Rock out: This Just In!

I have an incredible amount of sadness in my life lately and an incredible amount of work to do today, but it's all just going to have to wait.

Can you see that wee-tiny font? It says 2010 album AND tour!!!

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This is definitely good enough for me, good enough for right now.

Thank you, universe. This is a great start.

Another Entry in the "How Come No One Told Me About This" File

I've spent the last THIRTEEN years residing here, South of the Mason-Dixon, searching for specific delicacies not easily nor often found south of Brooklyn. These include: edible knishes, edible bagels, edible pizza, and the true unicorn: real Italian ices.

Alas! Here they were, the whole time. At Three Brothers, a localish chainish pizza-ish place.

No, I didn't sample any (it's like eleven degrees today) so they might very well taste like asphalt, but isn't it just a beautiful sight to behold? Look at that rainbow of possibilities. I have no idea what flavor that green sludge is trying to be but hey, hope springs eternal.

Do This Don't Do That

Something that has always boggled my mind? Sign stores with really bad signs. They're everywhere. In fact, I'm not sure I've ever seen a sign store with a decent sign, let alone a good one. Isn't an eye-catching sign a basic, mission critical, function of a sign store? Well, it should be.



This "Signs By Tomorrow and Beyond" sign store sign in and of itself isn't terrible. Not the best use of space and hidden in the far corner of a stripmall, but still. The font is legible, the spelling correct, the grammar nearly so. Albeit a little squished in there and a bit of a head scratcher regarding what the "beyond" entails but hey, as sign store signs go, not terrible.

But what, may I ask, is that eagle painting about? Why was it necessary to capture this eagle in 20x20 foot splendor, the moment he lost his fish (or his testicles)? It's almost insulting, really. Eagles spend 99% of their lives in regal splendor. This is the moment you chose to capture?!

Don't drop the fish, people. Get your professional signage elsewhere.

New Cube-Neighbor

I don't recall ever being quite so tempted to steal something as I am to take that stickypad.

Winter and Discontent

Snow No

By the time I was able to break free of the 8 foot (12 foot? Who can tell anymore) snow drift blocking my car in it's icy parking lot tomb, the streets were pretty much clear. Getting out of the parking lot from there was merely a matter of navigating a Hoth-like Wolfenstienian maze of snow walls, which was really quite awesome... until the dude heading straight for me failed to recognize that the passage was one-way. The resulting honking could have easily caused an avalanche, burying us all for eons. But, alas, after yet another narrow escape, I did successfully make it to Target. With another foot (or more?) on the way today, and our electricity source hanging by a thread, it's a good thing that I got out when I did.

My claim that I was seeking eggs was a rouse (you were right, honey) as we were running dangerously low on essentials (read: Chips Ahoy and foodstuffs whose first ingredient ends with "ose". Most importantly, we were out of Chips Ahoy. Bambino's favorite).

Much to my dismay, the cookie aisle at Target looked like this:


800 different types of cookies and wafers, not including crackers (those were one aisle over). Guess which was ONLY COOKIE IN THE WORLD THAT THEY DID NOT HAVE!

Grammar Question

Should it be "we ARE close for remoderlation" or "we IS close for remodelation"?

English are so trickly.