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Here’s the recipe for the best bratwurst evah.

• 1 package of bratwurst or about 12 single ones if you know a good meat shop and will buy them individually
• 1/2 stick of butter
• 2 good beers.  Don’t use cheap shit.
• about 3 tablespoons of brown sugar
• about 2 teaspoons of chili powder
• 3 cloves of garlic, minced
• 1 large white onion, coarsley chopped
• 2 teaspoons of black pepper
• 1 foil roasting pan
• aluminum foil
• charcoal grill

Put the brats in the roasting pan and pour the two beers over them. Then you throw the rest of the shit in there and let it sit in the fridge for about five hours.  When they’re good and soaked, prepare your grill.  When you arrange your charcoal be sure to move them to the edges so you have a big spot cleared for indirect heat.  Now the recipe gets really simple.  Put the roasting pan on the spot in the grill where there are no coals, cover it with foil and let it simmer for probably 40 minutes. Every 10 minutes, move the brats around and turn them so they cook evenly.

After 40 minutes of simmering, take the bratwurst out of the bath and throw them on the grill over the coals.  Brown them for about 2 or 3 minutes a side and put them back in the roasting pan.  Remove the roasting pan from the grill and serve.  Please, for the love of all things sacred, don’t use hot dog buns.  Use a good hoagie roll and serve with a quality spicy brown mustard and some onions from the brat bath.

So Radiohead was a religious experience last night here in Saint Louis. I kept my phone out and wrote down the setlist as it was being played. The editor-in-chief here at JustinSpeak is, as you have surely surmised, not hardcore enough to live blog a set list on an iPhone or anything, so this is a close second. Nonetheless, their show was awesome. Different setlist from one a few days ago, but still very awesome.

Radiohead Setlist

1. All I need
2. Jigsaw
3. Airbag
4. Fifteen Step
5. Nude
6. Kid A
7. Arpeggi
8. The Gloaming
9. You and Who’s Army
10. Idioteque
11. Faust Arp
12. Videotape
13. Everything in Its Right Place
14. Reckoner
15. Optimistic
16. Bangers and Mash
17. Body Snatchers
18. Exit Music (For a Film)
19. Myxomatosis
20. Iron Lung
21. There There
22. Fake Plastic Trees
23. Pyramid Song
24. House of Cards
25. Paranoid Android

Yeah, I was there. Yeah, it fucking rocked. What a light show. What a band.

Okay, so I’m having a little time travel experiment in a few months. I’m starting to wonder why I haven’t worked on promoting this more. The real answer to the question is simple, since Arch City Marketing has taken off, I’ve had less time to mess with Web sites that don’t pay me any money. However, there is another reason.

Due to the nature of the time travel BBQ, I don’t have to do ANYTHING until the last possible moment before June 7, 2008 at 9:10:11 PM. Why? Because anything that is done up until that point will have lasted through the future just as much as anything done previously. Still with me? In the context of time travel BBQ, I’ve managed to create the perfect excuse for slacking off and procrastinating. If I make a titanium invitation now, it won’t be any more effective than if I made one at the last possible second. Yeah, I could have spread the word better on the web and gotten more steam building. I could have also acted on my idea of getting a public space to throw the party and getting some sponsorships and what not, but maybe that will be next year.

Oh, I didn’t tell you my dearest reader?

Time Travel BBQ will become an annual event. I’ve always wanted a holiday in my honor, but since I’m a relative nobody there isn’t any chance I’m going to get a federal holiday in my namesake where people get off work and shit. No, my best bet at this time is to make annual the time travel BBQ.

While I’m thinking of what date to make the BBQ, ponder this image I got from my good friends at Wikipedia. To hell with context, just stare at it and see if your head explodes at the awesomeness. Coolest. Flowchart. Ever.

I just ate a burger from “Big V’s Burger Joint” here in Saint Louis. This fucking thing was narsty. I mean NARSTY! I swear to whatever god you choose that I just consumed a zillion calories.

Kinda makes me wish I was drunk.