An Odd Weekend Dominated By Snow
It was an odd weekend. On Thursday/Friday we were hammered with what’s got to be one of the three most over-the-top snowstorms of my life, and the rest of the days were spent dealing with it, in one way or another.
When I was kid, in the 1970s, it seems like we were on the receiving end of several HUMONGOUS accumulations. But you know how memory can play tricks on ya, especially when it’s from the perspective of a little 10 year old booger factory. So, I’m not exactly sure where last week’s storm would fall in the all-time rankings, but it’s gotta be within the Top 3.
‘Cause the shit was ridiculous.
Toney and I went out to shovel the driveway late in the afternoon on Thursday, and it was quite a chore. It was already piled-up. And when we finally finished, we turned on the local news and they shouted, “The worst is yet to come!” They promised this was only, as the Brits would put it, the thin edge of the wedge.
And they were right. It snowed all evening, all night, and into the next afternoon. Just a continuous, heavy downpour. By the time we went outside for our second go-round, about 10 am on Friday, there was close to two feet on the ground. It was insane.
I had to cut a path from our porch to the driveway, and just that part kicked my ass. The snow was heavy, and there was tons of it. I had to dig a WWI trench through there, and hurl the diggin’s into the yard. It felt like my aorta was about to rupture.
Then we started on the driveway, and about ten minutes into it I said, “Screw this, the boys are helping this time.” I went looking for them, and they let loose with synchronized groaning when I told them the news.
And even with the four of us working ourselves into a lather, it took a long, long time. The whole thing sucked a thousand eggs.
The driveway is crazy, even a few days after the fact. It feels like we’re driving into a tunnel.
But on Friday we got cocky, and decided we needed to be rewarded for our hard work, and go to Moe’s for a late lunch. Yeah, and my car wouldn’t move an inch. The front wheels just spun on the snow, and my eyes were going all Marty Feldman on me.
After much extra-digging, the tires finally found something they could grip, the car jerked violently to the left, and we were on our way.
The parking lot of the restaurant was a mess, and there were no other vehicles. “It looks like they’re closed,” Toney said. But I was having none of that, and asked the oldest boy to go check the door.
They were indeed open, with one loyal employee holding down the fort. So we ordered our Nerf football burritos, the employee told us the story of digging out her car at 7:30 am, and how it sucked ten thousand eggs. And as we took our seats in a booth by the window, it started snowing again. Big time.
That evening we all watched Fletch, via Netflix streaming, and everybody enjoyed it, except Toney. She fell asleep. Later, I let Andy out to sling some urine, and he was alarmed by the fact that our front yard was now above his head. He had to climb straight-up to get off the sidewalk.
Eventually he fashioned himself a urination pit, which he’s still using (reluctantly). I don’t think he’s taken a dump since Thursday morning. Every time he goes out into the yard it looks like he’s swimming in the ocean, and he quickly says fukkit.
The next day I was starting to feel the onset of cabin fever, and told Toney I needed to get out of the house. Except for the quickie visit to Moe’s the previous afternoon, I’d been a homebody for more than two days. And I’m just not wired that way.
She said she had to do this and that, and the older Secret needed to be somewhere else, etc. So the younger boy and I went out, with no particular place to go.
We ended up at the mall, which was complete pandemonium. The parking lot was one big sloppy mess, and we had to park far from the building. Apparently I wasn’t the only one starting to develop The Fever?
I bought us two Oreo Blizzards at Dairy Queen, and we both eventually got haircuts, if you can believe it. That’s how bored we were, we were out buying haircuts on a whim.
My so-called stylist had a foul mouth, and used at least twenty curse words during the procedure. Not twenty different ones, but twenty individual instances. I’d never seen her before in my life, and she was cussing like a sailor. “My next-door neighbor is a real blue-ribbon bitch I tell ya…” and that sort of thing.
Needless to say, it was cool with me. No need to hold back on my account.
Then we went to Sam’s Club, which was also pandemonium. We tried to look at the TVs and computers, but there were so many walls of assy-denim in our way, I couldn’t take it. So, I purchased a pillowcase full of salted peanuts in the shell, and we fled that crazy scene.
Our next stop: Border’s. And there were literally no open parking spaces in the lot, not one. “How much you wanna bet all these people are in the coffee shop, eating and drinking and looking at magazines?” I asked the Secret.
