Fun Fact Friday - What's more Irish than fajitas?

Sure and begorrah! Inasmuch as I've been partaking of the Guinness the last few evenings, and spent an evening at a pub-ish sort of place last night with some former co-workers, I fully expected the restaurant to have an assortment of Irish dishes.

Now, we've not yet had the opportunity to travel in Ireland, but I can't say as I've seen the fourth item on their menu advertised for St. Patrick's Day specials. Maybe that's just me.

And I really do like the Guinness, with its health benefits and all, but fajitas and stout? Doesn't trip anything special for me.

Humanity has been grilling meat since we harnessed the power of fire. That was way back in like 1938 or thereabouts, I'm sure. I think. Maybe.

Anyway, back in the days of cattle drives, the ranchers would slaughter cattle during the drive to feed their cowhands. And the 'less-than-desireable' cuts were given to the Mexican vaqueros as part of their pay. Cow heads, hides, innards and skirt steak were all put to good use. Cow's head stew, menudo (not the band), and grilled skirt were all on the menu.

Over time, the grilled steak became a common household meal in Texas, up through the sixties. In 1969, Sonny Falcon, an Austin, Texas meat market manager, opened the first commercial fajita concession stand at a rural Dies Y Seis celebration in the town of Kyle. At the same time, fajitas made their debut on the menu at the Round-Up Restaurant in Pharr, Texas. Notwithstanding similar dishes served across the border in Mexican cattle towns for decades, the fajita had taken hold on the U.S. psyche. In the seventies, this meal took a step forward and started showing up on restaurant menus throughout the Lone Star State.

In 1982, the fajita took an even greater step. Chef George Weidmann, when opening the new Hyatt Regency in Austin, picked up on the dish and added a sizzle platter to the mix.

The sad part of this process is that as the dish evolved, it moved further away from its roots. Seldom do restaurants use the original skirt steak, opting instead for the more manageable and innocuous sirloin, as well as adding chicken and other meats to the mix. And the dish has evolved into an American melting-pot classic, with flavors that seldom evoke the flavors of Mexico.

Or Ireland.

Random Acts of Thursday - One of these things, Alice!

I loved Sesame Street as a kid. The mix of live action and taped films, all of them three minutes or less, worked with my attention span.

Actually, it still does. What am I saying?

Anyhow, time to play 'One of These Things Is Not Like the Others'. Because one of these things just might not belong. But for the most part, the groups of films or actors listed below have at least one thing in common, and one of the items is just slightly different. Identify the commonality between them all, and then tell us which item should be removed to add a level of commonality between the remaining four. We're not about self-esteem, so there are wrong answers, but at least you can rest assured that there could be more than one correct answer.

Group 1:

Roger Ward – Young Einstein (1988)

André René Roussimoff – The Princess Bride (1987)

James George Janos – Predator (1987)

Terry Bollea – Rocky III (1982)

Laurence Tureaud – D.C. Cab (1983)

***

Group 2:

Cool World (1992)

Who Framed Roger Rabbit (1988)

The Incredible Mr. Limpet (1964)

Kill Bill, Vol 1 (2003)

Space Jam (1996)

***

Group 3:

Gone in Sixty Seconds (2000)

The Thomas Crown Affair (1999)

Dirty Rotten Scoundrels (1988)

I Am Legend (2007)

Never Say Never Again (1983)

***

Group 4:

Mad Max (1979)

Yojimbo (1961)

Fistful of Dollars (Per un pugno di dollari) (1964)

Old Boy (2003)

Wild at Heart (1989)

***

Time to update that Netflix list, don't you think? Bonus question, three of these groups contain films I've never seen, believe it or not. Identify the groups. Bonus bonus, if you can identify the films themselves. Also, hint for you, 10% of the clues above relate to Monday's quote.

Is it any wonder I removed the 'Nerd' tag from use?

I can hardly contain the nerdiness

Did you ever have one of those days, where the excitement of something impending is just excruciating? As a kid on Christmas Eve, or during those last few days before summer vacation, or even now as an adult, those last hours before you leave for a big trip?

This is how I feel with my nerdy self. I'm so excited about tomorrow's Random Act, I can hardly contain myself.

In the meantime, go check this out, because I can't post tomorrow's post today. It just wouldn't be right to have a Random Act of Wednesday.

That'd be like opening your presents the night before Christmas, and that's just wrong.

Bribery. It really does work.

