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October 31, 2007

A Halloween encounter with the crappy and the disjointed

-- Toney isn’t working today, and she’s given me a deadline for completion of this update. We have some things to do this afternoon, and it’s all gonna start at Red Robin. Oh yeah. The Secrets don’t like that place for some reason, so we can only go when they’re in school. Like today.

So… if this one’s a little more disjointed and crappy than usual, it’s only because Hamburger Zero Hour is approaching, and I’m preparing to unlatch my jaw.

Pass the grease dauber.

-- Today’s Halloween, in case you didn’t know, and once again I’m going as a cynical, snarky suburbanite with a mixed drink in his hand. It’s my favorite disguise! 

Of course, I’m still on high-alert for an animal skeleton costume, with no luck so far. Oh, there’s plenty of human skeletal remains costumes available for purchase, but not a single donkey skeleton, or cow skeleton, or anything of the sort. Wotta rip-off. I just want to dress up as a fully-decomposed head of livestock, or something. Is that so unusual?

If you could go as anything, to some imaginary and rockin’ Halloween party, what would it be? Even if the laws of science and physics suggest such a costume would be impossible… Use the comments link to tell us about it.

-- And speaking of mixed drinks, today’s the official kick-off of Bourbon Season. As most of you are aware, the Season starts on Halloween night, and ends on New Year’s Eve. 

Usually we jump the gun on it, but it didn’t happen this year. It’s been so unSeasonably warm, it just doesn’t feel very bourbonish outside. But I’m going to swing by the House of Hooch this afternoon, and purchase the inaugural jug of Maker’s Mark.

And we’ll take it from there.

-- Over the weekend I got the bright idea to try a Chinese takeout located inside a nearby grocery store. Our favorite Chinese restaurant recently pissed us off, and we’re holding a grudge. So I’m achin’ for a replacement.

I’d noticed this place is almost always crowded, and that’s generally a positive sign. So I grabbed one of their menus, and a few days later called in an order.

Yeah, it wasn’t very good. I got the cashew chicken, and it was loaded-up with a spice that could’ve been ginger, I’m not sure. But whatever it was, I didn’t care for it; it was the only thing I could taste.

And for the rest of the day I was belching and reliving that unsatisfactory lunch in a full wallop of flavor, occasionally even getting something “new” to chew. Never again… 

Man, it’s not easy loving Chinese food and living in Scranton
, it really isn’t.

-- On a semi-related note, do you ever walk around thinking up names for rock bands, based on whatever’s happening at the moment?

For instance, on Sunday I thought Belching Ginger would be a good name for a band. And last night I turned the TV over to Fox News, and came up with Greta and the Missing White Girls.

Do you ever do this? If so, what are some of your bands? We need to know.

-- Here’s an interesting new Smoking Fish pic, reportedly taken in Korea
. Any way to confirm that, based on the photograph provided? I need closure, dammit.

-- And Surf Reporter BCD sent me this link to the greatest holiday decoration I’ve seen in a long, long time. Now that’s cool.

-- Oh yeah, and when I was picking up our Chinese food the other day, I snapped this picture with my cell phone. The back of the guy’s shirt said “You want a piece of me?” Why is that funny? 

And where in God’s name would a person buy such jeans?? Look at those things! The legs are fairly normal, but the waist is like something created by the Army Corps of Engineers. Is there such a thing as FunnelPants dotcom? I simply don’t know.

-- I’m going to leave you now with a Special Report from Will, the Keeper of the Blanket. This is a follow-up to something we discussed last week, a subject that’s obviously still open for debate. Check it out, right here.

And I know I said I’d tell you about our quick visit to the Office Convention today, but I just don’t feel like it. Maybe next time? We’ll see how it goes.

You guys have yourselves a great Wednesday.

I’ll see ya tomorrow.



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