Cousin Drew, formerly of the fast food McDonalds fame, had never been to a Chipotle before today. We went there for lunch after he experienced some of the fine burrito football sized meals while at work the other day. I found it odd, but shouldn’t have, I guess. I am sure there are other folks who haven’t been there before. Drew was familiar with the concept, having had some of the immensely crafted burritos at Baja Fresh(a wholly owned subsidiary of Wendy’s) but had never gone to the queen mother of all fast food burrito palaces yet. He hasn’t made it to Qdoba yet either, although they also are in the running to become the leader of the rice, bean and burrito crowd after Jack in the Box bought them last year.
Sage wanted to add a few comments to this page, so I tinkered around and came up with the shoutbox feature on the right hand side. I ain’t hip enough on tables yet to change the template enough to add it to the entire right column but it seems to work where it is, as long as I am judicious in my archive thingys. It has a 1,000 character limit and will only show the last six comments on the page, but all of them are archived at my account at shoutbox. It could be fun. We will see.
Leave a note and let me know what you think.
We have had this odd thing going on in our freezer for the last month or so. Somehow, a plastic bag has worked itself into the ice maker. As ice gets knocked out and the machine refills, the bag gets worked farther and farther into the mechanism. So last night I decided to take determined action and fix the thing. For God’s sake, there have been bits of plastic in the ice cubes. When the quality of my chilled beverages becomes affected, it is time to act. So as I attacked the plastic mess with a small Ginsu vegetable knife (chosen for its delicate shape), I accidentally placed my finger under the machine and got a shock/burn that ruined the rest of my day. I am a big fat baby when it comes to burns anyway. I can’t take the pain of any kind of burned flesh. But last night, after fixing the ice machine (that part of the operation was successful) I ended up with a pea-sized blister on my pinky and soaked it on ice all night while watching my stories on television. Ugh! It throbbed until about 1 a.m. For those keeping score at home, I am fine today and have wrapped the burn up to keep from bumping it. But leave it to me to find the only heat source in a freezer – in an ice maker at that! – and actually burn myself.
The headline is from Kevin, paraphrasing a Hunter Thompson term. But has anyone been following this wack job’s latest pre fight crap? He actually hasn’t showed up for his next fight and took time off because of the “Flu” but it may very well be that he took the time off to get a tatto, on his face! What a nut. I genuinely believe he misses being the thug in prison.
I like cussing, so this game is fun. A recreation of the childhood game Simon but the sounds are replaced with cuss words. Perty funny. Requires shockwave, just so you know.
Now, it is always funny to talk about your favorite celebrities. But it helps to actually have something to say.
Dr. Phil was on Letterman last night. He was pretty charming and held his own against Dave. In fact he brought a list of all the names that Dave has called him for the past few months. Under instructions from my sister I recorded it. And I forgot until rewatching this morning the joy of the show – Sarah Vowells, one of the funniest voices writing and performing today. She was worth the videotape, even if the rest of Letterman was hype.
t has been a theme of the late so I add this duct tape update. President Bush stocks up.
Good golly, it is like going back in time. Sci Fi channel began running all the Battlestar Galactica episodes in a mini marathon this morning. They remastered them with digital sound. A cable television heaven for this television junky. I used to love this show. It was on while I was in the seventh and eighth grades. As kids, we used to “play” Battlestar in the backyard, craft ships and act out space wars. I also used to watch the weekend-end long Star Trek marathons that would run. Mind you, this was before cable television hit the town. All we had was over the air TV. So when Channel Two in Denver would run its Star Trek-a-thons, we would try to watch them all. Now with cable, a marathon run of an old series happens so often that you come to expect it. Oh well.