Ah, the art of Letting Others Write Your Post, (hereinafter LOWYP).

I really didn't have anything to say today, I spent last evening basking in the glory of a meal well made. I rocked out the pancetta, eggs and Parmaggiano, and made a perfect fettucine carbonara. This is one of my all-time favorite pasta dishes, the signature dish of Rome, and one of those pleasures I allow myself when Lori's not home. She'd love it if she gave it a chance, but since the eggs are cooked only by the heat of the pasta, she fears it.

Cracked a bottle of Pinot Noir, a nice French beauty from '02, and it really went with the salty fattiness of the meal.

So I really didn't have the energy, all loaded up on pork fat and carbs and wine, (oh my), to write anything brilliant, exciting or challenging for you, dear readers. Not even a Dead Wrestler Trading Card.

But fear not! For bribery prevails.

You may recall that last December there was a little prize-laden contest held here at CDS Enterprises. And the dear and lovely Nej, of the Omaha Mot-and-Nej's, won said contest.

Because living vicariously is what the Internet is all about, go read her play-by-play about her winnings. Sweet, sweet, bacon-y winnings.

And then remember, there are plenty of other quizzes to be won. No bacon bars, I'd go broke if I did that with every quiz I posted. But they're good practice, nevertheless. Because even though you missed National Pie Day, International Bacon Day will be upon us before you know it! And what better reason for a giveaway is there?

Movie Mania Monday - Pie in the sky

Last week was a long, pie-filled week, was it not? Even with a pie-themed quote, nobody got it right. I even left hints. Spoilers, if you will. Ah, well, better luck next time, right?

Welcome now to this week's quote! Voici, la quote de la semaine! This one's been on tap for some time, finally decided to use it, easy or not. Maintenant, remember the rules. First person to guess correctly the original source of the quote wins a prize - no movie characters quoting other movies. No Googling or asking Jeeves, either you know the quote or you don't. The prize is a Major Award and consists of the people's ovation and fame forever (and the title of Iron Quote-Guesser):

Motorbikes and leather men stick to me like electric dream

Allez guessing!!!

Fun Fact(ish) Pie Day

So I was remiss yesterday, and left you dear souls factless. I hope, despite the sadness and hand-wringing this caused you that you remembered to save your fork. Because today, there's pie!

Ah, yes, National Pie Day is upon us. And I would be a failure, dear reader, if I didn't find a way to make the greatest holiday of all a little nerdier for you.

Pie has made appearances throughout children's rhymes my entire life. Four-and-twenty blackbirds baked into one. Mmmm, crow-y. Charming Billy's quest to find a wife, where one of the criteria was her ability to bake a cherry pie. Of course, when I looked up the lyrics to make sure I wasn't mistaken, apparently she also needed the ability to spin. I love the wide-eyed innocence we had as children, whereas now I have to wonder if 'bake a cherry pie' is a euphemism.

Jack Horner? Christmas pie.

Simple Simon? He encounters a pie man, the penniless little moron.

Those naughty kittens lost their mittens, and probably got a beating instead of pie. Because those were the times we lived in when that was written.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get pie for breakfast.

Random Acts of Thursday - I must have pie-DHD

So many things I want to share with you’uns all today. (Well, tomorrow, truth be told, since I write these while you’re watching reruns of ‘Who’s the Boss’ on Nick at Nite or some such thing. Not that I'm judging.)

First, just a brief anecdote: there is a woman in my office who has worked there for a year or so, and in the last two weeks it has actually dawned on me that she thinks my name is Louis. Despite figuring this out two weeks ago, I haven't corrected her. In my defense, she has a heavy Carribean accent, and I don't understand half of what she says. In everyone else's defense, I have a hard time hearing most people and really don't make the effort to listen carefully to much of what's said in the world.

And now, a list of my favorite pies:

1) Lori’s cranberry-apple pie – the crust is perfection, and the fruit is tart and not overpoweringly sweet. This is pie I could eat year-round and never tire of it.

2) Banana cream – as long as the bananas are fresh and the pie is nice and cold, they're so perky. Mmm, refrigerator pies.

3) Coconut cream – see above

4) Coconut custard – sweet and custardy, with far more staying power than coconut cream, dense with the sweet flaky goodness. I generally have a thing for custard pies, as long as they’re not too eggy.

5) Pumpkin and sweet potato – this is an early childhood thing for me, and every year I will eat at least one of these by myself, in its entirety, in less than a day. I eat it for breakfast, and nobody stops me because I am an adult. Really.

