A few nights ago I was listening to an episode of the old Gunsmoke radio show at work, and one of the characters said the following:
“You’d better shut your mouth, boy, or I’ll knock both your eyes into the same socket.”
Never heard that one before… And I nearly blasted Mountain Dew across a cubicle wall.
Toney reminds me today is the two year anniversary of my “breakfast meeting” in Scranton, where I was informed my job was being eliminated — after seventeen long years with the company.
Yeah, that blew a whole flat of eggs. And it was made worse by the fact I couldn’t stand the guy they dispatched to break the news to me…
He’s what’s commonly known as an insufferable prick: arrogant, irrational, emotional, and confrontational. Plus, I’m convinced, he played a large part in their decision to can me, instead of move me to another location. I’m not a fan now, and wasn’t a fan then.
A few weeks ago, I’m told, he was on the receiving end of one of those breakfast meetings, as well. And while I consistently wished semi-bad things to happen to the guy, I never hoped he’d lose his job, or get killed, or anything that serious. For whatever reason, I have a hard time being overly vicious, even in my revenge fantasies.
But, at the same time… pass the beer nuts.
And speaking of breakfast, check it out. Everything’s better with bacon! Even the PETA site.
Now for some fast food gone horribly wrong… I can’t even imagine how something like this could happen. What do you think? What was the sequence of events that led to such a result? Sweet Maria.
Our local beer distributor has this set as “special order only.” Care to guess the reason? That’s correct, because a case costs $200. Two hunnerd! Can you dig it?
I asked the guy if anyone had actually ordered it, and he said they’ve brought in two cases during the year he’s worked there. Man, I’d like to interview the guys (it’s gotta be guys) who purchased it.
Steve was in a bar in Washington DC recently, and a pint of that stuff was $20. It makes me laugh. I’ve had the 60 Minute IPA, and the 90 Minute, as well. And both were really good, but not $200 good. Seriously.
And speaking of beer, I’m taking the weekend off. It’s an experiment, of sorts. I always have a list of things I want to get accomplished, and fall-short on a consistent basis. So, I’m going to see if beer intake has anything to do with it.
Stay tuned for the results.
I’m also thinking about legally changing my name to L. L. L. Anderson. That’s right, L. L. L. I like the way it rolls off the tongue. What would you like your new name to be?
And you know the guy at work who always calls meetings to order, by hollering, “OK everybody, listen up!” then instantly turns it over to someone else? Yeah, I think I might like to be that guy. Does it require any special certifications, or anything?
I’ve got two new Smoking Fish pics to share with you today, here and here. Keep ’em coming! We’re now up to fifty-eight pages of photos. Amazing.
On the music procurement front:
Yep Roc, a great label out of Norf Carolina, is having a fairly kick-ass sale. That’s the good news. The bad news is it’s ending within hours. So, you’d better hurry if you’re interested.
I bought two recent Robyn Hitchcock CDs, and a Jason & the Scorchers rarities collection (great!). Today, before the sale ends, I’m also going to buy the two Sloan discs they’re offering. Good stuff.
A few days ago I purchased, for $1.99, an early album by Old 97’s, from Amazon’s mp3 store. It was a one-day special, which I knew about because I monitor their Twitter page, here.
And my eMusic account refreshed yesterday, which means I’ve got fifty more songs to play with. Fifty! Oh, there’s electricity in the bunker today, my friends. How should I use those credits? It’s one of my favorite questions…
And just so you know, these are my current musical obsessions:
Butch Walker, Sycamore Meadows I’d never heard of the guy, until I started reading rave review after rave review. So, I bought it, and loved it. One of the best albums of last year…
Local H, 12 Angry Months Remember them, from the 90s? Well, they’re still together, and recently released this concept album of sorts, about the real-life breakup of band leader Scott Lucas’ marriage. All couched in a rockin’ Foo Fighters-like noise.
The Gaslight Anthem, The ’59 Sound People say it reminds them of old Springsteen, as if that’s a negative. I guess I can hear some of that, but it’s also just a good old fashioned rock album. And those are hard to come by nowadays.
The Rifles, Great Escape I saw them open for Paul Weller, in Philadelphia recently. I was unfamiliar with the band, but really liked ’em. So, I bought their first album, loved it, and bought the second one as well. Both are a blast, and sound (shockingly enough) like The Jam. Does Weller tour exclusively with people who worship him? It’s a question worth asking.
And that pretty much nukes the notebook, my friends. Hopefully it’ll start refilling over the weekend… for everybody’s sake.
Have a great one, and I’ll see you on the other side.
Shiny Rod says
@oblvios – so does a boy named Sue….
Drug Delivery Guy says
The Waterboys have a song “A Girl Called Johnny,” but not sure if it has a double meaning.
I find it amusing that this crack Newsweek reporter was such a fantastic fact checker to note that Governor Manchin was a REPUBLICAN….
Then Joe cussed twice in the final quote and offered up a terroristic threat.
I always assumed that Johnny Cash was telling a fictional tale, but then again, there are a bunch of SOBs out there that actually do give their kids ridiculous names. (Visited an elementary school classroom lately?)
