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Are Watson And Sherlock The New Beecher And Keller?

As a teenager, I was completely consumed by the equally twisted and touching love story between inmates Tobias Beecher and Chris Keller on HBO’s groundbreaking prison drama, Oz.  Romeo and Juliet were just stupid teenagers. Antony and Cleopatra, comparatively, lacked drama and sacrifice. Lancelot and Guinevere weren’t nearly star-crossed enough.

But Beecher and Keller? They had everything. Love, jealousy, passion, agony, angst, beauty, terror, and arm bars. They were complex and almost as perfect for each other as they were toxic for each other.

Since the end of Oz in 2003, there’s been something missing in my life. As Augustus Hill, the de facto narrator of the show once said, “The worst stab wound is the one to the heart. Sure, most people survive it, but the heart is never quite the same.” I survived the end of the show and the end of Beecher and Keller’s story, but my heart has never been the same. There’s been an emptiness there that no other pairing can fill.

At least, there was an emptiness until my friend and slash-pusher, S, convinced me to watch Sherlock. Now, many people have been trying to get me to watch the BBC’s modern day take on Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s iconic character since the show debuted in the summer of 2010, and I had every intention of getting around to it eventually. But everyone else who was telling me to watch it was using words like “clever,” “brilliant,” and “fun.” S said used a word that magically transformed Sherlock from potential future viewing to immediate, must-see TV: homoerotic.

That was all it took. Within the next week and change, I had watched all six of the show’s 90 minute episodes. It’s every bit as wonderful and brilliantly written and expertly acted as everyone told me. And yeah, Benedict Cumberbatch (who is, in fact, a real human being and not one of Salad Finger’s puppets) is as oddly dreamy as Sherlock some suggested. But, most importantly to my stunted and scarred heart, it offered a story that could potentially fill my void.

Dr. Watson and Sherlock just might be the new Beecher and Keller. Don’t believe me? I have assembled the following proof with my Sherlockian pop culture skills:

It all starts with a tortured blond man who has been through a traumatic experience.

Dr. John Watson served in Afghanistan.

Beecher was Schillinger's prag.

Their trauma has left them visibly altered.

Watson has a psychosomatic limp.

Beecher has a swastika tattooed on his ass.

Then a tall, dark sociopath walks into their lives.

Sherlock Holmes, the dreamy and brilliant crime solver.

Chris Keller, dreamy and cunning crime-causer.

The troubled blonds start to overcome their issues.

Watson loses his limp and runs around with Sherlock.

Beecher shits on Schillinger's face.

The blonds and sociopaths fall in love.

According to subtext and fandom, at least.

According to cannon. And a healthy fandom that continues to this day. Not that I'd know anything about that.

The tall, dark sociopaths engage in varying degrees of nakedness.

On the BBC, fangirls got to see Benedict Cumberbatch in a sheet.

Meanwhile on HBO, Meloni's wang got so much screentime that it deserved separate billing.

In times of trouble, the pairs find themselves on different sides iron bars.

While they were handcuffed together!

Well, sometimes you don't need handcuffs.

And, finally… (SPOILER ALERT for Oz season six and The Reichenbach Fall) Continue reading →

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Making 30 Rock Cheesy Blasters (Thanks Meat Cat)

Behold, the Cheesy Blaster

Behold, the Cheesy Blaster

UPDATE 6/30/13: Our second attempt at making Cheesy Blasters went much better than this one. To read about doing it right go HERE.

If your household is anything like the Risky Fuel household, it means you watch a minimum four episodes a day of the show 30 Rock.

It also means you’re familiar with the mythical food stuff “Cheesy Blasters.”

Y’know, the one with the song:

You take a hot dog
Stuff it with some jack cheese
Fold it in a pizza
You’ve got Cheesy Blasters

… and all the kids say, “Thanks Meat Cat!”

Sing it, Liz Lemon!

This sounds like our kinda food. So we tried making Cheesy Blasters. Here’s how it went:

First we bought the ingredients.

Weenies and Cheese

Weenies and Cheese

The innards would be Selection Monterey Jack Cheese ($5.69) and Olymel 100% Beef Weiners ($3.99).

Next, the pizzas.

The pizzas

The pizzas

We debated about buying those pre-made pizza crusts, or something delivery, but that all sounded like pain in the ass. So box food revolution was the way we went with a Selection Cheesy Pizza 2-pack ($1.69) for Sarah (she likes her pizza simple) and a McCain Deep ‘N’ Delicious Deluxe Mini Pizza 4-pack ($3.99) for me.

Then we began. First we grated the cheese (out of focus iPhone shot not shown), then we boiled the hot dogs.