And I was right. The coffee shop was PACKED, and the actual book part of the store wasn’t. I somehow knew folks didn’t just suddenly become literary, it was all about food and beverages and blurbs about Johnny Depp.
Oh, a few might’ve attempted to be sophisticated, because of the surroundings: “Yes, I just finished reading a blue book. I can’t remember the title, but the cover was blue. Much, much better than the green book I read last year. Far superior…”
Perhaps I’m being unfair?
Anyway, we didn’t buy anything there, but purchased two cheeseburgers and some fries at Five Guys, a little while later. And mine was good, but the onions were way too strong, and cut in big ol’ thick chunks. I like onions, but had to remove ‘em from my burger, and it threw off the entire calibration.
On our way home I bought a twelve pack of Yuengling Black & Tan, and called it a day. And before I knew it, it was Sunday afternoon and time to return to work. It felt like I’d just left that place. It seemed like I didn’t have a weekend at all. Grrr….
How was yours? Did you do anything interesting? Tell us about it, won’t you? Also, if you have any personal stories to tell about over-the-top weather events, we’d like to hear (read) those as well.
And I’ll see you guys again tomorrow.
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First yall!!!
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woohoo top 5!!!
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Gotta love the South. No snow this year.
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Hello!
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Ashton: where the hell in the south are you that you got no snow?
We’ve had 28″ in Asheville NC and I know there have been flurries as far south as Miami. We have more coming tomorrow….
49 states have had snow this year but according to the scientists this had been one of the hottest winters on record….
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So this is what I do most weekends:
Die grosse Frage, die nie beantwortet worden ist und die ich trotz dreißig Jahre langem Forschen in der weiblichen Seele nie habe beantworten können, ist die: Was will das Weib? Aber für dieses fahre ich fort verwirrt zu werden und überrascht zu werden. Konzentriert auf Staatssicherheit sind meine Studien von hier heraus.
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I went with a couple of neighbors to Detroit this weekend for the Autorama car show at Cobo Hall. We actually drove out of bad weather by heading north Friday, which seemed a little backwards. Went to the Detroiter afterwards for a couple of beers Saturday night before heading back to a friends house in St Claire Shores for the evening. Took the long way back to Ohio and stopped by Cabelas in Dundee on Sunday, hard to tell there is a recession based on that place.
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Haven’t been able to drive the Subaru out of the driveway for 12 days now due to snow height.
Luckily Her Majesty & I both have 4 wheel drive trucks.
More snow or mixed snow~rain forecast for Tuesday.
Yay?
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It’s been like that for weeks here (Morgantown), and in Pittsburgh, and Maryland.
How does Scranton do with the clean-up? It is not really done very well here.
I am curious as to why the boys don’t shovel the snow themselves.
I think when I was about 11 or 12, we began to go around and shovel snow for money.
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An online translator (www.freetranslation.com) provides the following translation of Shiny Rod’s post:
“The large question, that never was answered and that I never was able to answer in spite of for thirty years investigation in the feminine soul, is that: What does the woman want? But for this, I go confused away to become and to be surprised. Concentrated on state security, my studies of here are out. “
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They do a great job clearing the roads here, Ognir. They have a lot of practice. Not this year, but most other years. I can’t complain about the local snow-removal efforts. They’re all over it.
And the boys don’t shovel the driveway because we usually don’t make them. It’s not really their fault, because we set the precedent.
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My God man!
Moe’s Homewrecker: 925calories/38g fat
Oreo Blizzard: 980/36
Salted peanuts (1/2lb): 800/112
Five Guys cheeseburger & fries: 1460/85
Yuengling (6 pack): 768
5,000 calories in 24 hours? And 4 times the recommended daily fat intake?
Respect.
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Happy Monday, Surfers!
Well. It was Mr. Knucklehead’s birthday yesterday, so we spent most of the weekend with alcohol of some sort in our mits. Not feeling the love today, no suree…
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Went to Cleveland and saw about 10 wrecks en route from Charleston, WV. Rock and Roll Hall of Fame on Saturday day (not what I’d expected). Then an Avett Brothers show at House of Blues Saturday evening. Sunday spent driving back and recuperating. It was a great weekend.
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We had a birthday party for my son who turned 2 yesterday. Elmo cupcakes, chicken nuggets and french fries, now that’s a party!!!
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We got 4 inches shy of ya’ll here in Luzerne Co. Jeff.
This winter has been Snowmaggedon for sure.lol
Local road crews didn’t even start plowing the secondary roads here until 4pm on friday…GEEZ!
