocks together in the shape of cats and just cat out in the desert and everybody will BNB at Energy Cats bc there is nowhere else to stay and National Parks trips cost $3000 a head.
And you KNOW the characters that show up are gonna be soo interesting! Like the financial/locational/family post-cultural flotsam & jetsam! Our bulletin boards are gonna be very intriguing. I AM SO INTO THIS
I’ll let you handle those people. I am into the engineering and (seriously) mtb trails, cultural, eco and geological stuff (mines, former Rt 66 easements and trail access). Also, making money and creating wonkspace.
I just had a vision of a giant statue of Bastet with antelope horns rising in the desert…the legendary catelope
Everyone knows that they may have nine lives on the physical plane but it will be the tenth one on the metaphysical plane that will get your house on the local ghost tour.
That’s why it’s 10D…find your cat guru on a walkabout to teach you the mysteries of the tenth dimension!
when I was a kid - I'd 'summer' with one of my Grandmothers in Iowa. She knew someone who had Persian show cats - and if they had a cat who had physical anomalies (like a bent ear) she'd adopt those cats. One of the orange Persians she had was named "THE OLD LADY CAT"
Sometimes it's character, sometimes it's age...
My Tuna-Boy is 23 lbs (down from 28 lbs) but my nine and a half pound dog Termite still tries to fuck with him. I have seen Tuna-Boy take Termite down a few time, but he hasn't eaten him yet.
My Viggo is 18 pounds. Down from 21 pounds. The vet is STILL giving me a bad time about it. I'm kind of like "WHATEVE'S " about it now.
Viggo?!? lol
He's very handsome like a certain actor. 😆
Actually he came to our rescue as "Violet" and well... We started calling him V but he deserved a better name than that. When I decided to persuade the hubs to let me adopt him (we had lost a beloved cat to cancer and hubs never wanted to go through that again) I started calling him Viggo and he responded to it immediately.
Sweet story.
He’s a sweet boi!
You don't want Viggo to get the 'betes like Tuna-Boy.
Viggo is a very tall cat. If I get him down to 17 pounds I will be happy. My vet joked to me when I rescued him that I really like the big boys. He's not Maine coon tall but he's close.
Tuna-Boy got down to 18 before he started insulin. Vet says he could stand to lose a couple but he's stable so I am fine with him at 23.
Not a cat, but sweet:
https://bsky.app/profile/sheldricktrust.bsky.social/post/3lv6okualow2r
Beautiful.
those ears! And I notice elephants legs all bend the same way, they have 4 knees!
They're rubbery! Especially the babies.
I love babby African elephant ears and trunks and tails! Babby elephants are the cutest babby animals!
I think you should tell us moar about this! It is very interesting. Will there be a slide show?
https://www.instagram.com/sheldricktrust?igsh=enhpYXYxemJjdXlv
Sheldrick Trust for the win. My x-mess shopping: Dad will be adopting a babby rhino & nieces & nephews are getting a tee & hand-knitted softy giraffe.
Thanks for the intro to Sheldrick!
THAT is superhero. Thanks!
Oh my gosh, Sheldrick Trust has THE BEST SOCIAL MEDIA! I follow them on IG!
Their IG account is phenomenal, isn't it? It makes me want to go to there.
Yes! I want to marry all their workers! I swoon over animal rescue men!
Let's go!
What a precious baby!
The little trunk!
I just can't! *littletrunk*!!!!!!!!!!!!!