This is not to say I don’t like other pie, far from it. Apple pies, where the apples are crisp and tender, not chewy. Cherry pies if I don’t get a pit – my first ever slice of cherry pie contained three so I tend to shy away. Strawberry rhubarb in season, if I can get it. Blueberry. Wildberry. Every berry. Pecan. Chocolate pecan. French silk. Lemon cream cheese. Savory pies, like phyllo-covered chicken pot pie. Pizza pie. Even pocket pies, or fried pies, or whatever colloquial regionalism you apply to the little 3x5 turnover-style (think Hostess, only better) pies.

My best pie experience ever. Uh, EH-UH-VER. A co-worker, the best cook in the office, was walking past my desk several Thanksgivings ago with a sweet potato pie. Me, being pie-obsessed and, well, let’s face it, a big nerdy fat guy, held my hands out expectantly. And she gave me the pie. It was not for me, it was a gift from another co-worker and she was taking it to her daughter, but she gave it to me. No questions asked, no expectation of anything in return. I’m sure I lit up like a five-year-old on Christmas morning. Now, any time I’m in the vicinity of a pie-laden fellow human being, I put my hands out expectantly. Because if it worked once, it could very well work again.

My second-best pie experience ever. After college, I did time working for the HR and Payroll departments of a large regional grocer. Our office was next to the lunchroom, and one glorious day, the bakery specialist came into our department, as they needed additional pie-tasters. I walked into the lunchroom to a scene of mass pie-steria. Every conceivable flavor of pie available from our bakery and three other commercial bakers. Four peach pies, four apple pies, four cherry pies, four pumpkin pies, it was pie heaven. And it was work, because we had to rate each pie. We got little election sheets. Why can’t I find a full-time job like this?

And what would Thursday be without a quiz? Not surprisingly, there are lots of movie-and-pie connections. What kind of role did pie have in each of the following films?

a) Blazing Saddles

b) American Pie

c) Starman

d) O Brother, Where Art Thou?

e) Animal House

f) Twin Peaks - Fire Walk With Me

g) Waitress

h) Stand By Me

i) Dr. Strangelove

Was the pie in each film: pie for eating, pie for stealing, pie for throwing, or pie for _____? I know as quizzes go, this is kind of flimsy, but what did you expect?

Even if you don't know the answers, please feel free to share your favorite pie flavors, your most memorable pie experience, or any other movies you feel would have been improved had they cast pie in a starring role.

A late addition, with special thanks to Dogimo and the fine folks at the NCES!

Burn, baby, burn - pizza inferno?

Saw in posts from my Milwaukee friends and family that Pizza Man burned to the ground yesterday. Six-alarm fire, took out several other restaurants, bars and apartments as well, but Pizza Man is the one indelibly etched in my brain. There may be some controversy around this fire, as there were rumors last week that the restaurant was being sold. Arson is being investigated as a possibility, but the owner vows that he will rebuild.

Mmmm, pizza.

I may have mentioned, once or twice, that I was a 'husky' child. In fact, if you click on the 'childhood' tag, I would guess that at least half of the stories revolve around me eating something.

My friend Chris was larger, too, though he managed to grow out of it. However, in sixth grade, we were both champion eaters. After spending the day at Landmark Lanes for 63 cent games of bowling, we went to Pizza Man to use the 50% off coupon Chris' mother had given us.

We ordered the large pizza, probably a 'Milwaukee Special' (CSMO), and the waitress informed us the coupon was for carry-out only. One of us, probably Chris, suggested a wager, wherein the two of us bet we could finish an entire large pizza, 18 or 19 inches, and if so, she'd let us use our coupon.

She agreed, we ate, and we won. Is anyone surprised?

Being that we took the bus back to Chris' house afterward, there is always the possibility that this was the same trip where my watch was taken from me by a large man with a perm and a full-length down parka. Another story, another time.

However, as Saturday approaches, it's time to talk about a different kind of pie. National Pie Day is upon us! Check here for goings-on in your neck of the woods. To find out more about how to properly celebrate such a festive day, click here!

Life is short, eat more pie.

The SPITWAD Chronicles - whatchoo talkin' 'bout?

As I think about what needs to be purged from my unnecessary trappings of youth before we move, I recall that I have the trifecta of Gary Coleman 'Dynamite' magazines. Because everyone liked Arnold. Even though he apparently never learned to sign his name...