School’s closing made it a 4 day weekend here. Between the kids, the hubby who took off from work and 3 dogs, I was NEVER so glad to see a Monday morning arrive!!
On the bright side….#2 son made $60 on friday shoveling various driveways in the neighborhood.
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I spent a lot of the weekend watching the Olympics wrap up and it ended on a high note with Sid the Kid’s golden goal, go Canada, eh!
The closing ceremonies were good but I was mildly dissapointed with the 100% lip-synching. The inclusion of Simple Plan and Hedley was just sad…but at least Celine Dion didn’t make an appearance.
I’m a few hours north of you and we’ve had almost no snow to speak of this winter. I’ve been housesitting for my parents for a month and I’ve only been able to use the snow blower once. Very dissapointing.
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I saw “Dominated” in the title and got all excited!!! Yes that’s all it takes sometimes….
So far my new snow-blower has cost me an average of $600 per use but who’s complaining? The big red bitch in the middle of my chest isn’t, complaining that’s for sure; Whenever I clear the driveway “old school” I feel like I’m a crewman in Alien just before the screaming begins.
Last year 8′ snowbanks.
This year, less than 2′ snowbanks.
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I went home this weekend to where I grew up. It is crazy how different everything looks now that I am grown. The house the whole family farm it all got lots smaller.
I live in the very northernmost part of Indiana and I for one am truly tired of the cold and snow allthough we have had a fairly average winter my tolerance for it is diminishing.
Yeah Jeff- my kids don’t do shit either. Bad parents. BAD. Can’t bring myself to work em like slave labor.
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I didn’t mean to be rude (I guess that read a little rude).
There is 3 inches of ice on my street, with snow over the top of that.
There is suppose a fine if you don’t shovel, but I don’t see any shoveling going on in the hood.
It is hard to get motivated to shovel when the streets are not cleared by those who are suppose to do so.
The aftermath is going to make those do rain gutters and roofs pretty wealthy this spring.
Also, the roads are now full of pot holes.
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well philly was ok this go around but boy you should have seen the idiot convention on the last 28 incher.
people mashing the gas and smoking tires trying to get out of an unplowed street. I saw one guy rip the front bumper clear off his toyota. I think he forgot he didnt buy the plowing package on his camry.
I’ve helped push more stuck cars in the last few weeks then I care to do in a lifetime.
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We didn’t get it too bad this time, maybe 7-8 inches? Pisser was that on a regular Saturday, I’d let that stuff sit and hope for sun (which did come on Saturday). Naturally, this time I had to go somewhere, so I got to shovel all that mess first. I suppose all the effort cleared the my noggin for the test I had to take, but all things considered, I think I’d prefer a fuzzy head to lower back strain.
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It’s just aggravating here. Couple inches at a time…maybe four a couple other times. Then a warmer day to turn it all into a gray stew then freeze solid overnight. And you might know that the heater fan in the Mighty Chrysler would scream like a 12 year old girl at a John Maher concert and then die completely.
So no shoveling…spent the weekend reading the new T. Jefferson Parker. No Olympics. To me it’s Holidays on Ice for really fast people. Can’t do it.
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Cracked a cuppa tree Sierra Nevada Torpedoes, grilled a couple steaks and played some Putt-Putt golf. We had snow last Tuesday, gone by Wednesday, sunny and 65 on Sunday.
Life in the People’s Republic of Austin.
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Happy will be the day I’m able to drag the Char-Griller back out of the garage, put a cuppa two tree racks of ribs on it and sip on some ridiculously hopped adult beverage with a good book in my hands.
All after completing 18-holes of golf.
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“Cracked a cuppa tree Sierra Nevada Torpedoes . . .”
I bought a six of these Saturday. Darned good as long as you don’t mind eye-waterin’ hops. I had the first one and said, “THAT’S an IPA!” I may have to spring for another few very soon.
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I rained about 1/4″ here on the left coast. Winter by appointment only is the way to go.
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The wife and I spent the weekend camping. No shit, camping. Take off and struggle your way through the snow to get to a place in the “Deliverance” section of the WV mountains and stay the weekend in a 12×16 cabin with a small wood stove. Great weekend!
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Happily, I’ve picked up a little freelance graphic design job so I was hunkered over the computer all weekend. My boys shoveled snow and played for a little while. As we were leaving for school/work this morning, we found that some neighborhood punks had knocked off our snowman’s head! Bastards!
