8.5.2kX
That repost about Grape Nuts® a few weeks back was fun to revisit, wasn't it? I still eat that gravel and I love it! Woo!
I meant to mention it earlier, but my love of Grape Nuts® and my ravenous devouring of them has box after box being brought home from market. I eat it so fast I hardly have time to chew it, but a few boxes back there was a contest to win a golf lesson from golf pro and general good guy Paul Azinger. Hell, I thought, I hate golf, but I bet that Paul Azinger is a swell guy to hang out with. So I entered the contest. The geeks at Post cereal called me last Thursday, told me I won and two days later I was at a golf course in Tustin, CA, sipping bloodys, waiting for Paul Azinger: Husband, Father, Champion, Leader.
When his chopper landed I yelled, "Nice to meet you; I hate golf," over the din of the rotor noise. "What?" he yelled. I said, "I fucking hate golf! Can we get drunk and fly around in that chopper instead?" He said hell yeah. We did. It ruled.
Tonight - HOMESTEAD.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Who wants Jack Daniel's®?
8.3.2kX
I had a little mishap with my Jeep, Jailbreak. Went to dim-sum and gave him over to the valet service, who promptly wrecked it into the low-clearance garage, tearing the roof rack, well, off.
The valet service called me two days later and threatened to fix their mistake, and I fell for it. Well, call me a sucker, but they fixed it and sent me a check to buy a new roof rack.
Then the body shop that had done the repair up-and sent me a check for $500 ... the repair came in under the estimate! Woo! Five bills!
I told my little wife of the unexpected bounty and she shamed me into returning it.
What would you do?
Tonight - Specs' Twelve Adler Museum Cafe.
Try saying "Specs' Twelve Adler Museum Cafe" with a mouthful of saltines and chee!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
I had a little mishap with my Jeep, Jailbreak. Went to dim-sum and gave him over to the valet service, who promptly wrecked it into the low-clearance garage, tearing the roof rack, well, off.
The valet service called me two days later and threatened to fix their mistake, and I fell for it. Well, call me a sucker, but they fixed it and sent me a check to buy a new roof rack.
Then the body shop that had done the repair up-and sent me a check for $500 ... the repair came in under the estimate! Woo! Five bills!
I told my little wife of the unexpected bounty and she shamed me into returning it.
What would you do?
Tonight - Specs' Twelve Adler Museum Cafe.
Try saying "Specs' Twelve Adler Museum Cafe" with a mouthful of saltines and chee!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Gotta wear shades redux
8.2.2kX
There's a Rite-Aid right across the street from me and I've found that they have really cold beer that's always on sale. $10 for an 18-pak. I'm going through a few of them 18ers a week (yike!) and it helps to keep the cost down.
I ducked over there just last night to re-fuel and I remembered to check the back-to-school section that was being massively restocked the day before. (I wasn't buying beer the day before. I didn't drink 18 beers on a school night. I was buying Juinor Mints for the freezer. They got a good price on them Jrs too and I always have to have something minty in the icebox and none of them little sluts came around whoring their cookies this year so I gotta go with Plan B, ok? Shut up, Alan.) I chose a bunch of new ink pens (on sale!), got my beer and got in line. I waited as the person in front went through about a trillion coupons until she found the one she needed. I waited. I looked around. Behind me was a Post cereal display and I thought about the eternal debate of whether Cocoa Pebbles are better than Cocoa Krispies (they are better ... way better). Then I noticed the sign: ALL POST CEREAL $1.79. I snagged a box of Grape-Nuts. I like eating very small rocks with milk.
At the check-out, the counterman said, "damn. I ain't had Grape-Nuts forever. My mom used to get that for us." Then he looked at me. "I hated Grape-Nuts." As this guy looks like he's on parole I told him he could put them back.
Tonight - Kickin' it "old skool" at the The Orbit Room. Special surprise guests!!! Don't miss it!!
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
There's a Rite-Aid right across the street from me and I've found that they have really cold beer that's always on sale. $10 for an 18-pak. I'm going through a few of them 18ers a week (yike!) and it helps to keep the cost down.