But what of the rest of the cast?

Conrad Bain, though 87 years old, is still kicking about somewhere. I'm shocked, wasn't expecting that.

Charlotte Rae, everyone's beloved Mrs. Garrett and a native of my hometown, is also still alive and actively pursuing roles. Honestly, I thought they replaced her on The Facts of Life because she died, not because she simply had the good sense to know when they Cousin Olivered the whole mess.

Then there were the sundry useless characters that wandered through, including Danny Cooksey, once Gary Coleman's cuteness waned.

Dana Plato, of course - dead. Only since 1999, much later than I expected but still...dead. Pity.

Which brings us to today's SPITWAD recipient! Todd 'Willis' Bridges! Prison time, drug problems, uncreatively named bands, promotional wrestling, but the man's still alive. Congratulations, Todd! Way to overcome the odds! This means I can't even feature him on an upcoming Dead Wrestler Trading Card!

Speaking of people and things I figured were dead, Warrant's career certainly outlasted their 15 minutes. I was actually amazed at the number of songs I recognized. Odd, since I don't remember being a hairband fan. And the model and actress featured in their Cherry Pie video, Bobbie Brown, eventually married (and divorced) lead singer Jani Lane.

To be sure, if I'd had to vote, I would have expected another Bobby Brown to be gone years ago, but I suppose we can add him as SPITWAD runner-up. Not bad for a man with a Gumby fade.

Movie Mania Monday - We'll just tell your Mother that we ate it all

Last week, Ms identified last week's quote from American Grafitti, making it two in a row for her. Congratulations! This classic American film featured several notable Chevy's (Chevvies?), though I don't recall either of them being driven to a levee, dry or not.

Now on to this week's quote! Remember the rules. First person to guess correctly the original source of the quote wins a prize - no movie characters quoting other movies. No Googling or asking Jeeves, either you know the quote or you don't - and if you've gotten ANY inkling of this week's running theme, you've probably got a shot, dude. The prize is a Major Award and consists of the people's ovation and fame forever (and the title of Iron Quote-Guesser):

...And two Dutch apple pie with whipped cream.

Allez guessing!!!

Want Pie Now

In the coming week, you will notice a distinct theme here at Cheesehead Displacement Syndrome. Next Saturday is National Pie Day, but being as nobody reads my weekend posts around here, I thought I would devote the entire week to filled-crust desserts.

This includes important tips;

Amusing web animations;

The adventures of Elliott as Baker - for my first-ever chess pie is in the oven as I write this - and Elliott the Pie-Eater, because why would I bake pie if not to eat it?

Unnecessary references to Warrant and Don McLean;

And, of course, gratuitous but tasteful nudity. Can't forget that.

Remember. Life is short, eat more pie.

Have a question about pie? Ask the Nerdy Fat Guy! If he doesn't know, he'll make something up, and isn't that better in the long run, anyway?

Check and Mate

Have I mentioned yet that this upcoming Saturday is National Pie Day? I may have.

I baked a chess pie today, and it was everything I dreamed it would be. The last time I had chess pie was at a Furr's on the east side of Topeka in September of 2001. It was a rainy day. Anyone who knows me won't be shocked that I remember this. We are talking about pie, after all.

This is the recipe I followed, the pseudo-official Luby's Buttermilk Chess Pie recipe, and it's so simple even I can make it without disaster ensuing:

1 2/3 cups granulated sugar

2/3 cup butter or margarine, melted

1/3 cup all-purpose flour

4 extra-large eggs

1 1/3 cups buttermilk

1/2 teaspoon vanilla

Dash of salt

1 unbaked 9" pie shell

Heat oven to 375°F.

In large bowl, combine sugar, butter, and flour. Mix well. Add eggs, one at a time, mixing well after each addition. Add buttermilk, vanilla and salt. Mix just until blended. Do not overmix.

Pour into pie shells.Bake 45 to 50 minutes or until wooden pick inserted in center comes out almost clean. Do not overbake. Makes one 9" pie, I had some extra filling left over so you could probably use a deep-dish crust.

It is a thing of beauty, both in appearance and taste. I highly recommend it.

Fun Fact Friday - Paint Your (Band)Wagon

Wednesday, when I devised a fiendish plan for wealth and world domination, my friend Sarah (buy her book on March 19th!) indicated she would like onto my bandwagon. Sure, the bandwagon needs fundage to grease the wheels, get the wagon rolling, so to speak. But really, just what is a bandwagon, anyway? And why should we be jumping onto it so willy nilly?

