Dip...Shit.

First of all hats off to the beautiful, talented, compasionate, and ever shrinking SignGurl. She is the one responsible for the new look. Before, I was like a homeless guy sleeping on a park bench, with nothing for warmth but the Sunday Free Press. Now, I'm more like the homeless guy that found an empty refridgerator box, and moved it over a steam vent. Quite an upgrade!

Nearly Game time! I had such an great response to my Gargonzola dip recipe', that I thought I'd share the second greatest dip that you could possibly want to serve your guests on Game day.
That being the awesome...Vidalia Onion Dip!! Folks, this stuff is not Rocket Surgery, and you can tweak it in any way you choose...But this way works for me.................
In a small casserole dish, combine 1 large grated Vidalia ( or sweet ) onion ( on-yone ) with 2 cups of shredded Swiss cheese ( try the Jillie Bean brand, it's a bit spicier ). Then add 1 cup of Miracle Whip salad dressing.NOTE: There is a special brand called Strumpet Whip, although it's really hard to find, it's well worth the effort.....OK, combine all the ingrediants, mix well, then bake in a pre-heated oven 0f 350 degrees for 30-35 minutes. Take it out, give a little stir to make sure the middle is melted.....VOILA!! ...Thanks again Jenn........Peace.......G-Man.

Tag I'm It!!

I've been tagged by Top Cat to name ten things that begin with the letter G......

1.) Gay
In light of my previous post, it's the 1st thing that popped up! oooooooh.

2.) Gold
Fever inducing, expensive, lusterous. It can be resting on the ocean floor for centuries, and washed ashore as glowing as the day it was stolen! An ounce of it can be wound to a wire so thin it can stretch for over a mile. If all the gold in the history of the world that has ever been recovered, found or plucked from Mother Earth, were to be put inside the Washington Monument, it would only fill it up 1/3 of the way!
The stuff that dreams are made of!

3.) Ganja
The stuff that induces dreams!.......................Spliff Mon?

4.) Garibaldi
Flash back to 1969.....Western Civilization 101...!st hour lecture hall....A half dazed ganja induced stuperfied G-Man, is nodding in and out of Dr. Drews diatribe of Garibaldi's reorganization of the Papal States......" G-Man (everybody calls me G-Man), In what year were the Papal States reorganized ?".....Holy Shit, did he just call my name?. Only semi-conscious, I pulled myself together long enough to pull a wild guess right out of my ass......1870? His jaw dropped about a foot, and then he uttered, " Out of the mouths of babes!"...( BINGO!) he never asked me another question for the rest of the semester.......I got a 'C' in the class, but thats OK, I never studied a lick....

5.) Gary
Sponge Bob's buddy........I love Gary!

6.) Georgie Pordgie
He kissed the girls and made them cry!

7.) The Game
The Super Bowl of course! One of my favorite days of the year. Me and several of my friends always go to a local Bar and Grill called MO' Doggies. We have several tables lined up in front of a big screened T.V., and we have pools after every quarter, drink specials, and he provides Hot Wings, Hot Dogs, condiments, and we have a pot luck from the regulars.....Every year I am required to bring the same thing, if I don't bring it, I'm barred from entering, it's that good!
It's a dip, I will share it all with you so that you can be the hit of your Super Bowl Party. It's a dip made out of .......

8.) Gargonzola
Ahhhhh, Gargonzola! This blue-veined, pungent product of Italy's bovine populace, is a marvel of nature. Some folks claim that Stilton, Rocquefort, or Danish Bleu is just as good, but I beg to differ.......Here is your Prize Winning, Taste Tempting, Mouth Watering, hit of your party.
This is the ratio...you can adjust to the size of the crowd....
4 ounces of Gargonzola
8 ounce pkg of cream cheese
1/2 cup of pure apricot preserves ( be very careful here Crabby)
1/2 cup of finely chopped walnuts
( optional) 1/4 cup of bacon bits
Mix well with fork, but do NOT blend!....even if you don't like Bleu Cheese, this is KILLER!