I ducked over there just last night to re-fuel and I remembered to check the back-to-school section that was being massively restocked the day before. (I wasn't buying beer the day before. I didn't drink 18 beers on a school night. I was buying Juinor Mints for the freezer. They got a good price on them Jrs too and I always have to have something minty in the icebox and none of them little sluts came around whoring their cookies this year so I gotta go with Plan B, ok? Shut up, Alan.) I chose a bunch of new ink pens (on sale!), got my beer and got in line. I waited as the person in front went through about a trillion coupons until she found the one she needed. I waited. I looked around. Behind me was a Post cereal display and I thought about the eternal debate of whether Cocoa Pebbles are better than Cocoa Krispies (they are better ... way better). Then I noticed the sign: ALL POST CEREAL $1.79. I snagged a box of Grape-Nuts. I like eating very small rocks with milk.
At the check-out, the counterman said, "damn. I ain't had Grape-Nuts forever. My mom used to get that for us." Then he looked at me. "I hated Grape-Nuts." As this guy looks like he's on parole I told him he could put them back.
Tonight - Kickin' it "old skool" at the The Orbit Room. Special surprise guests!!! Don't miss it!!
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, August 05, 2010
Sick man
8.1.2kX
My Mother-In-Law, Trudy, is coming for a visit and arrives today. I like her a lot, believe it or not, and have been looking forward to her visit. There's a chance that my little wife cannot collect her from the airport (I cannot as Jailbreak is in the shop), and as coming to visit but having to take a cab from the airport can make some people feel unwanted, I did a few things to show her we're truly welcoming her with open arms.
I texted her the address to tell the taxi driver from the airport. Except the address I gave her is a 7/11 a few blocks away. Once she gets there she'll hopefully understand the other part of the text: "Red Gatorade."
She'll look up our real address on her phone and realize it's only a few blocks away and hoof it. She knows to look for the key in the mailbox, but in it I left a can of Raid® for Spiders and a note saying the key was in the wood pile to the right of the mailbox. I hope she puts one-and-one together and sprays the shit out of that arachnid-infested wood heap before digging in for the keys!
Once inside, she'll have some vacuuming and tidying up to do. Not much. Ez's toys all over the frikkin' place will be the biggest time-taker.
Lastly, I left a note next to our Thomas Keller cookbook, Ad Hoc At Home, opened to the recipe for Peking Duck. (Mmmmm-mmm, is Peking Duck delicious!) The note says, "pls make Peking Duck for dinner tonight. All the stuff is in the fridge and cupboards." The thing is I got a capon instead of a duck. She'll figure it out!
Tonight - Tosca.
All roads lead to Tosca.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
My Mother-In-Law, Trudy, is coming for a visit and arrives today. I like her a lot, believe it or not, and have been looking forward to her visit. There's a chance that my little wife cannot collect her from the airport (I cannot as Jailbreak is in the shop), and as coming to visit but having to take a cab from the airport can make some people feel unwanted, I did a few things to show her we're truly welcoming her with open arms.
I texted her the address to tell the taxi driver from the airport. Except the address I gave her is a 7/11 a few blocks away. Once she gets there she'll hopefully understand the other part of the text: "Red Gatorade."
She'll look up our real address on her phone and realize it's only a few blocks away and hoof it. She knows to look for the key in the mailbox, but in it I left a can of Raid® for Spiders and a note saying the key was in the wood pile to the right of the mailbox. I hope she puts one-and-one together and sprays the shit out of that arachnid-infested wood heap before digging in for the keys!
Once inside, she'll have some vacuuming and tidying up to do. Not much. Ez's toys all over the frikkin' place will be the biggest time-taker.
Lastly, I left a note next to our Thomas Keller cookbook, Ad Hoc At Home, opened to the recipe for Peking Duck. (Mmmmm-mmm, is Peking Duck delicious!) The note says, "pls make Peking Duck for dinner tonight. All the stuff is in the fridge and cupboards." The thing is I got a capon instead of a duck. She'll figure it out!
Tonight - Tosca.
All roads lead to Tosca.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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