It was snowing here on Saturday. Snowing. Of course it didn’t add up to anything, but April 17 is bit late in the year for such weather shenanigans, don’t you think? Yeah, I know it’s no volcano cloud blocking all of Europe’s sun. But it was to me, dammit.
I got the dried snot (or whatever) off our Big Ass Television screen. The mystery crustiness was in the bottom left quadrant of the screen, and once I realized it was there, I couldn’t keep my eyes off it. Nobody else even noticed the dime-sized snot-dot, but I was practically hypnotized by it.
I tried to gently flake it off with my fingernail, but it seemed like I was damaging the screen. It was probably paranoia, but I was convinced the area around the snot (or whatever) was starting to indent. So, I called an end to Project Flake-Off.
But on Saturday I got rid of it, and the big screen is now as good as new. Care to guess the method? Well, it’s very complicated, so you might want to get some paper and a pencil…
Yeah, I used warm water and a rag. Pretty inventive, huh? And it worked like a charm.
Afterward, I told the boys they’d better keep their sneezing jags under control. And they said I was the one who probably launched it. Toney thought it looked more like dried milk, which triggers many additional questions.
In any case, the screen is once again pristine. And I watched Inglourious Basterds on Saturday, in glorious (glourious) snot-free high-definition!
Pass the beer nuts.
I liked the movie, by the way. It reminded me of a comic book, an old Sgt. Rock or G.I. Combat. It was probably thirty minutes too long, but entertaining.
If you go into it expecting a serious, authentic World War II film, I think you’ll be disappointed. But if you’re just looking for a bit of twisted fun, I believe you’ll dig it.
And that’s my capsule review, thank you very much.
After our big church adventure last week, we went to Cooper’s for dinner. And have you ever heard of a place charging extra for drinks, if you’re eating a meal? Their microbrew pints cost four bucks at the bar, and six bucks with dinner.
Perhaps I live in a sheltered world, but I’ve never heard of such a thing. Six dollars per pint? Holy shit-nodules! What is this, New York City? And why the sliding scale? It irritates me.
I like drinking beer at Cooper’s, but every time I have a full meal there I leave mildly aggravated. Good food, though.
So, what have you guys been up to? Anything new? Please bring us up to date in the comments.
And I’ll see ya again tomorrow.