I often wonder what the Translucents’ names really are. Can’t decide whether Eninen gave them banal or presumptuous names, or wildly inappropriate ones. Jeff will never tell though.
Son of Sam says
That wasn’t Johni Walker Redd was it?
You are too clever, Son of Sam. But then again, maybe her parents were alcoholics and gave her a wildly inappropriate name to commemorate the night she was conceived.
I read somewhere that Ron Howard named his children after the places they were conceived, so….
A guy on a British sitcom I watch once said ” A man doesn’t really feel like a man until he’s got some bacon down him.”
My daughter, Tuesday N. Nashville, is the light of my life.
This comments section seems to be going nowhere- I think we need a bonus Friday update. You know people are getting punchy when bacon is the main topic of discussion.
I strongly suggest the new M. Ward, Jeff. I think you’d dig it mightily.
Tammy…I say go with it! Iv’e alway’s loved that name.
Mr Hanky – I’m going to see Vetiver next month. Love them
Went to Bill Graham’s Noise Pop (Indie music festival in SF) last night and spent the entire time in the video room watching films of Day on the Greens. Awesome.
MAN we had bad hair in the 70s. Great music, but baaaaad hair.
@ Joe T.
Rush? You’re a fan of pretentious Canadian prog rock? What’s next Nickleback?
Michelle Malkin? Isn’t she a deaf actress?
But you’re right Bacon should be a unifier! Bacon for all!
@ tadpolegal: Do NOT disparage the Bacon!
Brandy, I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if a female had the name John. Our current receptionist, her name is ‘Lari’ (“Larry” for the pronunciationally challenged).
I know a guy named Frankiln Franklin…honest
I knew a Ida Dunham and a Justin Case.
If Tuesday Weld married Hal March Jr…she’d be Tueasdy March the Second.
My new name? … Dr. Harry Fatenbald
The Qweezy Mark says
Joe T. really knows if he wants THE truth to go to yours truly, (soaked w/ Jim Beam), or a nameless person we all know who tried to fend off a full on beer piss w/ Depends . Doesn’t work!
The Qweezy Mark says
But I will say that Joe T. never made a move when a psychotic chick was trying to steal all my winter coats. I do forgive him, though, because she might have killed him. Joe T. is more important than coats!!
“You could at least say “Hi!””
Joe T. says
Qweezy Mark, on the Beam. Bottle rockets for all!
I met a woman once named Shirley Chu. I secretly called her “Shirley Chu Jest”. Yes, I was an English major, what of it?
The best girl’s name: Hortense Cholmondely Farquarson.
And for the lads: Percival Fortescue Tiffington.
Those are Baconian names if I ever saw any.
There’s a guy named Warren Warren who lives near me. No word on whether he owns rabbits.
And a few years back we had a coworker named Mike Hunt. Poor bastard.
Dr Fatenbald says
Timothy Terrington Titwillow,Esq.
A strange case indeed. He was a stutterer the poor bbbbastard.
I just picked up a Dogfish 120 today, since you piqued my curiosity. I’m about 1/3 of the way through it and I can say these things:
1) The reviewer at the Beer Advocate was right on when he said the taste was “like the mind of a schizophrenic on bathtub meth”. It’s got massive hops, but even more massive malt and alcohol, to the extent that you can’t really taste the hops. Drinking one of these is a long-term project, like smoking a big high-dollar cigar (sorry, I don’t speak the cigar lingo).
2) $200 a case is actually a pretty good price. At my local (Norm’s Beer and Wine, Vienna VA), it would be $216 a case. On the other hand, I was able to buy *one bottle* since I’m not in Penna. I generally like big fat beers, but this stuff is just too much. I’m glad to have tried it, but no way would I want a case of the 120. I might have one more next month, before the weather gets too warm. Meanwhile I will stick with Dogfish 60 (a fine IPA) and various Pennsylvania products from the good folks at Weyerbacher and Victory.
3) The “you must buy beer by the case” law under which you suffer is, in a word, retarded. I’m not sure if they’re trying to discourage exploration, or to encourage excessive drinking. DC is contemplating (or may have already enacted) a law banning the sale of single bottles/cans of beer. They say it’s to prevent the sale of “forties”, but the effect will be to force people to (for example) buy a $65 six-pack if they want to try Dogfish 120. If they want to ban forties, why don’t they just ban forties? Or mind their own damn business; either way.
We had the privilege last year of going on a World cruise with the McAppleass’s , Ole farty insisted we share the Captain’s dining table with Hortense Cholmondely Farquarson,and Percival Fortescue Tiffington. It’s not that they were unpleasant or anything but when farty uncorked the champagne they insisted on drinking some awful concoction called Dogfish 120! Then ole farty upset the Captain by asking why when he paid so much for his cruise, was he forced to share his dining table with the hired help!
Paul Harvey died.
Jason, is there more to the story?
Uncle Buzz in Wheeling says
Ernie Kovacs alert! Check it out:
Also, 2 DVD set from Netflix, now at the top of my list.
Chill – Thanks for the DFH 120 review. I was thinking of picking up a bottle (you can do that in Michigan, thankfully), but now I’ll just stick with the 60.