9.) Mrs. G
Hats off to this smart, hard working, very pretty girl thats put up with me since college. Could you possibly imagine living with an ass-hole like me for all of these years? She takes everything seriously, I take NOTHING seriously. EXAMPLE: One time on vacation in the Black Hills, a line of cars were pulled over beside the road, and they were taking pics of some wild life. It was a very hot day, and the blacktop was very spongy. We stopped like everyone else to look, and there was a small herd of Big Horn Sheep down in a valley, I told her to get out and get a pic of them, when she got out of the car, the edge of the hot blacktop crumbled and she tumbled to the bottom of the ravine, once I saw that she wasn't dead, I hollared down to her" did you get the picture?"...Hey, I carried her back up, and put some ice on her broken ankle.......what?

10.) Galen
The first documented surgeon, he lived in ancient Greece and his ground breaking methods are still being used today.
The first name of Doc Adams on Gunsmoke
The name of the head Orangutan on Planet of the Apes
My name.....When I was born, we had no TV, and my Mothers favorite radio personality was a deep voiced, smooth talking man by the name of Galen Drake, she liked him so much she named me after him....later on in his career, he became the spokesperson for Preparation-H...
Some people say...How appropriate!.......Thanks TC...........PEACE.....G-Man

....And at this time, I would like to TAG the Sensational Strumpet, with the letter 'S'......xoxox

Oh Yeah Babe....I'm Your Back Door Man

THE FOLLOWING POST IS FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY, AND IN NO WAY REFLECTS THE VIEWS, POLICIES, OR SEXUAL ORIENTATION OF MANAGEMENT.....

Have you ever noticed that our society is selectively homophobic? In Europe it's quite common for men to kiss other men, either when greeting or leaving. But somewhere along the line our heritage of Puritinism seems to have prevailed. As kids we were taught to shake hands firmly, then to look that person in the eye. Rarely a hug, no kisses much past the age of 12. I'm not saying thats universal, but thats the way it is for the most part, don't you agree?

Women on the other hand, are free to walk in public arm in arm, dance together in a bar, or at a wedding reception, or even kiss. Have you ever noticed HNT comments on female posts by other women? Holy shit, it's like the Island of Lesbos! Hey, I'm not complaining, I find it very entertaining and rather arousing at times. Now I know that it is mostly friendly funny banter, and I'm sure that many girls have done more than twirled a few tongues together, but the point being is that it is read, then forgotten, and no big deal or value judgements are made.

Men on the other hand, are much more insecure in their sexual banter with one another. Bi women are hot, bi men are gay! Like Andrew Dice Clay always says.." either you suck dick, or you don't suck dick!"...Not that theres anything wrong with that!
How many people would bother visiting or reading certain blogs, if the conversations went something like this....................

Steven Novaks Blog....
Hey Steve, just read your new book. It was fabulous! The pictures of the cute little goats were sooo sweet. And I just find your sense of humor so hot and very sensual. It took me 4 days to read the whole book, I probably could have finished it sooner, but it's HARD to turn the pages with one hand*wink*...Toodles.....G-Man

Barmans blog.....
Oh Bryan, you look so *HAWT* in that turtleneck, I just want to get all snuggly with you. I can't wait to play' ride em cowboy' again..TTFN......G-Man

Top Cats blog.....
Oh TC, you make me PUrrrrrrrrrrrr. That dress that you wore on Halloween? So cute and sexy! After I saw it I wanted to become an astronaut right then and there......you know, so I could visit.....Uranus.

Yeah, if the G-Man made comments like that, I got a feeling that most of my responses would be from the Bay area...Not that theres anything wrong with that!..Sorry guys......G-Man

Coffee, Tea, or............

