Have you ever wondered about that phrase? Just why is the proof in the pudding? Did the person who coined the phrase research other desserts? I have this vision of a team of scientists in Belgium holding a press conference.
“We’ve eaten a variety of cakes, pies, and cookies. We were unable to find conclusive truth in any of them. Dr. Van Wilmart claimed to have found proof in pecan pie. However, is research could not be duplicated and we later learned his brother owned a pecan farm. The esteemed Dr. …

Somebody put me on an Occupy Wall Street mailing list. And a Black Women’s Socialist networking mailing list.  I’ve also been put on a community organizer list and an anger management list. All of these have happened in the last 7-10 days. Obviously, none of these folks read my blog!
They must have missed my frequent run-ins with PETA. (I love animals, especially the tasty ones.) They must have missed my bid to become Emperor of the United States (a lot of Obama and McCain voters are regretting not making me …

This week’s letter comes from Mark in Beech Grove:
Dear Dating Idiot: I’m never quite sure how to end a first date. Should I always try for the kiss or should I settle on a hug?
Dear Mark,
This is an excellent question and one that many of your fellow readers want to know. There are basically 4 ways you can end the date: kiss, hug, shake hands, headbutt.
First will look at the kiss. This option should be used after a particularly good date. Make certain you’ve read her signals well and there …

Have you ever watched performance art? It’s kind of like seeing a UFO. You know you saw something, you’re just not sure what it was or if it was really art. If performance art makes you feel that way, you’re really going to be scratching your head over this one: A woman in New York is going to turn the birth of her child into performance art.
Marni Kotak is calling her show The Birth of Baby X. I’m assuming the baby will appreciate the title years later, as it will …

I was in a department store today with a couple of friends. I’ve always sort of viewed the department store as a flyover venue, sort of like New Yorkers view the Midwest. For me, it was that place you walked through on your way to the other place —the place with the electronics, or the gadgets, or the food court. Anyway, there were three of us on this journey, one being female. The female in our group is anticipating some sort of upcoming ritual that involves a minister, cake, and …

Those wacky, nutty French. They’re always coming up with ways to show us that we American’s are a nation of uncouth people. Their food is better, their wine is better, and their cheese is cheesier. However, yesterday one of their most recognized citizens did something that might have been a stunt from the show Jackass —or business as usual on Jersey Shore. Gerard Depardieu urinated in the aisle of a plane, just before takeoff.

If you like your events dipped in batter and fried to a golden brown, the State Fair is almost here! The event’s organizers are calling this the Year of Soybeans. I wonder if they will try to deep fry them. Let’s face it, that wouldn’t be the most ridiculous deep fried thing sold there. We had the deep fried Oreos, the deep fried Pepsi (I still can’t figure that one out), and deep fried Twinkies.

So tonight I watched the President talk about the debt ceiling. Then John Boehner gave a rebuttal. If someone told me I would have to watch the two of them every night, I would weep openly. Of course, America didn’t have to be subject to this. I hate to say I told you so, but I told you so. In 2008, I gave you the outline of my plan to eliminate the National Debt. Rather than listen to me, you put your faith in Democrats and Republicans. Silly voters. So, …

I was just shamed by a fan for not writing a Derek Jeter/3,000 hit post. Not just shamed, derided. Maybe even taken to the woodshed. So, I Jeff Stanger officially apologize for not writing a Derek Jeter post last week. Or any posts for that matter. It was an interesting week. And without further adieu, here is some dieu on Derek Jeter. (Remember, you asked for it!)

… but you can shoot a dead Camaro. Well, except in Arizona, where they frown on that sort of thing. It seems that Lauriano Lawrence Lovato, frustrated by the alliteration of his name and the fact that his car wouldn’t start, shot his car. Twice. Both shots went through the windshield and hit the dashboard.