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Mid-60′s and sunny here in Sacramento. Went to the nursery to see what we want to do in the yard this spring/summer. Gotta love the West Coast
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Spent a rainy Saturday assembling & installing shelves in our tiny storage room. Sunday the sun came out, so I cleaned carpets in the early afternoon, then hit the sundeck with a six-pack of buddies. Only got up to 64 degrees, but it sure felt good.
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@dogberryjr
See if you can track down Breckenridge Small Batch 471 Double IPA….super hoppy and ~9% ABV
@WB in OH
For “some ridiculously hopped adult beverage”, see above.
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We’re a couple hours west of you, had about 3 inches. Today it has been raining, melting that little bit, and my daffodills are up about 3 inches.
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Animals crack me up when psycho weather is afoot.
I moved my dog from south Arizona to middle of Missouri last June. He didn’t know what the hell snow was. We hardly got rain before and now the whole damn sky falls out in giant chunks.
The first “big” snow we had this year ended up being about 6 inches. It reached about level with the bottom of the three steps going down into the back yard. When i let the beagle out to prop his leg up on nothing he couldn’t figure out the snow. He sniffed it and couldn’t figure it out. He tried to step on it, fell through, the came screaming back into the house like holy armageddon was coming to get him. He was hiding under the bed terrified that the earth was hollow and he was going to fall through to Korea.
Now he just walks down the steps until he is about level with whatever snow is there and and tends to business right there on the step. Its’ pretty funny that he drops dog sausages into a bunch of snow then when it melts there is a pile of pleasentries waiting to get stepped in.
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I’m about 20 minutes south of scranton, and we got whacked with the snow pretty bad too. I usually get to work, “no matter what weather”………but Friday, I went out to my truck, complete with it’s fancy studded snow tires, looked at how the local snow removal jockeys had done a great job of clearing the snow from the streets by piling it up against, under, on top of…. the truck…………..
And it was just too easy to say efff dat, turn my ass around and call off “due to weather”. Funny how your perspectives make a 180 degree turn-around when you just take the day off.
I never left the “hermitage” the entire day. Tank gawd fer da innernet, man.
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I’m in the middle of Southern Ontario, right on the southern end of what is locally referred to as the “snow belt” and we barely have 6 inches on the ground. Last year by this point over 7 feet had fallen, so I’m missing winter in a big way.
In February of 78 we had a huge blizzard. The power was out for 10 days, school was closed for 2 full weeks, and the army was called out to help rescue people stranded in their cars and at work. We had friends who lived in a cottage along lake Erie. The drifts were so bad their one floor bungalow was completely covered over. I remember going down there to dig them out and the only part of the house you could see was the chimney.
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MI2Tall-No luck in tracking down the SN Torpedo’s, I tried a while back when they were mentioned here. I’ve had the 471′s, pretty good but I didn’t think they were worth the premium over Dogfish 60 minute, Stone IPA or Bell’s two heart ale, for that kind of coin I just go with the Dogfish 90, just my opinion, but I think every one should try everything at least once! So many beers so little time!
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Jeff,
Any clues which team Nancy and Nostrils rooted for in the US vs. Canada matchup? Or did they even know the Olympics were being held?
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Cussed out the 20something that drove right into my path resulting in vehicular impact. The only good part of it was that it was the slippery friday night so speeds where slower and it probably allowed my car to push his sideways.
Damage to me: One scratched up rubber strip on the bumper and a chip of paint gone from the bumper filler strip.
Him: Dented door and front fender in the shape of a grand marquis steel bumper.
Naturally, its my truck that could use some work, so naturally I was in the car when hit… Never fails.
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Was off Thurs and Fri only to be sick the whole time. A reoccuring cold keeps biting my ass. Really took a turn for the worst. Never got out of the house until Saturday night when we went to the Meadows Casino and preceded to loose $300 is less than a half hour. The place was a zoo. Parked so far away we had to take a shuttle to get to the place. Never again. No restaurant to be had and each round of 2 drinks was 12 bucks. That was for a beer and a mixed drink in a friggin juice glass. I’d rather go to the River’s Casino downtown Pittsburgh. At least you can sit down at a restaurant and enjoy a meal and regroup to go sink more sheckels in the slots.
Sunday…watched the kick-ass hockey game. A bittersweet ending. Sucks the US lost the gold, but cool as hell Syd the Kid got the winning goal.
