Cinema Veridoom of the Week

Welcome to drunk blogging with Aggie, a new feature about bad movies. I have been remiss about blogging here, there, and everywhere. They say blogging is like riding a bicycle, but what they don’t tell you is that you are riding it backwards.

On a tightrope.

Through rings of fire.

Tonight’s feature is Dire Wolf, starring Maxwell Caufield, with special appearance by Gil Gerard. First, let me just say Caufield has aged very, very well. Gerard has…..aged. I guess that whole Buck Rogers effect didn’t work too well after all. Whatever, I have an Elderflower Sour, so let’s begin.

Movie begins with a research assistant during late shift. She notices an alarm and calls the security guard to go check. He sees the door to the “experiment” open, and calls up to let her know. Because apparently sounding an alarm is just passé. He draws his weapon, but too late. And you know the research chick is next.

Holy hell, the blood spraying is like something out of a Kurosawa movie. Props!

Minus 10,372 points for the Party City Wolfman costume, though. *drinks*

Ooooh…Caufield. He’s the sheriff. He also suffers from OCD and Shawn Syndrome (Psych reference). Dude notices everything: guy in the wrong chair, person not at the diner. Tries to train his foster son the game warden in the ways of the Mountain Jedi.

And…Gil Gerard. As a Colonel in charge of the “program”, henceforth named Operation Wolfie. He sends out two agents to find out why no one is picking up the phone at the remote facility on top of the convenient hill. Me? I would have sent a shitload of people because if my research peeps aren’t answering the red phone, serious shit is getting real.

Oh HAI HUNTER!!! Wolfie gets down and decides hunter would make a tasty trea— wait, WTH?? He kills the dude and doesn’t bother eating him? Possible vegan wolf.

Sheriff has a bug up his ass about the guard that didn’t show up to the diner. So he has to go look up at the facility. Meanwhile, warden is patrolling the area and warns the campers, of which his ex is one, to stay put because of possible random shooting. Which yeah! Hunter’s rifle!! *drinks again*

Ooooh, agents are at facility. Blood and guts but again, NO EATING!! Honestly, what the hell kind of monster is this?

Agents find doc and researcher sheltered in place. Traumatized by the very thing they made because HOW CAN A WOLF AND HUMAN BREED GO WRONG?? Sheeee-it…. *drinks* Continue Reading

Tuesday Tipple

It has come to my attention that some people around the internets have no idea with Lillet is.

Lillet is a wine aperitif and comes in several varieties, the most popular being the original, Lillet Blanc. I say “original” loosely, since the formulation was changed in recent times to remove the original addition of quinine, which the company no longer figured was necessary and also, would make the aperitif smoother. It is served well chilled or on the rocks, and usually with the addition of a citrus twist. I prefer a blood orange twist, due to my sweet tooth, but lemon is also a nice option. And no, I didn’t get fond of it because of Hannibal Lecter. I was introduced to it by a German friend who imbibed it with tonic water and cucumber slices.

Why she liked a salad in her drink, I’ll never know.

You can also use it in cocktails such as the very famous Vesper (thank you, Sir Ian Fleming) and the Corpse Reviver. It’s a nice staple to have on hand when you have company coming over and really don’t feel like being a mixologist because you spent the entire day getting the house ready and would rather spend time sitting and drinking.

NTTAWWT 😉

New Year, and Hoping It’s a Happy One

Or hoppy, or maybe barleyish.

Definitely will be winey!!

Anyway, glad to be back from a hiatus involving family, holidays, and some needed contemplation about The Year of the Dumpster Fire. Frankly, I am of the opinion that the Good Lord doesn’t give me anything I can’t handle, so I was able to shrug the small stuff. Unlike most years when everything is small stuff, 2016 actually brought some big stuff out of it’s grab bag. We witnessed one of the weirdest elections this country has ever held, witnessed the split of a political party, witnessed the passing of some culture icons, and witnessed the complete breakdown of unity among Americans of different “races” (intentional quotes). Serious WTF moments right there. I’m not one to get all weepy at the passing of a celebrity, but some were responsible for shaping culture (whether positive or negative is irrelevant), and others left their mark for being far more human than the rest of us. This presidential election was like sunshine, exposing unsavory undercurrents from all sides that hopefully will be disinfected. As to the racial discord, THAT I do get weepy over. And by weepy, I mean ragey. I grew up in a time when EVERYONE aspired to live by Martin Luther King, Jr.’s words and took them to heart. His memory and his work have been sullied by people who foment hatred for money and fame. As to politics, they still make strange bedfellows. And stranger offspring.

Anyway, here’s to a better year, one filled with promise of good things, interspersed with just enough bad to make us appreciate the good. You can’t have one without the other, after all. I may be a Pollyanna, but after 2016, I need to be a bit more realistic 😉

Tuesday Tipple

Friend of the blog Tiberius Alatheus is coming for a visit this week, and asked that I have some ingredients for libations in hand: lime juice, grapefruit juice, cremé de menthe, and chocolate liqueur.

I can’t imagine what this will taste like, but the hallucinogenic properties may be epic.

That said, I have a better use for the lime juice.

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Grand Raspberry Peach Margarita

  • 1 oz. Grand Marnier No. 2
  • 1 oz. tequila (I prefer silver, but reposado or añejo will do fine)
  • ¾ oz. lime juice
  • ½ oz. simple syrup
  • fresh raspberries, lime slices, and/or peach slices for garnish

Pour all liquid ingredients into an ice-filled shaker and mix well. Pour all into a pretty margarita glass if you’re a gal, or into a highball glass if you’re a guy. Garnish with the fruit as desired. Or eat fruit while drinking.

As to Tiberius’ ingredients, I shall give a full report next week. Pray for me 😉