I'm not the first to write about Bacon Jam.
I'm not the first one to be obsessed with it.
I'm just the latest in a long line of excited bacon lovers who want a taste.

Here's how it's made: Take really good bacon, render it down, add spices, simmer for 6 hours, puree, blast chill it and...Bacon Jam!

Imagine the possibilities.

Skillet sells it. Just $10 for 8oz Mason jar.

From The Sports/Sexual Ambiguity Desk...

A few weeks back The Sports Desk brought you the tale of South African sprint champ Caster Semenya. It was a story of competition, jealousy and sexual intrigue. Caster won the 800 meters at the World Championships. Soon after, there were rumblings that she was actually a he.

The verdict is apparently in. So, is the runner a girl or a boy? Well, yes.

Procedures that involved "blood and chromosome tests as well as a gynecological examination" were done. Ladies and gents, we have a true hermaphrodite. Caster is swinging double junk. Both female and male sex organs. Victor and Victoria. Chastity Bono and, uh ... Chastity Bono. Never mind that last one. I'm confused by it too.

Now the real question: Does this DQ the runner from competing in the women's division? We had a discussion about this a couple hours ago. While I sympathize with Caster, it's awful that the whole world knows what's weird downstairs, I think she/he has to be disqualified.

Am I wrong? What say you?

It's hard to imagine that this guy would turn into an Oscar nominated actor. And yet, here's Marky Mark working out/sexually harassing women. If this sort of transformation is possible, I figure I'm four or five years away from my career as a world champion Irish step dancer.

(Via Mike Errico)

April 2012 will mark the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic.
(Whereas, 2097 will mark the sinking of James Cameron's career.)

To honor this tragic occasion, why not hop aboard the Titanic Memorial Cruise.

For as little as $5,532 US dollars, you can take the voyage from Southampton, England, steam towards the Atlantic, listen to lectures, chamber music, and socialize before ramming an iceberg somewhere near the site where the original Titanic sunk.

As the boat rapidly fills with freezing cold water, you'll finally be able to experience what certain death and absolute terror feels like.

Perhaps you can try to be Leonardo DiCaprio and hang off the back of the boat as it crashes into the ocean. Then your body will be entombed in a watery grave a few dozen yards from the original Titanic.

Yey!

(Or hopefully you make it to New York and can catch the 2012 revival of Cats.)

Recreating the Titantic voyage is certailny a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Make sure to get travel insurance though.

Man, we didn't see this coming.

YBNBY staffer Echowood's dad was in Florida and was popped for assault. Seems a gentleman at a local watering hole made a crack about Echo's dad's teeth. So he smacked the dude in the head with a beer bottle.

To make matters worse, the cops were calling Echo's dad "Dracula" during the mugshot photo. Not cool, cops. Not cool.

We have decided to funnel the $777 bucks we were going to raise for a dinner with Echo and myself to post bail. Until then, Echo's dad remains in county lockup bartering cigarettes for dental floss.

(The best part of this is Adam is sitting right next to me as I typed.)

At the end of summer, and with Obama's summer reading list as an influence, Johnny and Adam discuss what they read this past summer. From Adam reading Cemetery Dance and Three Cups of Tea to Johnny's Biography of the Elephant Man and World War Z ... all genres are covered.

You'll also notice the intense wind we encountered during the taping. This is no doubt due to our Audio guy (Raoul) leaving early to stand in line for tickets to Julie & Julia. I went through and transcribed the show on the following page.

Man Law #23: Never look scared on the roller coaster camera photo.

No matter how many times you ride a those crazy coasters, it's important that a guy remembers where the camera is.

It may be acceptable to scream your face off 99% of the ride, but that one split second when they flash that camera, you better look cool. In control. Masculine.

Take my cousin Rob.
He's ready, flashing the horns and tongue. Very manly.

Me?.... Dammit.

Sorry, guys. I promise to do better next time.

"Whiteout" ** (out of four): An adequate thriller - complete with scares, red herrings and a nonsensical twist-ending - which exploits its Antarctic surroundings for all their worth.

"Whiteout", perhaps sadly, is not an accounting of the origins of the popular correctional fluid. Instead, the title refers to what the script calls an "unholy combination of climatic events" that results in a person not being able to see more than six inches in the distance. Something like this doesn't tend to happen in your average city. It takes a certain locale. One such location is Antarctica which, as a title card helpfully reminds us, is "the coldest, most isolated land mass on Earth". Brrr.

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