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loose…”lose”….snot still clouding my head
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Hey, Jeff, can we see some pictures of the snow next update?
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Wow, “the Fever” really inspires you to write, doesn’t it! Good for us!
Your terrible, snow-bound weekend sounds like a pleasure cruise to me. I am currently experiencing the WORST cold of my life, since last Thursday, and it is still going strong. It was sunny here in North Texas, but I couldn’t enjoy it… just sat in the bed or on my couch and absolutely HATED the world. HATE and ANGER seems to have mutated into this strain of cold…
Love your descriptions of Andy vs. the snow!
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Swami – That is why I don’t use translators. They don’t get the correct diction and syntax and even I’m not perfect when I write it. I only use an online dictinary to get the word spelled correctly. But it was fairly close.
The great question that has never been answered, and which I have not yet been able to answer, despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, is “What does a woman want?” But for this, I am mildly suprised and amazed. On Homeland Security, from here on, my studies I will concentrate . “
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Hm. I am out west where we WANT the snow but aren’t getting it. This week-end I took a sleigh ride throuhg the elk refuge, skied, and drove 8 hours.
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Blizzard of ’78…. spent the week shoveling sidewalks and driveways! made enough money every day to buy beer for the night for the household. 30″+ of snow and wind… we had a houseful cause people got stranded and couldn’t get home out in the country. great times!
been snowed in twice for 4 days here this winter. 1st one was fun but now it’s getting old.
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Not fun.
Sympathy.
But not too much.
I live in Chicago.
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HOLY shit, the ‘WVSR Classic’ link is scary!!
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Almost 5 inches of rain Thursday. No snow. We’ve had one 2 hour delay for work and one day off (which should have been on – anticipating the big snow which never was) this winter. Been here four winters now and haven’t been able to build a snowman. My 5 year keeps waiting. Guess we’ll have to go back to WV to do that. Planning a trip in April. Mom says it will still be snowing then.
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@MI2Tall: No luck on the Breckenridge. I looked at the Sierra Nevada today and was bitching that it’d gone off sale. My step daughter was with me and said, “I’m sorry for your loss.” I’m going to keep her around, she’s got a good sense about her.
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As Tyrosine said, not much snow around here, I put 500 km on my ride over the weekend. When I was a kid in Ottawa in the early 70′s, we had one real extreme year, ’71 maybe, that recorded 14 feet of snow over the winter, that was ridiculous. We had built a sled run from the peak of the roof of the house, down the drifts, across the front lawn, and then along the inside edge of the snow bank at the street. You could walk up the “lawn” to the roof.
One morning, I remember we couldn’t open either door, my dad lifted me out the bathroom window, to go around and dig out the doorway from the outside, I was 10 or 11. Felt kinda heroic, for once as kid.
FWIW, beer will freeze if you leave it out in the cold
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jeff_in_SW_Ontario“Felt kinda heroic, for once as kid.”
Excellent!
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mountie9wv I went with friends to Cleveland for the weekend also! Hit the Rock Hall of fame up on Sunday. And…… I thought it was lame. But had a great weekend in the city regardless.
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No snow; we got ours a few weeks ago down here in NoVa. For the Big Snow, it was seven days before I was able to go anywhere. And that’s OK, because for the other 9 years I don’t have to put up with driving a truck.
Saturday I bought a case of Torpedo – huge hoppy awesomeness. Sunday I cooked. Made a dish that involves sliced potatoes. Decided to ignore safety precautions, and sliced off the tip of my index finger as a reward for said neglect. Genius. Yes, it hurts. I hope it stops bleeding soon.
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Matt in Florence – I would agree. I have the utmost respect for a lot of the individuals in there, but if you are going to have a section solely for Jim Morrison (not that I don’t like the doors), then there damn well better be a section dedicated to Led Zeppelin in The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame (among many others). Maybe there was and I missed it, but I looked pretty hard. I know they don’t give up much, but surely there is enough for a wall or something. I also had a blast in Cleveland though. I even got a warning to settle down in my hotel room for the first time in a while. I was proud.
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Jeff & amigos,
0100 in the Great Pacific Northwest, 40 degrees (4.444444 in Canada) and not drizzling at the moment. Nice that none of the Reporters pulled a Glenn Beck on the snowstorms. That’s one reason I like hanging out here. Plenty of redneck joy, but little dumbassery about climate change and Katrina being the wrath of God on a city with too many black people. The Reporters are a pretty smart, likable group which is what got me here in the first place.