For years this has been my Friday night routine.....
After a tough week at work, all I want to do is quietly chill a bit. Upon arriving home about 6:30, I peel off the work duds and don my week-end warrior garb. That being my alter-ego of.......
Galen G. Man...Biker Businessman.
My wife always says to me.."you must have 50 Harley T-shirts"! Hahahahaha, little does she know that it's probably closer to 90. I try and find my most obnoxious dangly ear ring,...( I have a huge skull and cross-bones with piercing emerald eyes). I put my long flowing hair back in a pony tail. Black Levis, and a leather vest. Yeah Baby...Sleazy Rider!!
Then (sometimes the family is too embarassed to go with me) I head off to Borders Book Store. I enjoy coffee much more than booze. And sometimes they have local entertainment like poetry readings, New-Age improvisation, Celtic singers, blah blah blah. Because of this, the small cafe' fills up early in the evening, thats why I leave home early enough to procure a table.
Upon arrival I usually get the house brew, grab a few tatoo and biker rags, and sit back and observe.......Every week you see the same people.
1.) The elementary teacher correcting papers.
2.) The table of caffeine saturated teen-agers churning out a term paper.( group effort)
3.) The 'just came from the gym' jogging couple.
4.) The group of four late arrivals that stare at you dirty because you have a table, and they don't.
5.) The bubbly chick that is always trying to schlep some muti-level marketing scheme to a few of her friends.
6.) The recovering alcoholic that craves the crowd action, but doesn't dare go into a bar.
7.) The nearly blind Jewish guy that holds the novel that he is reading about 2 inches from his face.( he always wears his yamulke)
8.) And always a crowd favorite...Computer Boy! My son coined that term to him because up until 9:00 you can find him at the food court at the mall( about a mile away) sitting in front of his lap-top, grinning and talking to himself on his wireless. Then when the mall closes he comes to Borders because they are open till 11:00.
Of course, somewhere in the crowd, is a person observing her surroundings also, her eyes glance toward me( Hmmmm, not bad looking for his age, needs to drop about 40 or 50 pounds though, I wonder what HE does for a living? Probably works in a garage..if at all! Nice hair, is it real? Reads the same shit every week. I wonder if he really has a Harley, or is he just a wanna be? He always flirts with me...no, maybe he's just friendly. Nice tats.........) DILLIGAF?.......G-Man.

The Killer !

The music post seems to be popular on Mondays in Bloggerville, so I think it's time for another walk down musical Memory Lane.......with the G-Man.

A few weeks back I had a post about witnessing the implosion of our local hallowed concert venue, the IMA auditotium. One of the reasons that they could do that was because they had built a place called The Whiting Auditorium. The Whiting is a beautiful place, very intimate, as it only seats 2001 people. It is built nearly as a replica to the New York Opera House. It has huge acoustic sheilds hanging from the ceiling, and the seats are quite comfortable in plush thick red valour....Our college fraternity had contracted the job of providing ushers for every show that came to Flint. Ballet, Opera, Motown, Jazz, Rock, Broadway, whatever show came to town, we saw it for FREE! It was a sweet deal really, when all the other frats and sororities were having car washes and BYO's to raise money, we were dressing up and watching every big name in show biz.
My job at every performance was to tear tickets at the door until show time, then go back stage to keep the 'unwanted' groupies away from the entertainers. It was great, and I have many back stage tales to share......but in due time. This particular story is about Jerry Lee Lewis.
Jerry Lee at one time was as close to becoming the king of rock and roll as anyone. He could play piano like a madman, he was charismatic, he was handsome....but he made the unfortunate mistake of falling in love.....with his 14 year old 3rd cousin! I realize that in the Deep South thats the same as total strangers, but for the rest of society, that was tantamount to incest.
But he was still an awesome entertainer, and he still could pack em in.
So Jerry Lee came to town back about 1970? I did my normal stint on the door, and then slipped quietly back stage to assume my other nightly duties. It was kind of quiet in the wings, so I was just chilling and mingling just off stage, waiting for the show to start when I felt a presence behind me, I slowly turned around, and it was Jerry Lee. Now I have been at the behest of many famous people at the Whiting, and I didn't usually become star-struck, they are just normal insecure folks, like you and me. We were both waiting for the MC to announce his name when the theater Mgr. came up to him and said.." Jerry, I've seen your act, and get you get sort of wild, you can do what ever, but DO NOT jump up on top of my 8,000 Dollar Steinway piano...get it"? Jerry Lee gave a big grin, agreed to those terms, and just as the MC announced his name, the roar of the crowd started to become deafening, he turned to me and said.."Son, hang onto your socks, here comes The Killa!"

