My Girl Beckeye Is Eagle Eye

(Sorry Becks-I totally jacked this from your site)

Plagiarism is a dirty act, plain and simple. It is one of the first sacred rules you learn about in journalism school; one that you NEVER break. (See: Mike Barnicle) Heck, in high school, they threatened that engaging in plagiarism was punishable by expulsion or worse-criminal charges. Long story short-don't do it unless you credit your source. It's a bad move that can destroy literary careers and reputations and turn into a lethal career killer.

To plagiarize is defined in Merrriam Webster's online dictionary as:

to steal and pass off (the ideas and words of another) as one's own: use (another's production) without crediting the source.

to commit literary theft: present as new and original an idea or product derived from an existing source.

I tell you all this because my blogger buddy Beckeye from that FABU pop culture website, The Pop Eye, has loyally brought it to my attention that The Daily Dandy has been plagiarized....I know you're shocked!!! So was I!!! That's right people, The Dandy has become the victim of a horrendous literary crime, a plagiari-ee, so to speak.

In other words, I have arrived!!!!

WHOO HOOO!!!

I'm kidding....I take this sh*t very seriously and the fact that this person BLATANTLY passed off my words as his really pisses me off.

Becks sent me an e-mail alerting me to the fact that this clown, a "Mr. Ash gee" from the Indian website nhatky.in.com, jacked my American Idol recap post from the night Adam Lambert was in the bottom two. It's not like he stole a few gems here and there, NOOOO. He jacked the entire post!! Even my photo!! (which I jacked off google) It looks like he cut and paste the entire post, passed it off to his editors, and then went on about his day. Like it was business as usual, which I'm sure it probably is.

I never would have known........ but Mr. Ash gee, you made one too many fatal errors in judgement, dude. Beside engaging in "dirty plagiarism", you discounted the loyalty between fellow bloggers. Big mistake on your part, HUGE. My girl Becks totally had my back, and now you have been busted!!

The thing about this is that in my ORIGINAL post, I used a very conversational language, as if I were speaking directly to my Dandy readers about the previous nights episode of AI. Possibly not my best work, as I used a few "inferred profanities" to get my passionate point across. (Couldn't he have jacked some of my better, less profanity laced stuff? sheesh)

To prove my point, here is my ORIGINAL post dated April 30, 2009,

http://candysdailydandy.blogspot.com/2009/04/tragedy-and-comedy-of-last-nights.html

And here is the cheap, ripped off from The Dandy, "Mr. Ash gee"'s pathetic attempt at his own American Idol glory,

http://www.nhatky.in/american-idol-tragedy-in-last-night-12334436

Look, as writers, we all must be readers, and as such we are certainly inspired by something we read some where out there in the World Wide Web, but for God's sake, credit the source! If you lift an idea here and there, how much time does it take to add a link and cover your literary a*s???

SOOOO, as punishment, Mr. ASS GEE, or whatever your name is, I will send an e-mail to your purported employer over at nhatk.in and inform them of your blatant theft of my words and let the chips fall where they may. You only have yourself to blame.

As for us over here at the Daily Dandy, we take care of our own.

For one day only, as your American punishment, I urge my readers to please feel free to insert Slumdog and Seven Eleven jokes into today's comments.

Karma's a bitch dude.

Culinary Throwdown: Obamanation Meals

Today's is the day for Chef Troll's Culinary Throwdown, the theme is a budget meal/dish in our tough economic climate.

Oh baby, do I have a good one for you.

Since we must make a dish for an economically challenged wallet, I decided to conquer breakfast, as it is the most important meal of the day. Today's dish is simple, simple, simple, and good, good, great, but no calorie cutter-as this one is OVER the calorie limit, BIG TIME, but not the budget limit!! But we only live once and since we are on a tight budget here, we might as well be fat and happy, right??

OK, so I present to you my easy, yummy, Recees Peanut Butter Cup Pancakes.

You will need:

1 box of Bisquick-(I don't care what anyone says, Bisquick makes a perfect pancake)

1 Reeces Peanut Butter Cup Candy Bar

1 serving of Aunt Jemima Maple Syrup

1 can of Pam cooking spray

1 egg

milk-

Follow directions on Bisquick box to make pancake batter.

I halved the recipie to cut costs for my small family.

Spray Pam cooking spray lightly onto fry pan and heat till droplets of water sizzle on hot surface.

