To satisfy your gustatory desires, please review the following board of fare.

Everything tastes better with chocolate...well almost everything.
The U.S. government is loosening restrictions on the import of absinthe. These confections would be an easy introduction to the wonders of wormwood.
So much variety and regional taste - Hot dogs around the country.
Worst foods in America. Oh, but they taste so gooooood...
If you must diet, at least look cool while doing so.
My personal diet plan consists of stocking my fridge with inedible products. I lost 20 lbs. by getting nauseous opening my refrigerator and seeing this.
Ever wonder why the guys on Madison Avenue make so much money? Take a look at this german site comparing advertised foods with their real counterparts.
Educational site on what the world eats.
Lost that menu? Go to this site, enter your city and it pulls up the menus of most restaurants in your area.


Web Junkie

Steve West scours the Web searching for interest or absurdity and then shakes his head ruefully when he finds it. Read more »

David Blaine, Time Traveling Demon

Hilarious parody of David Blaine and his magic victims. Part I & Part II. Go »

Turn Left At Alpha Centauri

So you've been abducted by aliens. How on Earth (literally) are you going to get back home? Fortunately, you are a forward thinker; a planner; an "any room I enter I have an escape route" thinker. Go »

Good Morning, Let's See Who's Dead

A website devoted to tracking who's alive and who's not. Most entries are for the recently passed but also some entries to silence rumors. Also, a neat feature to read obituaries and find photographs of actual grave locations. Go »

Worst Pun Ever

Recent conversation with Brenda. Brenda: What are you grilling for dinner? me: Wookie steak. Go »

My Second Dad

Earlier this week, I lost my father-in-law to lung cancer. He was a beautiful man who welcomed me into his family after marrying his oldest daughter. Family isn’t always blood. Go »

Christmas Post #16: A Hillbilly Christmas

My father was born and raised in North Carolina. Throughout my childhood we would make the summer trek to my Granny and Grandpaw's house in the middle of the state. Many a summer night passed listening to roosters (they crow all friggin' night), the occasional gator grunt, and my hillbilly cousins fart and scratch while playing cards. Go »