Your choice, please.

4.4.2014

 Last week was Ez's week-long Spring Break from school.  This school has so many days off, Spring Break is a bit of a joke, as it's only two days longer than a handful of three-day weeks, No School Mondays and two-for-one Holiday Days scattered throughout the school year.  I often think of Russel from the Fat Albert show and how he derides his jerk-ass brother with the insult, "No Class."  His best was, "like school on a Saturday ... no class."  I've modified this to:  "Like school at LAUSD ... No Class."

Anyway, I nearly got lynched by a bunch of park moms on Ez's and my only sojourn to a local favorite park.  The entire West Side of LA was on spring break, so the park was overrun with screaming kids. Sure enough, half of Ez's class and the striker, a winger and the defense from his soccer team were there too.  I knew the kids and have chatted with the moms and dads before.

Ez and I brought with us a wiffle bat and wiffle ball, a kids' croquet set and a dozen donuts.  It was this last item that got the tall folks angry with ol' TNSC Robot.  They brought granola, string cheese, mandarin oranges, bananas, seaweed, nuts and shit that doesn't do what donuts do to kids.  They brought "healthy snacks."  I brought jet fuel.  WOOO!


Tonight - The Homestead   Wheeeeeee!! Bring your pals!


bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!

Mystery, Inc.

4.3.2014

What are those sticks that people eat?

What?

What are those sticks that people eat?

Slim Jims®?

No.

Pockey®?

No.

They're yellow.  They're yellow-orange.

Carrots?

No.  They're yellow-orange sticks that ...

People eat?

Yeah.  Yellow-orange sticks that ...  FRIES!

Ha ha!  Sticks!

Tonight - Lone Palm.


bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!

E A G A D

4.2.2014

I've been on a modified refuse-to-booze program lately.  I don't buy beer for the house, so when there's no beer, I don't drink it.  Right.

I've made up for one aspect of boozing, though and ya don't need a bunch of beer to get it:  Dizzyness!  I've achieved an almost steady state of dizzyness and its cousin - blurred vision - by donning my new prescription eye glasses ... with progressive lenses!  Yes, these suckers have two different modes.  One for close up reading, and another for, uh, closer-up reading.

My eyesight, while overall exiting through the gift shop, is still damn good for far-away seeing.  Up close, though, I'm fokked.  These new lenses have a gradient from one close-up to another closer-up, and in between, there's significant distortion.  And therein lies the dizzying factor.  It's taking some getting used to.

But, as I said, it's not without its merit.  Dizzy is fun.


Tonight - Club Deluxe

Little Minsky's Burlesque and Variety Show. 
$5 at the door.  Show starts at 10pm.
Come out and support your local arts. 

bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!

Psych!

4.1.2014

On our annual trip to Cactus League Spring Training, I brought one HELL of a snack pack.  I blogged wrote about it last week, and the two people out there that read this might remember that.

I left out that while I fully intended to have de-lux snax along the way to PHX, I also fully intended to have de-lux snax in our hotel, complete with ice cold Miller™Lites® (I brought the Coleman®, remember?), I brought the French Press coffee maker and a pound of Peet's® French Roast (ground for a French Press).  We were to have coffee better than the hotel could muster and of it, as much as we wanted.

Um ...

I did not bring the electric water kettle and because Phoenix is not in Europe, there was no electric water kettle in the hotel room.  Shit!  Hotel coffee.

This meant standing in line at the in-hotel Starbucks with a bunch of jerks in LA Angels red, SD Padres orange and blue, White Sox black, Oakland As green and a bunch of sunburnt Wisconsinites, Ohioans, Nebraskans and Indianans in flip-flops.

So upon return to LA, I got to hang up the coffee grinder for 10 days and chuck the ground French Roast into the Technivorm.

It was good.  All is well.

Tonight - Iron & Gold


bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!