Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Going down south

I'm reporting from a secure, undisclosed location in Louisville, Kentucky. Pictured here is the S.R.C. mobile command center, a miracle of modern digital technology, compact firepower and ancient distilling arts.

What am I doing here?

Right now I'm watching John McCain gesturing forcefully on the television, and a group of chubby rednecks is noisily grabbing ice and snacks from the vending machines across from my room.

I've driven down here with my mom to visit some old friends of hers and to take the first steps toward finding the future home of the compound. Tomorrow we're going to do a little road trip through the bluegrass region, stopping to visit a couple of distilleries along the way. On Thursday we're heading into northern Kentucky to visit a few farms that are for sale.

There will be bourbon. There will be pulled pork.

I'll keep y'all posted.


SkylersDad said...

Stick with the Bourbon, and stay away from the Mayo jars filled with clear liquid!

Keep the firearm close in case the chubby rednecks try to go Deliverance on ya!

lulu said...

Can you bring me some pulled pork?

Tanya Espanya said...

If we don't have a chance to visit you in Chicago, then Kentucky is an acceptable substitute. I am weak for pulled pork. I learned to love it when we lived in St. Louis. Slurp.

Doc said...

Love the PBR sign on the computer and it looks like you packed everything you needed. The flask could have been bigger, but it sounds like you will have ample oppurtunity to refill it. Have fun with Mom!

Tanya- I love any comment that ends in Slurp!


Cap'n Ergo "Carthage" Jinglebollocks said...

EVERY serious blogger needs a handgun next to their PC. I feel ashamed and withered in th' loins 'cuz I don't have one.

DivaJood said...

I still don't know why it's not called "Shredded Pork." Pulled pork reminds me of salt water taffy.

Hey, I'm Jewish. What do I know?

Anonymous said...

Bourbon. Pulled Pork. A 9mm handgun (I think). What else could an intrepid traveler through Kentucky need?

Randal Graves said...

Don't shoot anyone in the face unless it's Cheney.

diva, it ain't a Jewish thing, I've wondered that myself. Fucking weirdo Gentiles.

Baroness von Bloggenschtern said...

So you've narrowed down the pickins on that crack Realty site you talked about when I first started reading your blog.

You know, that site? The one I sat looking at for oh, I don't know, about 3 hours.

I am SO jealous right now.

Erik Donald France said...

Hey man, good luck! Dan'l Boone is buried somewhere 'round those parts -- and Man'o'War.

Three cheers and a shot of Bourbon in your honor.

Freida Bee said...

I see the makings of the next CSI episode on that desktop.

I miss the handcuffs.

Real Live Lesbian said...

Don't be a'feared of the mayo jars. We know what we're doing down here!

Kentucky is a gorgeous place! Good luck on the hunt for land!

GETkristiLOVE said...

Oh you meant South... geographically, huh?

Anonymous said...

I too thought you me be going somewhere else with this based on the title. My post isn't quite as misleading.

Bubs said...

EvilGenuis, your post delivered!

GKL, well, this time, yes. I'm by myself in this here room. Sorry to disappoint.

RLL, thanks for stopping by! Nice to meetcha. I was born in Louisville and am looking forward to returning. And you're right, from what I've been seeing, this is as beautiful as I remember.

Freida, coulda accommodated you by letting a round fly through the wall when the neighbors started yacking real loud around 1am, but I don't keep a firearm within arm's reach when I'm sleeping.

Erik, some of the places we've visited are stinking with Daniel Boone history.

Baroness, oh, yes indeedy. And I've found a couple more since then. Sorry for the lost productivity.

Randal, this trip has remained gunfire-free. YEEEHAW! Now, about that pork (are you listening Diva?)

I am the Gentile-iest of Gentiles, so I can speak about pork with some authority. It's pulled and not shredded because shredding carries an image of cutting with blades, whereas good pulled pork requires nothing more than gentle coaxing with a dinner fork to fall apart into perfect swiney goodness.

Spartacus, welcome! Nice to meetcha. Yep, all I was missing was a big dog.

Cap'n, I always feel that the proximity of a loaded gun heightens the senses and keeps everyone on their toes. Especially if alcohol is being served.

Doc, that was my mom's flask. She left it when she went back to her room after the debate. The photo of the PBR sign on the desktop was taken on our trip to Louisiana this spring.

Tanya! Good to see you! I've been remiss in not commenting on your Cuba posts, Lord I do apologize. I have yet to eat barbecue in St Louis or Kansas City, and I'm eager to compare them to Kentucky, Memphis, North Carolina and Texas. Slurp.

Lulu, can I send that in the diplomatic pouch?

Skylersdad, I've had that clear likker. WHOOO.