Pour batter onto hot skillet and let rise, reducing temp slightly to avoid burning pancake.

Chop Reeses candy into small 1/4 cubes-a little bigger than the size of a dime-(in my excitment, I forgot to take a shot of the chopped up Reeses Peanut Butter Cup so this is a re-enactment with chocolate chips, which are no way near as good as Reeses)

Add chopped Reeses to uncooked side of pancake, just before flipping.

Ah Voila!!! The most delactable, delightful, inexpensive pancake you will ever love!!!

Total cost for dish-

Bisquick-$2.59-I used one cup of the large box for the recipe-so it was practically free.

Reeses Peanut Butter Cup- .75 cents.

milk-1/2 cup of a $3.49 gallon-again, pennies.

1 egg-1/12 of a $1.89 dozen=pennies.

1 serving of $1.79 bottle of Aunt Jemima's Maple syrup.

Total cost of all ingredients amout to a little over $10.00-my estimate on my dish would be for less than $5 bucks.

Livin la vida loca!

My Latest Victim

The Goddess of the Skull has struck again.

It's almost like Guiseppe Zanotti made these sandals just for me!!! They make me smile.

If you don't know who the Goddess of the Skull is, please proceed here, and for those of you with a foot fetish, those may or may not be my feet.
(back away from the computer-pervert)

And I Wonder Why?

To think, a Masters Degree just isn't what it used to be.


So after landing my new job as a Wal-Mart greeter,
I lasted less than a day......
About two hours into my first day on the job a very loud,
unattractive, mean-acting woman walked into the store with her two kids,
Yelling obscenities at them all the way through the entrance.
As I had been instructed, I said pleasantly,

'Good morning and welcome to Wal-Mart.
Nice children you have there. Are they twins?'

The ugly woman stopped yelling long enough to say,
No, they ain't twins. The oldest one's 9, and the other one's 7.
Why the world would you think they're twins? Are you blind, or just stupid?'

So I replied, 'I'm neither blind nor stupid, Ma'am,
I just couldn't believe someone slept with you twice.
Have a good day and thank you for shopping at Wal-Mart.'

My supervisor said I probably wasn't cut out for this line of work

Our Golden Boy No-mar

When the news was announced, the shock waves left a deafening silence throughout the nation. Children cried and grown men questioned what was real in the game they loved so much, shaking their heads in disbelief. We grieved as if he had passed, his name on the lips of everyone that July 31, 2004. He was our face of hope, the only bright spot in those dark, cursed days at Fenway and as much a part of the historied baseball legacy of his team as the uniform he put on every day he was here. Then, in an instant, he was gone.

A bold move for an unknown, young, general manager still cutting his teeth on a team that is adored by a nation. Theo Epstein instantly became an enigma with some serious balls for trading away the franchise for Single A outfield prospect Matt Murton and two former Gold Glovers, shortstop Orlando Cabrera from the Montreal Expos and first baseman Doug Mientkiewicz from the Twins. There are those who believe that move was the main reason the Red Sox went on to win their first World Series title in 86 years. The same people who cried were once again cheering, and Epstien became our new hero.

Nomar Garciaparra was shipped off to Chicago in the midst of what some experts called a possible "Hall of Fame" career. Last night Nomar returned to Fenway, his first time since he was traded, playing for his third team in five years in a career that has been riddled with injury and disappointment. He told the press last night at a pregame press conference, "When I got traded, I was on the road and never got to say 'thank you'," he said. Last night, at his first at-bat at Fenway, he got his wish.

The Boston Herald's Ron Borges explained the extraordinary emotional moment last night at the plate. "Garciaparra waved his Oakland A's batting helmet and the roar grew louder. he turned from side to side, acknowledging each part of the park with a wave. The roar increased. Then, his head bowed from the emotion of what he was receiving, he turned and patted his heart and then clapped back."

Nomar got what he so rightly deserved. The love of and admiration of an undying nation, who were grateful for what he gave when he played here. Even though Nomar plays for another team, the faithful at Fenway let him know, last night, that he will always be a Red Sox and that we love him like our own. He let us know that he loves us right back. It was one of those special moments that will live on in the hearts of Red Sox fans and in the highlight reel of Mr. Garciaparra's career.

Thanks Nomar. We love you too.

