Yeah, I forgot to take my “lunch” (8 pm) to work last night, and tore ass to the local Subway for a six-dollar lettuce sandwich. When I went careening into the parking lot I was relieved to find the place empty, except for a lone samlich engineer. I needed to make it quick, and didn’t want any fatasses impeding my progress.
I parked and entered the store, and the dude said, “Can I help you?” But not in a friendly, helpful way. It was more of an agitated tone, like he’d just caught me naked and peeing on his back porch.
“You’re open, aren’t you?” I asked, confused by it all.
And the guy just shrugged. He was leaning against the counter with his arms folded across his chest, and just shrugged. Big ol’ attitude.
“I guess not,” I said, and turned to leave.
“Hey, we’re open!” he hollered. “Come back. We’re open until nine!”
“Go fuck yourself!” I said, and went to McDonald’s.
What was that all about?? I’m thinking about calling Jared. The man needs to step out of his giant novelty pants, and police the operation a little better. Sheesh.
Toney and I are plotting a kidless day trip to New York City soon. It’s a convoluted plan (we have no local fambly to watch the boys), but I’m confident we’ll be able to pull it off.
I think we’re going to try the commuter bus that runs between Scranton and NYC. It’s an attractive option. We won’t have to deal with the massive traffic and expensive parking, and will be able to have a few adult beverages at the end of the day, if we’d like. Ha! …if we’d like. That’s pretty funny.
So, I’m looking forward to it. I like going there with the younglings, too. But it’ll be fun for just the two of us to sneak away for a few hours. It’s quite, quite rare these days, and I sometimes miss it.
I’ve been posting a few of the old Charley West cartoons at Facebook (completely baffling some people). So far they’ve just been repeats from TheWVSR, but I plan to start posting new ones, too.
I know some of you have an issue with social networking sites, and I can certainly understand your feelings. But we do have some fun at Twitter and Facebook. MySpace eats it from the ass-in, but Twitter and Facebook aren’t bad, shockingly enough.
So, I hope you’ll follow us at both sites. Give it a try, and you might be pleasantly surprised, like I was. Pass the beer nuts.
I’m also thoroughly enjoying Life on Mars, the UK version. I tried the Americanized abortion of a program, and quickly abandoned ship. But the British show is great. And I just found out today the second season will be released to DVD on November 24. Oh yeah. My nipples are exploding with delight.
What other semi-obscure but great things should I be renting from Netflix? And please don’t tell me about Dexter. There’s nothing semi-obscure about that show; hardly a day goes by when someone doesn’t mention it. And I’m starting to develop a bad attitude toward it, if you want to know the truth.
A Wall of Voodoo song just played on iPod shuffle, and I remembered how people used to call them “Ball of Doodoo.” I always liked the band, and that “joke” kinda irritated me.
But what other derogatory tweeks to band names, TV shows, or movies can you remember? Tell us about it in the comments, won’t you?
And while we’re at it, what are your favorite pornolized movie titles? The Load Warrior always jumps to my mind… Heh. What are some of the other great ones?
I don’t know why I’ve started skipping Wednesdays all of a sudden, but that seems to be the current rhythm of things. Sorry. Once my “book” is finished, we’ll get back to normal around here. I promise. I feel fairly guilty about my Surf Report neglect… But it’s temporary, only temporary.
I’m going to Wegman’s now, to pick out the evening’s snooty, snooty microbrew. I’ll post my selection to Twitter later, in case you’re interested.
And I’ll see you guys next time.
Have a great rest o’ the day!