15 November 2005

Bobby O

Archived MySpace blog
Category: Food and Restaurants


I fear I may be eating a sandwich named after a Bruin.

Yeah, OK, I'm odd. I'm odd for thinking about it, and even odder for caring. But you're reading it now, so here's the deal.

TJ's Deli, formerly TJ's Breakaway, and/or Breakaway Deli, makes a sandwich called the "Bobby O". Pastrami, Corned Beef, Russian Dressing, and Cole Slaw. I get mine on Rye. It's kinda their take on the Reuben.

But anyway... way back when, when New Haven was still a hockey town, and the legacy of the Blades, the Nighthawks, and... dare I say... the Beast were still part of the fabric of this burgh, Breakaway Deli celebrated this fact. Hockey memorabilia everywhere. Now, post even the New Haven Knights, in the shadow of a dismantling New Haven Coliseum, TJ's pays its allegiance to the Red Sox, the Patriots, and Nascar. But some of the sandwich names remain... Bobby O, and of course, The Beast.

Bobby Orr played during the hay-day of hockey. His number 4 hangs from the rafters at the Banknorth Garden in Boston.

Why is this important? Its not. The Boston Bruins, and their history, mean nothing to me. That's my point. Why am I eating a sandwich named after a Boston Bruin?

OK, OCD much? Why do I care? I'm just odd that way. I'd probably order the Guy LaFleur even if it was made with head Cheese on Pumpernickel. I'm like that. I consume with a bias that makes no rational sense. I'm always excited to purchase Irish- and Canadian-made products, and somehow I'm upset to eat a really good sandwich that's likely named after an ex-Bruin.

I need some serious help I think.

Or, I need Tom to make a tasty sandwich named after Kenny Dryden.

08 November 2005

Your ad here

Archived MySpace blog

OK, so...

As some of you may have noticed, I like to change the feel of my MySpace... from time to time. I'm done with Australopithecus -- my tribute to the band Clutch, and now I have this sort of Guinness themed page, inspired by this wondrous picture of Master Shake.

But... I have no name.

In my time on MySpace, I've been Ian Scott, Ëener, , I'm your Huckleberry, Just Ian, Stewie all Grown Up, Uncle Ian, Australopithecus, and now Your ad here. But I've decided... Your ad here is not a name... its an offer.

As we all know, MySpace is all about the advertising. I made a decision a little bit back regarding my Top 8. I decided that my friends don't need to be advertised, and thus my Top 8 are all local bands -- who I feel could use the advertising.

So, it is along those lines that I have decided that my very name will also serve as advertising.

Here's the deal... Leave me a comment on this blog. Tell me why you should receive free advertising by way of my home page. Could be your band, your cause, your small business, or even your blatant self-promotion. Then, I shall select the most compelling proposition, change my name, and attempt to format my profile to go with it.

So let's see the comments. Tell me why you deserve to be my next profile theme. Have fun.

01 November 2005

When the boss is away...

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Current mood: amused


Contrary to popular belief, the Government is not actually a soulless machine devised to torment the citizens to which it pays lip-service to serving.

Well, maybe it is, actually, but some of the people working for it have souls... even senses of humour.

Take for example last night. Monday, October 31st, 4:30 p.m., the office staff was oddly taken by the Halloween spirit.

Yup, we toilet papered our boss' office. Gotta love it. Gotta love that he thought it was great, and aside from what was on his chair, he's left the rest intact.

So see, we're not soulless at all.

Your tax dollars at work, my friends.