We were in Borders yesterday, and I picked up a book called Encyclopedia of Dogs, or somesuch. I immediately flipped to the border collie section, and was laughing about how they’re known for being able to stare other animals into submission.
They’re bred for herding, and use their intense stare to help get the job done. And, I know, they also employ it to get part of the hamburger you’re eating for dinner, and some of the potato chips you’re holding in your hand, and to take a walk after the begging has been completed. Oh, Andy can burn smoldering holes through you with his stare.
But then I saw something on the page that made my heart sink. It said “Average lifespan: 12 to 14 years.” Andy will turn 10 this summer, and the thought of him not being around makes me sad. His breath smells like an open grave, he’s sometimes annoying, and he’s pretty much wrecked the love seat in our living room. But I’m still very fond of that hound; he’s a great friend.
Stupid encyclopedias and all their facts… They should’ve just titled it The Big Book of Your Dog is Going to Die! Thanks a lot, assholes.
Sorry I’ve been AOL for the past few days. Or is that AWOL? I’m not sure. In any case, I’m having problems which I’ll tell you about once they’re fully resolved. Today, maybe? It’s possible. The good news is it’s nothing medical; I don’t have ball cancer, or anything like that. At least not that I know about.
It’s about the book… and Apple… and the paperback. I think we’re near the end, though. But you guys know how crazy this kind of stuff makes me. It hasn’t been pretty.
The Feelies are releasing a new album on Tuesday. I always liked them, and knew they’d been playing shows together again, but had no idea about a new record. This is the first one since 1991. And I’m gonna be all over that thing like a mama’s boy on a Cinnabon.
I saw the Feelies during their original run, at the Pterodactyl in Charlotte, and it was jangle-pop heaven. One of the more memorable shows of my life, and I’ve seen a ridiculous number of them. Any other Feelies fans out there? I’m not sure there are too many of us left at this point.
Over the weekend I wanted some Dogfish Head 60 Minute Ale, which might very well be my favorite beer, and couldn’t find a six-pack anywhere. During two days I visited three stores looking for it, and all of them were out. What the hell, man?
On Saturday we returned to Wegmans, and some guy asked if we needed help. So, I asked what was going on with the Dogfish Head, and he said the company just expanded their distribution area, and isn’t keeping up with demand. Suddenly, it’s hard to find, he explained. So, some new guy in a new place is drinking my beer? I don’t care for it.
I was going to grab some Bell’s Two Hearted Ale, which is also fantastic, but they didn’t have my second-choice, either. I ended up with Weyerbacher Hops Infusion. It’s good, but not in the upper tier of greatness.
It was a frustrating experience. I think the Dogfish Head shortage has caused an upheaval in the beer snob universe. Not only can you not find their 60 Minute Ale, but the problem also effects the standard substitutions. There are no great IPAs! Where are the great IPAs?!
We went to Texas Roadhouse for dinner on Saturday, and I’m prepared to name it as my favorite chain restaurant. I don’t think I’ve ever had a bad meal there. Everything seems really fresh and high-quality, and it just feels like a cut above most such family-style steak joints.
Or am I way off? What’s your favorite restaurant chain? Is there one that stands out? I know a lot of them are mediocre, or worse, but a few are pretty damn good – every single time.
If you have anything on this subject, please use the comments link below.
And if you haven’t yet purchased a copy of Crossroads Road for your Kindle or Nook, please do so today. I’m hoping the paperback will be available within hours from now, but the way things have been going… I wouldn’t bet the fat farm on it. Grrr….
I’ll see you guys again tomorrow.
Have a great day.