Tuesday, November 30, 2004
I know I sound like a curmudgeonly grouch, but wait, it gets better ... or worse ...
Today’s lunch was at the Cheesecake Factory, which is the kind of place I would generally avoid at all costs. The very name of it is disgusting to me; it’s not just a factory, which is unappetizing enough, but it’s a cheesecake factory. Rich, gooey, sweet cheesecake, and not just a moderate portion as a dessert after a sensible meal, but a whole factory full. “Hey folks, wanna shovel down a whole lot of cheesecake? This is the place!” Another problem with the Cheesecake Factory is that I’d always heard it was a bit pricey, “but they give you so much food!” everyone says. I guess that’s part of the whole “factory” concept. Well I’m against that. I don’t want to pay way too much for a lunch just because it represents more calories that I should eat in a whole day.
And of course the way-too-much-food wasn’t even good. I ended up just ordering a cheesesteak sandwich because I was too exhausted from trying to read the whole menu to actually make a decision (I think my mind was saying: “Cheesecake ... cheesesteak ... whatever.”). I should have done what I often do and order an appetizer of nachos as my meal. At least then I can have fun trying to artfully balance mixtures of flavors on tortilla chips while I sit next to the people I don’t care to talk to. But instead I got a bland sandwich on a plate loaded to overflowing with french fries ...
... not even very good french fries. I was wishing that I had brought along a little mini-bottle of Texas Pete to give the sandwich some flavor. I thought about asking for some, but after the sweet tea incident I figured they wouldn’t have any. The sweet tea incident irked some of the native North Carolinians: they asked for sweet tea, I mean “sweetea.” and the waitron said they didn’t have any, explaining that the Cheesecake Factory is a California company, and they don’t drink sweet tea in California, therefore the Cheesecake Factory doesn’t sell sweet tea. Of course I hate sweet tea, but I was irked in solidarity with the others.
And no, I didn’t have any cheesecake. By the time everyone finally arrived, ordered and ate, I was ready to get the hell out of there, and I didn’t feel like adding another $6-$8 to my bill for a stupid piece of cheesecake that would probably taste no better than any other piece of cheesecake. When I mentioned to someone that $6 was more than a piece of cheesecake was worth to me, she replied “But they give you a really big piece!” I’m not even all that nuts about cheesecake to begin with--I’d really rather have some tiramisu. Where’s the Tiramisu Factory?
So in my unscientific study, I have concluded that downtown Durham is just as safe as the Streets at Southpoint. Plus it's a real place, not a hokey, target-marketed simulacrum. Now if Safari Cuisine would just open for dinner and lunch on Saturdays ...
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
There's no reason for this posting other than to allow me to make yet another joke about having a great big doodle.
I'm going to me mum's tonight. I'm going to make a point of trying to actually get out and "enjoy" Myrtle Beach, if such a thing is indeed possible. I think that means shopping, as miniature golf is out of season now. I will definitely visit the dog park, which I think could kick any other dog park's ass. It's the highlight of every trip to Myrtle Beach.
Monday, November 22, 2004
I'm definitely going to play a track from "A Very Unschooled Christmas," a review of which was my only contribution to the betterment of this week's WXDU playlist. I know it's early for Christmas music, but I liked the cd, OK?
Anyway, the only reason I'm posting a blog entry right now is to link to two adorable photos of my little precious angel princess Lucy, taken by my flyball teammate Sam Bennett. So go look: here and here.
Friday, November 19, 2004
Anyway, the point is that I carefully packed my camera with extra batteries and memory stick, just in case there's anything worth taking pictures of. Now I realize my folly: I don't have my camera with me today! I can't take any pictures! I feel handicapped. Just now I had the idea of taking a picture of a massive doodle I've been drawing on for a month. It started out rather modestly sometime in October:
This morning, I realized that it had grown into quite a monster of a doodle, and I felt the need to document it. Alas, the moment must go unrecorded. The world must wait until Monday to marvel at the proportions of my doodle.
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Should I rethink my "Fucking Huge Burritos" franchise idea?
Nonetheless, I managed to give a little talk on the topic of flyball at the Durham Kennel Club Monday night. Tons of people showed up and I didn't have enough handouts, but it went really well and people had lots of questions. Because I always find myself trying to describe flyball to the uninitiated (which is pretty much everyone I meet), and because I've never found any sort of web page that gives a succinct description of the sport, I turned the handout I made into a web page.
Another creation I managed to complete is my little photo gallery of Blackstrap's last show.
Now I'm sure Niku would be thrilled if I would just post my photos from the Chicks Rock DIY day ...
Thursday, November 11, 2004
lucy jumps through hoops for me
Originally uploaded by bunchofpants.
Since today was a holiday I took the opportunity to get in some agility practice with Lucy. She's so darned cute! It seems like she really has fun with agility, but I don't know if it's because she's excited about the prospect of getting lots of treats or if she also thinks it's fun to be out running around a field with me. Probably a little of both.
We also saw "The Incredibles" today and, based on the reviews I was expecting it to be sheer uninterrupted bliss. It wasn't, but I still liked it. It was a bad day to see it, considering that all the kids had the day off school and they don't know how to shut up and watch a movie and their parents are oblivious to the fact that not everyone wants to hear their little darling's commentary. Oh well.
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
Tomorrow is a state and federal holiday (Wheelbarrow Day), so I get to sleep in. I'm taking Friday off because it's my birthday and I have some comp time to use, so I get a four-day weekend. I plan to practice what I preach, and that is: "Laziness is its own reward."
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
Also great: Munly & the Lee Lewis Harlots (Munly is the "front sideman" of Slim Cessna's Auto Club), Faux Fox--Cusp Of The Precipice (I loved their EP Black Glove or White Glove), and The Prefects--Amateur Wankers.
Monday, November 08, 2004
Oh yeah, and this Friday's my birthday. I will officially become "Old As Dirt."
Thursday, November 04, 2004
Our neighborhood "Officer Friendly," aka Sgt. Gunter, routinely takes photos of anyone cited or arrested for anything in our neighborhood--not mug shots officially at the cop shop, but snapshots with his digital camera, and posts them to the neighborhood e-mail list. (I swear I keep expecting some of the people on the list to offer Sgt. Gunter a blow job--they fall all over themselves to tell him how wonderful he is). Recently, cops cited some Duke students in the neighborhood for a noise violation, and Sgt. Gunter posted their photos to the listserv. The students claim that the cops told them they had to allow their photos to be taken or they would have to "go down to the station." Cops lie, of course, and I'm willing to bet these were lying to the students.
The question has been posted to Sgt. Gunter on the listserv, but he hasn't replied, further convincing me that his "miscreants" are allowed to say no when he asks to ph0tograph them. Anybody know the law enough to enlighten me?
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Which reminds me: everybody, right now, go read Radio Free Dixie: Robert F. Williams and the Roots of Black Power. I had been meaning to write about how great this book is since reading many weeks ago, but I got busy and/or lazy. Anyway, Robert Williams didn't sit around singing Kumbayah (did I spell that correctly) when the Klan came shooting. He organized defense committes and yes, they shot first when the Klan motorcades came squealing through their neighborhoods. And the Klansmen couldn't wait to get the hell out of there.