Oklahoma’s Best BBQ
| January 26, 2009 | Filled under Video |
Props to wherever I saw this first (I forgot who posted it) but I flipped when I realized it was from Oklahoma. Please, fellow Okies, report back to me if you have eaten here!
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Speed Street
Want to know how badass Houston was in the 1980s? Check out the film about about our roving gang of prankster roller skaters, the Urban Animals. Last night we went to Aurora Picture Show’s Scoot In event, where they were screening a series of short independent films about wheeled transportation. They showed Speed Street, and while the quality in these YouTube vids is shit, the movie is fucking awesome, with an excellent ’80s soundtrack to boot. We met up with our scooter friends and rode to the screening, at Sesquicentennial Park. It was nice to be back on the Vespa. Even after 3-4 months of her sitting idle in the garage, she started up right away. That was, after I remembered to turn on the ignition. The weather was perfect. Pretty soon it’ll be too hot to ride during the day. Below is another movie they screened, which I though was pretty badass.And they’ve talked on the phone a handful of times. Oguchi called after Sept. 11 to make sure Otto and her family were safe, and Otto reciprocated after the earthquake and tsunami in Japan a little more than a year ago.
Pen pals since 1949 meet up for the first time. So touching.There is no greater happiness for a man than approaching a door at the end of a day knowing someone on the other side of that door is waiting for the sound of his footsteps.
Marriage advice from Ronald Reagan, via Letters of Note
Learn How To Be a Starfucking Superfox!
Sigh. Anybody remember Groupie Central?
32 years ago at 7:22 a.m. Central Time I was born at Presbyterian Hospital in Oklahoma City. Birthdays on a Wednesday suck. I mean, how to celebrate?
Mr. Spriggs is mothafuckin’ delicious! Their old place had a better atmosphere though. That building was alllllllll fucked up. They were building a new place just up the road when I left in ’03 (Jesus, has it been that long?). And they don’t call it BBQ sauce, it’s “the dip.” Old recipe from grandma Sprigg, I think. The Gazette had me going there about once a month it seemed. Hands down, the best goddamn pork I’ve ever had. Owners were super nice too. Too bad it was way out in Midwest City. I’d have gone more often.
Tenderrrrrr.