The term originated in the mid-1800's right here in the good old US of A, when politicians would announce their arrival into town for the campaign season by riding atop a circus wagon populated by a loud, (and probably out-of-tune) brass band. To show their support of said politician, lookers-on would run into the road and climb aboard the wagon. I envision this looking much like the busses and trains in third-world countries, where buying a ticket doesn't necessarily guarantee you a seat inside.

Using a circus wagon over a century ago as our nation was expanding and really coming to fruition, is it any wonder that the term 'political circus' has remained in vogue? And sure, the classic circus featured a band, but certainly not as prominently as some other three-ring denizens...

Coincidence? I think not.

Random Acts of Thursday - Chess, anyone?

Some time ago, during my Moon Pie post, I made mention of chess pie. And now I'm hungry for it, so I bought all the fixings for it. Yes, I was going to bake. Then I realized again why I don't bake.

I did not purchase pie crust. Yes, I was going to use frozen pie crust, because it's not fair to make Lori make pie crust for me, since I was going to take credit for the pie (and if she's making pie crust, I'm going to expect her famous apple cranberry pie). So no chess pie for me. It would appear there are as many recipes for chess pie as there are bakers. Some of them, like the one above, call for brown sugar, milk and vinegar. The Luby's recipe I was going to use calls for buttermilk and white sugar. Such pies originated in winter months, when fruit was scarce and burly pioneers craved something sweet.

But just because I don't have any chess pie in my belly, doesn't mean I can't create a quiz for you about chess itself. I miss playing chess. I have a set buried in the garage, still in my 'clean out the desk' box from my last job. Chess plays a factor in many great films, too.

And you, dear reader, get to identify the films where each of the following actors played a game of chess, the sweet science.

Oops, that's boxing. Another day.

I'm not above dropping hints, even when they're cryptic and self-serving. As such, actors names bearing an asterisk starred in films featured elsewhere in this blog.

Vladek Sheybal *

Matthew Broderick

Mel Brooks *

Max von Sydow *

Douglas Rain

Cleavon Little

Humphrey Bogart

I've named the actors, you give me the film in each case. If it helps to hum a little Murray Head ditty while you figure this one out, that's okay.

And if you just want to ogle, that's fine too. Just don't criticize her moves if you expect to mate.

And what is the Ponz? He's cool.

Correctamundo.

The times, they are achangin' here at Cheesehead Displacement Syndrome. Once upon a time, the concept was that blog tags would allow you, dear reader, to find those items of greatest interest to you, to neatly flag and categorize my brilliance. Click on a tag for 'bacon', for example, and you get a list of salty, smoked belly goodness.

However, much like the obvious 'Contents may be hot' label on a McDonald's coffee cup, we will be discontinuing the use of the 'nerd' tag for the duration. Because really, I feel like I've been overusing the tag, resulting in an overwhelming mountain of posts for anyone searching the nerdosphere.

As an example of my ever-present nerdiness: After reading news articles, I've come to the logical conclusion that hard work is for suckers. I live in want, a victim of our materialistic society instead of one of its beneficiaries. Where's my reward for a life of ease and shortcuts? How can I best profit from the human need for something for nothing, leveraging both humanity's greed and inherent laziness? After all, one of my co-workers just pulled in with a brand new shiny BMW 7-series this morning, while my old Buick is becoming increasingly temperamental in this un-Floridian cold snap.

As such, I'll be starting a Ponzi scheme immediately, consequences be damned. On December 26, 1919, after spending two whole years trying to earn an honest living, Carlo (or 'Charles', if you prefer) Ponzi established a firm called The Security Exchange Company. He boasted a return of 50-percent interest in 90 days, and the world wanted in on it. And who wouldn't? Paying old investors this return from funds given to him by later investors, Ponzi didn't invent the scam but instead perfected it. He took in $20 million in a few short months, equal to $222 million in current dollar values, and when he fell, six banks crumbled with him.

However, until he was arrested, Ponzi lived the high life. As did Bernie Madoff, who sustained his house of cards for decades before being called to task. And whoever this guy was.

Granted, I'm not looking for 300 cars, a pair of luxury yachts, penthouse apartments (or models) or anything of the sort. But a little taste of the easy life would be cool.

Please send large denominations, non-sequential bills, unmarked and wrapped in a leather jacket. I'll make it worth your while. Really.
Aaaaayyyyyy.

