Moving heavy furniture and frog cages downstairs is considered a Manly Chore at Casa de Spaz. Screwing around with the computer is, too. As is dropping a box of thumbtacks behind the computer desk so Spaz can step on them accidentally. Is it smart to drop a box of thumbtacks in a room with an airbed? No. Not it is not.
Excuse me, I have to clean something up. Carry on!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. In a manly manner of course. 
Soapy don’t you actually have to touch the bug in order to free it? I hope you don’t free roaches. They deserve to be squished in a manly fashion with a big ol’ stomp and squish. I’m happy with my bug man because if’n I do happen to find a roach it’s a daid roach.
That’s all I got for now.
Happy Monday!
I can think of one (and only one) exception: yogurt IS manly when it’s used to make that cucumber sauce (tzatziki?) used on gyros. Gyros are manly food.
Swampy, men will always cook when there’s danger involved.
Manly event of my weekend: using a borrowed sawzall (manliest of power tools) to do some impromptu home improvements at 9 PM Saturday night. I put new ductwork in the laundry room for the dryer, and had to make room for it to fit.
Taking out the trash is a manly chore in general, but at the VunderLair, it is exceptionally so, because it involves loading said trash into a crappy old pickup truck and driving 5 miles to a dumping station.
Tzatziki is right, yes.
We had a mini-blackout this morning at work; it was short though. The cafeteria was able to feed the barbarian hordes at the usual time (unlike two weeks ago, when their gas supply was down for a couple of hours). Yesterday morning, there was a 2H blackout which got solved by 9am or so; there are a lot of supermarkets in that area, I don’t know whether food there will have had to be tossed out. But what was weird was the movie theater. I went there, intending to catch the matinee for either Salt or The Expendables, but it turns out only one of the businesses in there was open for business, a small cafe which was doing bustling business. The other restaurants were all closed, and the cashier at the movie theater was looking bored, shuffling items from a drawer to another and shaking her head at anybody who came closer. I realize these days movies are distributed in a digital format, but they should still be able to play them once the electricity is back up, shouldn’t they? I’ve seen other theaters sell tickets using the old preprinted books when the computer was down; I don’t know whether the issue here was lack of a way to sell tickets or one to show the movies.
Buying tools is manly.
Using tools is more manly, especially if it involves big, heavy, noisy tools.
Using big, heavy, noisy tools and working up a sweat on a hot summer day is very manly.
Smelling so bad that the dog covers its nose with its paw when you pass upwind of it is the very manliest thing possible. Well - aside from running into a burning garage to save your collection of Mustang GT posters.
Bricklayer tans are manly, too (the ones with the silhouette of a wifebeater); so are farmer’s tans (these have short sleeves).
My husband is very manly. He has the power tools, he kills bugs (except for spiders, I have to dispatch the spiders), he does yardwork and gets sweaty and actually likes it! (Unless it’s 100° out - that’s too damn hot!)
He cracked me up yesterday - he went to the grocery store for me. He called me about 5 times, asking me to either tell him what my abbreviations meant, or what the heck is “crown” broccoli, or salted or unsalted butter… Heh. When I got home he told me that grocery shopping is hard! LMAO! I think grocery shopping is totally fun!
He did the laundry, but I failed to have any clean bras this morning. They were still in the washing machine. I transferred them to the dryer, and wore an old bra that I don’t like much. Oh well. He tried! I think he’s a manly man to want to help me with my chores when I had to work.
The Young and The Manly:
Came home last week to find my 7yo playing a first person shooter (Half-Life: Gary’s Mod). He was blowing up headcrabs with a machinegun, laughing, and occasionally singing to himself “Born To Be Wild”.
He’ll be 8 next month.
(I’d run if I was you…)
Recycling underwear.
Walking around on the roof.
Banging on stuff.
My boyfriend says anything to do with fire and/or meat is manly.
He is also in charge of opening jars, killing bugs, cleaning out the drains, and carrying really heavy stuff.
The only “manly” thing I do better than him is computer stuff. Can’t beat having an engineer for a dad.
(response part deux)
Neither is quiche, which reminds me of a joke.
A big and burly he-man walks into a diner and sits down at the counter. A cute young waitress hands him a menu, which he looked over for a minute, then he made his order.
“How about a quicky?”
The waitress slaps his face and leaves in a huff. A fellow patron to the he-man’s right leans over and says, “Friend, I believe it’s pronounced keesh…”
I am having a ball chuckling over all the comments on “manly” chores! Yay for Haze returning home, btw. 
Thanks for the recipe, BooFae; yes, eggplant would make great curry material, btw, but maybe not so much, if you don’t like it. I think I’ll leave out the marmite part, btw. What was that cheese that you subbed in your version, btw? It did take me a while to remember that aubergine was eggplant.
How can there be a discussion of manly and there not be one mention of FARTS. I call a foul, here.
Foul. Get it?
Barbecuing over Real Wood!
Lifting Heavy Objects
Building new shelves!
permitting me to trim his beard in the hard-to-see spots
The Marmite does give it a bit of a unique taste, I think you could use a bit of beef stock or something similar if you wanted to. I used halloumi because we had some in the house and I like it. Halloumi is a Cypriot cheese, made from a mixture of goat’s and sheep’s milk (so better for me as it’s not cow’s milk) and is a similar texture to mozzarella, so it’s a semi-hard cheese. It also has a high melting point so it’s great for grilling and frying - but on this dish, you just want it to melt a bit over the top so it has to be fairly thin slices.
:: swoon :: What? It ain’t like any of you thought I wouldn’t comment on this! 
I just got a bunch of pine straw and a daid frog out of the pool. I also got a live frog out of the pool. Lucky for him I had turned off the filter to rehook up the fountain or he might have gone into the skimmer and I would have found him daid next time I checked the skimmer. Speakin’ of the pool skimmer, I checked it and there was the requisite amount of pine straw and another daid frog. Is disposin’ of daid frogs in the pool a manly chore?
If it is then call me Susan cause I ain’t going near any frogs dead or alive. Knowing stuff about tanks and artillery. That’s definitely manly.
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If you insist we nickname you Susan we shall.
Actually I’d freak (ok have freaked) if I found a snake in the pool or the skimmer. This is why I use my stick (it’s a special stick just for the skimmer because I designated it to be the skimmer stick) to poke around in the skimmer before I stick my hand down there and pull out the basket. I poke around to make sure there are no snakes. To be sure, it’d be a dead snake most likely, still though ::shudder:: snake! :eek:
/hijack.
My eye was itchy and I messed with it too much and now it’s all ouchy and blurry. For shame!
Manly things?
I’ll have to think about that.
:: waves back at Herbs ::
Is it weird that the prospect of buying and putting up shelves excites me? The thought of reducing our clutter makes my hear aflutter in anticipation. Probably not very manly.