Boiling weenies

Boiling weenies

It was at this point that we discovered our first major problem. I had kept the pizzas in the freezer beforehand and they had frozen. Which, duh, made them impossible to fold over the hot dogs. This necessitated a game of microwave defrost consistency checking. Basically, zapping the pizzas for 20 seconds, poking them, then zapping again until they seemed warm and pliable. If you want to save yourself some irritation, make sure your pizzas are room temperature and pliable.

Defrosted pizzas

Defrosted pizzas

Somewhere around this point I started preheating the oven at 425, finished boiling the hot dogs, then split them down them middle and threw them on the pizzas.

Deluxe Pizza Cheesy Blasters pre-baking

Deluxe Pizza Cheesy Blasters pre-baking

Cheese Pizza Cheesy Blasters pre-baking

Cheese Pizza Cheesy Blasters pre-baking

Oh, hai. Still with us? You’ve got the resolve of a Kenneth Parcell knitting a woolen bikini for his grandmother.

After this I sprinkled gobs of shredded jack cheese down the middle of each Blaster and attempted to fold them over (no photos because this was dirty work and I didn’t want to slime up my phone, I’m precious that way). And here is where we encountered the main engineering problem with creating proper Cheesy Blasters — the pizza’s ability (or lack of) to properly fold over around the weenie in a soft taco style.

The Selection Cheese Pizzas were fine. Being thinner, cheaper off-brand foodstuffs, their lighter nature worked well to make them more pliable, effecting an almost proper foldover seal.

The McCain Deluxe Pizzas were a different story, though. Their thicker crusts and obstructive “stuff” — the veggie bits, pepperoni, etc — made for a far less mutable product. I ended up “cracking” one of the pizzas while trying to fold it over, which sucked. So consider yourself forewarned.

Then I threw them into the oven to bake for about 10 minutes. And voila.

Cheesy Blasters just out of the oven

Cheesy Blasters just out of the oven

They look kinda alright, right? Well, except for that one I structurally compromised in the folding. There’s one major warning here, though — excess cheese dribble. You can kind of see it in the photo, but when you take a pizza, throw a hot dog in the middle, throw MORE cheese on it, then bake it, the cheese gets a’ flowin. And then it gets a-burnin’ on the pizza tray. And then it gets the cook a-pissed because he has to viciously repeated jab a fork under the Blasters to get them to unstick from the tray, then spend 20 minutes a-scrappin’ the burnt cheese off the tray.

Befouled pizza tray

Befouled pizza tray

Here’s what they ended up looking like after I pried them off the tray along with the salvageable cheese slurry:

Deluxe Pizza Cheesy Blaster with bonus cheese slurry

Deluxe Pizza Cheesy Blaster with bonus cheese slurry

Cheese Pizza Cheesy Blaster

Cheese Pizza Cheesy Blaster

Notice, Sarah’s Cheese Pizza Cheesy Blasters fared poorly during the unsticking phase.

And then we ate…

So what does a Cheesy Blaster taste like? Exactly like a pizza with a hot dog in the middle.

There’s no trickery here. It is what it is. If you like hot dogs and microwaveable pizzas and lots of cheese, you’re set. My only quibble was with the pepperoni on the McCain Deluxe Pizzas. That stuff tastes like armpit and is not a complimentary palate sensation to a wiener.

We’re committed to making these again because we’re convinced we can make them better. Baking in a glass pan to prevent the burnt cheese scraping episode, more attention paid to the engineering of the “fold,” and some bam-ups in the spice and condiment side and we’re as good to go as Jenna Mulroney filming Jackie Jormp-Jomp.

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Hard Rockin’ At The Hard Rock In Vegas

Hard Rock Hotel & Casino

Hard Rock Hotel & Casino

Awhile back Sarah went on an epic whirlwind trip to Las Vegas, Nevada, investigating the weird afternoon pool party nightclubs and the fancy eatin’ places and such.

She loved it and for weeks was all “Vegas! Vegas! Vegas!” non-stop. This, from a gal who doesn’t gamble.

Anyway, her first profile story for AOL Travel about the Hard Rock Hotel & Casino is now live. The place is exactly what you’d expect a high-gloss rock ‘n’ roll-themed Vegas hotel would be like. To read her review, click here.

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Encore Beach Club… Las Vegas’ Best Beach Party(What?)

Wynn Las Vegas & Encore

Wynn Las Vegas & Encore

Have you been to the Encore Beach Club? No, then apparently you’re missing out on one of life’s great baccanalian adventures. So says Sarah who got to spend some time there as part of a whirlwind Las Vegas adventure awhile back.

She found the entire facility at Wynn Las Vegas & Encore particularly awesome, from the afternoon pool parties to the entirely classy hotel.

You can read all about it at AOL Travel by clicking here.

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When Lady Stig Met Basement Cat

Sexy Stig meets Basement Cat

Sexy Stig meets Basement Cat

This is what happens when Sexy Stig comes across a Basement Cat at 4 a.m. while holding a scythe:

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