The Gluttony Of Chinese Eating

Why is it that when ordering Chinese food you end up ordering wayyyy more than you need? What is it about Chinese that turns you into a gluttonous pig who has to devour every thing? When we eat Chinese it's almost like the last supper, as everyone needs to order their favorite dishes and spoons far more food onto their plates than they should.

Let's say you go to your favorite steak house. Do you ever end up ordering 5 or 6 appetizers and then 3 or 4 main dishes? Not likely. What about Italian? Do you ever end up with numerous entrees and box the rest to take home? It's more likely that where ever you eat, besides Chinese, you possibly order one appetizer, one entree and if you don't finish it, you take the rest home. Right? So why do we cram fork-fulls of Chinese into our mouths like the apocalypse is about to descend upon us? Then, after the bountiful banquet of Chinese has been consumed, we leave the restaurant, with stomach's fully distressed, to go home and feel the need for something more to eat a mere 2 to 3 hours later. What gives?

I have my favorites at the Chinese restaurant, and I guess I would feel a sense of loss of I did not consume a small amount of each dish when I am eating Chinese. For instance, I love egg roll, and I have to have some Crab Rangoon and steamed vegetarian dumplings. But then those chicken fingers and chicken wings look awfully good, so I have to try those also. My Guy loves beef terriaki on a stick and my son loves Peking Ravioli, so I need to taste a little of those too. Boneless spareribs for my daughter, and those are just the appetizers! Then comes the main entrees. The kids love chicken lo mein and General Gau Chicken with fried rice, then I have to have my spicy string beans and chicken and shrimp dish as well as a sizzling beef with onions dish and what the hell; lets get the shrimp with lobster sauce and try the basil chicken special!

You see where this is headed?
I'm feeling sick all over again. The worst part is, that after all that gluttony, we take home the left overs, but no one wants to touch them because we made such pigs out of ourselves the night before. After a feast like that I have just about had my fill of Chinese for at least a few days.

Then someone mentions the restaurant's wonderful lunch buffet and my Chinese wheels start turning. Could I do it all over again? I guess I could just have a little bit, because it's nothing like dinner. At lunch you have the option of ordering a lunch plate, complete with 2 to 3 delicacies suited to your tastes. No biggie right? The other option is the "all you can eat" buffet which, of course, has an endless supply of everyone's favorites, with no limit on your servings or their size and if I go for that option I can get more of my favorites.

And so it begins again.
The gluttony of Chinese eating. I am almost ashamed to tell you that I am seriously considering having some right now.

I just have one question for you.

How many of you are going to the local Chinese restaurant for lunch today after reading this?

Happy Birthday America!

I am off today to begin my July 4th celebration/vacation on Cape Cod. It's a family tradition, as we all converge on my mom's home and celebrate the independence of our country together. Besides Christmas, it's the only other time my entire family spends time together. I'm sure there will be lots of burger and dog eating, lobster and chowda eating, and of course, a big favorite of mine, FRIED CLAMS and tartar sauce eating. (you can tell I have reached my forties-I think about a vacation in terms of food)

Golf will be the main order of business for the rest of the week, and all else is planned around that sacred family activity. Beach time will be of the utmost priority also, and because my mom's beach house is on the ocean, we will make the most of the opportunity; including and not limited to twilight bonfires. Which also means SMORES! (there's the food thing again) The ladies will partake in our time honored tradition of flea-marketing. We will skillfully seek out the finest in cheezy beauty products, knock off designer handbags, silver jewelry and other coveted junk. Then, there's the fireworks, with of course, more food. Good times.

The weather had better be good because we have suffered through 22 days of rain in the month of June here in MA and it has sucked royally. I would say we are well over due. I heard that we are experiencing a Seattle-like climate here and that Seattle has had uncharacteristically record high temps and sunny days. (Cora, can you confirm this?) The beach house has no wi-fi so I will returning to the bloggersphere on Monday, July 6, 2009.

My best wishes to you and yours on this holiday and I will leave you with this cute, CLEAN little July 4th joke, wich immediately made me think of the infamous Vodka Mom and a little bit of innocence.

The Fourth of July weekend was approaching, and Miss Pelham, the nursery school teacher, took the opportunity to tell her class about patriotism. 'We live in a great country,' she announced. 'One of the things we should be happy is that, in this country, we are all free.'

Trevor, who was a little boy in her class, came walking up to her from the back of the room. He stood with his hands on his hips and said loudly, 'I'm not free. I'm four.'

Have a great holiday bloggers!

Peace out!