Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Don't Look Now But.....
Yes, the Pirates are still in last place, but are only nine games back with a month of baseball still to play. One of the advantages of playing in the Comedy Central I suppose.
Its improbable, but if the Bucs continue to play well, we could be talking contention THIS year.
UPDATE: Pirates sweep double header from Reds, pick up a half game on the Cubs, and are no longer in last place.
Labels: Baseball, MLB, NL, Pirates, pittsburgh
Friday, August 24, 2007
Friday Pet Blogging!
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
LEGO Knights of the Round Table
Monday, August 20, 2007
Bonus Monday Cat Blogging!!
GOTCHA!!
Damn garden munching rodent! Sure, you got my cabbage yesterday, but who is having the last laugh??? MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Labels: animals, gardening, groundhog, groundhogs, rodents, woodchuck, woodchucks
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Mallard Fizz?
This pair waddled up looking for a handout. They left empty-billed.Labels: ducks, mallards, wildlife
Weekend Dog Blogging!!
My doggie! Mineminemineminemine! Sorry for the late pet post, was a bit busy this weekend. Britt looks a bit possesed, and possesive here!
Labels: Brittany, dachshunds, dog blogging, dusty, pet blogging, pets, spainels
Friday, August 17, 2007
Calico Jack's...DOWNGRADED
Awhile ago, I blogged that Calico Jacks on the North Shore, while not worth going out of the way for was OK for a pregame dinner. Well, I have to now downgrade Calico Jack's as an AVOID. Sadly, it has slipped to the horrid service and standards of its stablemate, the truly awful McFadden's.
The Mrs. and I headed down to the ballgame early tonight, with the intention of grabbing some grub at the Bettis Grille. Unfortunately, Bettis' place was packed, and remembering the unremarkable but serviceable din-din I had at Calico Jack's, we headed there.
The place was basically deserted. Aside from a few weirdo's at the bar (including one woman wearing an over sized purple swashbuckler's hat with white fur trim) there were only three other tables with diners. We were quickly herded to a table by a greeter who wore a black dress with an open back that revealed her ass. Fine for clubbing but totally inappropriate for a restaurant. Ass-crack is rather off-putting for dinner.
We then waited nearly 15 minutes for a waitress in this nearly empty eatery to attended to us. We were literally two minutes away from walking out at this point. We should have. I ordered the chicken fajitas while the better half got a chicken taco salad.
When the food came, wifey got a blob of lettuce layered with globs of taco-type toppings in a flatbread bowl. I got burned fajitas. Yes burned, and I cannot believe any chef allowed this disaster to leave the kitchen. As it arrived, I could smell the burning food. The chicken strips were dried out clumps of jerkey, and the beans and rice were served in the fajita pan. The burning smell was from the carbonized beans and rice subjected to blistering heat of the pan, and as for flavor? Nonexistent.
The fajita fixins were crammed into a quarter-moon dish, and arranged in such a way that is was impossible to add tomatoes if you also didn't want sour cream or guacamole. You also didn't have the option of guacamole OR sour cream, as both condiments were engaged in carnal relations.
Now some of you would have sent this crap back. I'm not that way. I choked down what I could, stiffed Shanyn, our lazy and inattentive server on the tip, and bitched to the manager, letting him know we wouldn't be back and I'd be telling everyone I knew about this experience. He wanted to "try and make it right" but how could he? You really get only one chance in the restaurant industry, and once you fuck up, you're fucked.
The Mrs. and I headed down to the ballgame early tonight, with the intention of grabbing some grub at the Bettis Grille. Unfortunately, Bettis' place was packed, and remembering the unremarkable but serviceable din-din I had at Calico Jack's, we headed there.
The place was basically deserted. Aside from a few weirdo's at the bar (including one woman wearing an over sized purple swashbuckler's hat with white fur trim) there were only three other tables with diners. We were quickly herded to a table by a greeter who wore a black dress with an open back that revealed her ass. Fine for clubbing but totally inappropriate for a restaurant. Ass-crack is rather off-putting for dinner.
We then waited nearly 15 minutes for a waitress in this nearly empty eatery to attended to us. We were literally two minutes away from walking out at this point. We should have. I ordered the chicken fajitas while the better half got a chicken taco salad.
When the food came, wifey got a blob of lettuce layered with globs of taco-type toppings in a flatbread bowl. I got burned fajitas. Yes burned, and I cannot believe any chef allowed this disaster to leave the kitchen. As it arrived, I could smell the burning food. The chicken strips were dried out clumps of jerkey, and the beans and rice were served in the fajita pan. The burning smell was from the carbonized beans and rice subjected to blistering heat of the pan, and as for flavor? Nonexistent.
The fajita fixins were crammed into a quarter-moon dish, and arranged in such a way that is was impossible to add tomatoes if you also didn't want sour cream or guacamole. You also didn't have the option of guacamole OR sour cream, as both condiments were engaged in carnal relations.
Now some of you would have sent this crap back. I'm not that way. I choked down what I could, stiffed Shanyn, our lazy and inattentive server on the tip, and bitched to the manager, letting him know we wouldn't be back and I'd be telling everyone I knew about this experience. He wanted to "try and make it right" but how could he? You really get only one chance in the restaurant industry, and once you fuck up, you're fucked.
Labels: calico jack's, froth eats, pans, reviews
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Elvis
Is still dead.
Now I'm going to have The Dead Milkmen's "Going to Graceland" running through my head all day.
When my time comes
That's how I wanna go -
Stoned and fat and wealthy
And sitting on the bowl
Lots of people say
That it's sad The King is gone
Well Elvis might be dead
But his cash flow lives on
Now I'm going to have The Dead Milkmen's "Going to Graceland" running through my head all day.
When my time comes
That's how I wanna go -
Stoned and fat and wealthy
And sitting on the bowl
Lots of people say
That it's sad The King is gone
Well Elvis might be dead
But his cash flow lives on
Labels: celebrity, dead milkmen, dead people, elvis, elvis presley
Friday, August 10, 2007
Road Trips and Cereal
Friday Dog Blogging!
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Oh You MUST Be Kidding???
Steely McBeam?? Isn't that Ronald MacDonald's pet name for his junk?
Labels: football, mascot, nfl, steelers, steely mcbeam
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Yawn
Freak.
Go A-Rod!
Go A-Rod!
Labels: Barry Bonds, Baseball, Bonds, Cheating, Giants, illegal drug use, MLB, NL, Steroids
Monday, August 06, 2007
A Bit Of Randi
Saturday, August 04, 2007
Stone Soldier
We spent a day at Antietam. Its been a while since I visited this mostly pristine battlefield.Labels: antietam, civil war, monuments
Burnside Bridge
Here's the Burnside Bridge over Antietam Creek as seen from the COnfederade side. The tree on the far side was growing when the battle was fought.Labels: antietam, burnside bridge
Irish Brigade
I couldn't leave Antietam without stopping by the Irish Brigade monument!Labels: antietam, bloody lane, Irish Brigade, sunken road
Meagher of the Sword
Here's the backside of the Irish Brigade Monument at Antietam, featuring General Meagher.Labels: antietam, Irish Brigade, meagher
Friday, August 03, 2007
Growth
Lock
Ruins
Trestles and Tunnel
Harper's Ferry
I'm Back!
I'm back from the wild and intertubeless backwoods of West-by-Gawd-Virginia. I'll need a couple of days to process the photos and get back onto regular blogging time.
Oh yeah before I forget to tell yinz, I got married.
Oh yeah before I forget to tell yinz, I got married.