....."You shake my nerves, and you rattle my brain.
Too much love, drives a man insane.
You broke my will, but what a thrill....
Goodness Gracious, Great Balls of Fire".

He kept his promise that night, he did not stand on the Steinway...But he did smash a 500 dollar piano bench, much to the chagrin of the Mgr. But, as he put it, "well worth the price of admission". ..Guess what tune was on the radio this morning?.......Peace.......... G-Man

....I Feel So Broke-Up, I Want To Go Home

Even if we have no musical talent, can't play an instrument, or carry a tune in a bucket, music is an intregal part of all of our lives. You may remember the first chords you learned on a guitar, the first time you finger plinked 'chop-sticks', or your solo at the Christmas pageant.
Whatever the case may be, certain songs bring back different memories, good or bad!

Growing up with grand-parents, it wasn't automatic that I could drive the family car when I turned 16. In fact I couldn't. I worked at a job after school and in the summer for ONE dollar an hr. I had to rely on rides from friends and family for years. I did buy a motorcycle, but you couldn't ride it that often, so I scrimped and saved and when I was almost19 I could finally afford a car that was reliable...A 1963 Chevrolet Bel-Air automatic with a 283 V-8. I paid the whopping total of 300 dollars for that fine ride.....So here I was, after 4 years of begging rides, alone in my very own car... Hot summer day, windows down, I eased out of the driveway toward everywhere and nowhere. I turned on the radio, found my station, and cranked it up....

"Lines form on my face and hands, Lines form on my left and right. I'm in the middle, without any plans, I'm a boy and I'm a man...I'm 18, and I don't know what I want, I'm 18"........

To this day when I hear that Alice Cooper tune, I think of me being alone, cruising in my own FIRST car, 18 and confused every day!!
The first girl that I ever kissed was a girl named Suzie G. One Friday night after a football game me and my buddy Edd, (who is now gone) met a couple of girls at the local pizza parlor. We talked for a while, I was my normal charming self, and in no time we were invited to a party. Well the party was quite boring, but no one wanted to go home quite yet, as me and Edd together were quite a duo. Loud, funny, charming, and I had home-made wine to boot...AND my grandparents were out of town for the week-end!
Yeah, you know the scenario, back to the house, down a few glasses of vino, turn on the stereo, and find a room to make-out in. The album that I put on was The Beach Boys..Pet Sounds. What a great make-out album. And make-out we did, but to this day whenever I hear Sloop John-B, I think of that first magical night, when every boys fantasy finally comes true...

I'm not going into every tune that rings a bell with my memories, but those two songs always bring a smile to my face, and I drift back to a happy time, with no worries, and an exciting uncertain future.
Do any of you have a song that holds a special place in your heart, or in your memories? Maybe it's a more recent tune, or a tune that reminds us of another time and place. I really enjoy the feedback that I get from all of my new friends, it means a lot to me, and I appreciate it.

....Now for the tie-in. My last three posts have been about ...Sex..Drugs..and Rock & Roll !!
After this I'll have to think of a new series,( LIME )......but for now, Peace...G-Man

TMI Tuesday

....And Mother Nature placed a cold , frosty kiss, upon our cheek!

I don't usually participate in blog theme days, but here goes....answer any, all, or none.

1.) Valium......or joint?

2.) Tylenol 3 (or 4) ......or 800mg Motrin?

3.) Beer....wine....mixed drink.....shot?

4.) Draft beer......or bottle?

5.) Shot of Cuervo....or shot of Jagermeister?

6.) Chardonnay.......Merlot?

7.) When out with a group of friends, are you more likely to end up at a bistro with booze....or a coffee place like Borders, Starbucks, or Tim Horton's?

...Bonus Question...If you answered 'joint' to #1. ....joint, pipe,......or bong?

G-Man is going somewhere with these posts, stay tuned for for the connection.........