The SPITWAD* Chronicles - charter edition

Imagine that, another feature! Shocked you are, I'm sure, that I would try to foist yet another gimmick on you, my tired yet tolerant readers. But it had to be done.

Art Clokey passed away on Friday at the age of 88. This is the man who brought us decades of joy with Gumby and Pokey, and taught us morality on Sunday mornings with Davey and Goliath. If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, Mr. Clokey was the recipient of many, many compliments. From Eddie Murphy to the folks at Adult Swim, and the scores of claymation artists that appeared in the decades following Gumby, Mr. Clokey's work was highly influential.

Growing up when I did, my first encounter with 'Gumby' was the SNL sketch, and it was a while longer before I knew that Davey and Goliath came from the same mind. But that really didn't matter to me as an eight-year-old looking for anything with entertainment value on Sunday morning television, which usually landed me on the church channel, amazingly the only channel that WASN'T broadcasting a church service. "I dunno, Davey, seems suspect."

On a slightly sadder note, Miep Gies passed away last night. Miep, aged 100, was one of the brave people (along with her husband and several employees) who helped to hide Anne Frank and her family during WWII. She continued to crusade against naysayers, those who claimed the young girl's diary, as well as the holocaust as a whole, were myths, right up to her death. Right on, Miep.

And really, what kind of post would this be if I didn't segue to another Dead Wrestler Trading Card?

Bam Bam Bigelow, we hardly knew ye.

Bam Bam (formerly known as Scott) passed away in 2007 and the ripe young age of 45, only three years after his second retirement. Sadly, a man with myriad health problems who survived dumping a Harley at speed, who survived a house fire where he rescued three children, died with toxic levels of cocaine and sedatives in his system.

Stay off the drugs, kids. Really.

*Some People I Thought Were Already Dead.

Movie Mania Monday - You're dead now, so shut up!

Okay, so I like foreign film. You knew that when you met me, don't act so surprised. And maybe it was cheating on my part, to include a 'quote' that was actually part of the subtitles.

And I love subtitles. Have I mentioned that?

Something I don't like is a Cardinals win on such a blatant unnecessary roughness penalty, ignored by the officials and media alike. True, if it weren't my favorite team, I wouldn't have minded the facemask tackle, either, because that's how I roll. I'll try not to be bitter.

And two weeks in a row, we have a mysterious winner. Nothing wrong with mystery, it's nice to have new guessers, but it would be nicer if we could be properly introduced. Last week, Ms was quite astute in her identification of last week's quote from Bergman's The Seventh Seal. I loved my college film class, but since it wasn't my major, I never continued classes and had to find Bergman on my own. Thank you, cable television!

Welcome now to this week's quote! Remember the rules. First person to guess correctly the original source of the quote wins a prize - no movie characters quoting other movies. No Googling or asking Jeeves, either you know the quote or you don't. The prize is a Major Award and consists of the people's ovation and fame forever (and the title of Iron Quote-Guesser):

I won't report you this time, but next time just watch it, will ya?

Allez guessing!!!

Fun Fact Friday - I'm blushing as I write this

I found it!

Made you look.

I heard a news story earlier this week that after exhaustive study of over 1800 women, all twins, at King's College in London, they have determined that the G-Spot is a myth, physically speaking. I love the concept of this survey. It sounds like the 'plot' from some bad 70's porn movie, something the Brough twins would have had some involvement in. You can almost see the bad handlebar mustaches as you read this, I know.

The Grafenberg Spot (or G-Spot) was named in honor of Ernst Grafenberg, a German doctor who spent years studying female genetalia (who hasn't?) after starting his career as an opthamalogist. Do you suppose he was able to look his patients in the eye? Personally, I think that's quite the career shift.

I like to think the g-spot is psychological, rather than physiological. But ultimately, if something feels good, does it have to have a name?

Interestingly, there are doctors who insist they can accentuate or enhance the g-spot, and probably making a fortune doing so.

I think I got into the wrong line of work.

And as a bonus, it's time for another Dead Wrestler Trading Card! Collect them all! Brag to your friends!

I figured, since we're talking about mythical sexual anatomy, why not pick someone who looks like she DEFINITELY doesn't have a g-spot. The Fabulous Moolah was a pioneer in early women's wrestling, with a career spanning four decades. And her signature finishing move was the 'School Girl', as long as we're discussing bad '70s porn plots.