I do come armed with a special request…Jeff, since you turned me on to Butch Walker, perhaps you can download his latest, “I Liked It Better When You Had No Heart”, and do a two sentence review in one of your posts. “Sycamore Meadows” was a little atypical for Butch, and his other albums, while entertaining and professional, don’t quite achieve the pop transcendence of “Sycamore…”. Since you seem satisfied with the ’53 Chevy AM radio quality of MP3, and since I still buy CD’s, it’s a slightly smaller investment for you. Butch’s latest comes in vinyl, and I’ve been tempted to return to Witch Mountain…but there be dragons in the vagaries of the needle and the stoned friends. Hell, I must have purchased three copies of “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida”. (Just to be clear, I don’t own a copy of the CD…growing old has to have some benefit, and jettisoning Iron Butterfly is one). So if the notion takes you, a recommendation would be cool.
I’ve not commented much for a while, but I’ve lurked some, and I don’t recall any discussion of The Who at the Superbowl. I thought they were quite good. I read that Pete received a text right after the performance from his best friend (I guess Roger isn’t his best friend even though they’ve made some level of amends) containing four words…”nice set – nice hat”. That would summarize my feelings as well. I would add that it’s nice to see Zak Starkey on the drums. He’s been there for The Who for 14 years or so, but I don’t get out much so hadn’t actually seen him. Keith Moon was Zak’s godfather and gave him his first drumming lessons. Nobody can really replace Moon and Entwistle, but the group that fathered Punk lives on in spirit anyway.
There are occasional comments that would imply that Ian could someday be the Scot that makes that Lifehouse Hajj to London; on other days it seems less likely.
In the scheme of things, maybe the most important rock works are the unfinished ones: Lifehouse and Smile for two. We have Baba O’Riley and Good Vibrations to taunt us and provide a hint of what might have been. Sometimes a hint is as good as it gets. (Yes, I know Van Dyke Parks came back 30 years later and helped Brian finish Smile [or, correctly, SMiLE] but that has little to do with what would have emerged in 1967. I guess you had to be there.)
It occurs to me as I think about Good Vibrations that it’s possible that what’s missing in the world today is some good theremin-rock. I’ll alert Butch Walker immediately.
my best wishes as always,
jtb
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JTB: One word: Blog. I’m using it as a verb, which makes it a suggestion. I, for one, would read it.
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I went and bought a new car this weekend. It’s white, fast, has the satellite radio and a place to plug in my iPod. So I’m pretty happy about that.
Someone came over and watched our herd of kids so me and the wife could go out. We went to the BoneFish Grill. Not bad, not bad at all.
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I drank vodka all weekend and had to go to the hospital because I had an erection that lasted longer than 4 hours. That’s about it.
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Well, I’m back on the low-carb train as of yesterday. No more bread, cakes, pies, potatoes, rice or candy of any kind. Need to drop about 35 pounds. Tired of when I bend over my pants go halfway down my ass. No one wants that.
In other news I have a twin in town it seems. Everyone seems to be confusing me with a guy named Phat Phuck. Odd name for sure. It will be really strange if I ever get to meet Mr. Phuck.
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jtb, I can review the new Butch Walker in one sentence:
The last one was great, and the new one is merely very good.
That’s my opinion, of course. I thought Sycamore was a straight-up masterpiece. I still listen to it several times per month.
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Chuck in Belpre,
I don’t know if it’s the same Mr. Phuck or not, but the Phat Phuck I know is famous for making the reverse caramel apple. He carefully hollows out apples and fills them with caramel. It looks like a normal apple, but when you take a bite the caramel comes gushing out all over your neck and chest. I always eat mine while laying in the bath tub.
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Weekend fun. I don’t read blogs when I travel so I’m a bit out of the loop.
flew to Cleveland on saturday to see the girl. Almost landed on another plane in cleveland and had to do a go around. A first for me I think.
Went to some shitty club but had some good beer. sunday we drove to Marietta to see my folks and brother and his 3 little hicklets. His 2.5 yr old weighs 45 lbs, holy hell.
Monday lunch in marietta, dinner in cleveland. Some joint called the B Spot which had good burgers.
Tuesday flight at 8:10 AM which got delayed till 2 or so. Got delayed so long they gave us free booze. Awsome.
flying to cincy this weekend for Bockfest. Can’t wait.
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