Blog Envy

Since creating this blog, I've taken a headlong dive into the world of blogging...and the internet in general. See, I'm generally a total ignoramus when it comes to anything technical (much to my father's dismay) and I find high-tech things (like the phone system at work, known as Satan) really daunting. Which is why actually doing anything besides typing into the computer and checking my email is beyond me. Prior to this blog thing, I even disliked surfing the internet for anything other than information I really needed or was really interested in. Even though I'm very far from being Catholic, I always feel like surfing the internet is a waste of time and someone knows I'm wasting my time looking at okayplayer.com and the Official Tourist Website of Cyprus , and I am flooded with guilt fast when I'm online. This is a problem when you've got a brand new blog and are trying to make it attractive and god forbid, interesting. I'm resolved to learn some version of html during my vacation next week, at least so that I can insert links into the text and bold things and junk like other blogs do. I want this blog to be the best blog it can be...Okay, Dan, maybe I am getting into this a bit too much...

In other exciting news, Blog Day Afternoon is proud to announce the arrival of a new serial (title to be announced, I'm considering _The Drunken Ballerina of Veikou Street_ or, _Sweaty and Homeless in Athens: Oxi Clean_ Just kidding, those are really bad titles.) telling the story of my summer in Athens in 1999. My boss has been nagging me to write a play about it for a long time, but I think I'll make it into a short story of installments on my blog instead. This story has it all: elderly drunken ballerinas, misunderstood and gay Greek Brit ex-pats, Sakis Rouvas, smog, phlegm, smoldering heat, dirty Greek beaches, Athenian taxi drivers, elderly drunken misunderstood gay Brazilian ex-pats, and much much more! The first installment is coming soon!

#2.5

BDA has been flodded with mail concerning a certain breakfast food. Well, replace the word "flooded" with "got a letter from its mother, who has to write them anyway" and you get the picture. So for all you french toasties out there:

Rufus's Mom's Buttermilk Pancakes

1 1/2 C. flour
1 t. sugar
1/2 t. salt
1 egg
1/2 t. baking soda
2 C. buttermilk
3 T. melted butter

DIRECTIONS: Sift or mix together dry ingredients. Beat egg and milk together. Add liquid to dry ingredients, stirring constantly. Stir in melted shortening. Cook on a hot, greased griddle. Serves about 4 people.

Where my blogs at?

Welcome to the Reilly kids' blog. Athough this was my idea, Dan's already got a few posts on me, since we all know he's the one who never stops blabbing or blogging (ha!)...Since we are still in the development phase of this project, known as the anti-blog, the "look and feel" of this blog is going to fluctuate a bit. However, by Rufus' decree, this blog WILL NOT BE ABOUT ROMANCE OR POLITICS. What's left in your petty, superficial, self-glorifying lives as young professionals in DC, you ask? Why, I could spend days writing witty gems about Greek pop music (Yes, moro mou, yes...kane o,ti thes!) or polemics on why everyone should visit Cyprus (they rescue ailing donkeys and have gorgeous beaches), or rants about the raw, unchecked megalomania of German Classicsts (sometimes, pseudo-intellectual peons like me "forget who [German Classicsts] really are.") And if those topics aren't of interest to you, then there's always buttermilk pancakes and free masons (see below). Yes, this blog is going to be so engrossing that random web-surfers all over the globe will want to read with voyeuristic pleasure everything that my brother and I have to say...

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#2

#2 was going to be all about Freemasons. What they do, where they like to go drink, and those silly little robes. You see, I moved into a new house around the corner from what must be the largest Masonic Temple in the known Universe. Undoubtedly it is so big because it houses both the repair shop for their line of Cheney-Tron 3000 Vice-Presidential Robot Clones and a game room.

But #2 ran into a little snag. #2 doesn't really have any confirmed information about Freemasonry. While #2 has no doubt that Freemasonry is weird and perhaps a twinge evil, #2 has less than no idea about what Freemasons do, hence he cannot label them evil...yet. While conducting research into the tangled web of the mason, all #2 could unearth, were unconfirmed reports about the masons from #2's drinking buddies. While #2's drinking buddies are intelligent, competant alcoholics in their own right, none of them could tell #2 anything more than "dude, I heard that the freemason's rigged the fireworks's display at the 1976 bicentenial to emit a high frequency noise that caused dogs to convert to freemasonry and shit. Dude, all these dogs were like, dragging their owners to the Masonic lodges and like, taking dumps on the lawn of the catholic church, and shit." While #2 always enjoys a story that ends with dogs taking a crap somewhere, #2 has yet to be convinced of any evil masonic plot.

So in light of #2's failure to infiltrate the masonic camp and file top-secret dispatches from the game room, #2 will be all about pancakes. Buttermilk pancakes.
Who would have thought that eggs, flour, sugar, baking powder, sugar and buttermilk could converge to form such a fluffy, delicious beakfast product. Whilst the spirit of the pancake has been co-opted by a certain restaurant chain that likes to tarninsh its luster by slapping it on a plate with eggs and your choice of meat, there are still those among us who require nothing more than a short stack of the buttermilk and some turkey bacon to mop up the syrup with. And thats just the way we like it.

-Rufus