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By now everyone has read the tales of trips to Montréal, Nine Inch Nails Concerts, Volkswagen Festivals in New Jersey, and the like. Now, I think it's only fair to show the other side. This is...
Down Time
This is the tale of a weekend with no plans. My eye is finally pretty much back to normal. There are a few weekends left in Summer. The weather is fine. And... there are no plans anywhere.
Friday night I enjoyed a couple at Richter's while wishing a co-worker good luck as he moved on to greener pastures in the Stamford office. Actually, anywhere in Connecticut is greener pastures than here when you're talking about the courts. After a short stay at said Happy Hour, back home and the promise of the new Indiana Jones box set -- "You call him 'Dr. Jones', doll"
The rest of Friday night was spent in. Molly and I watched Raiders of the Lost Ark, accompanied by Jersey Mike's subs, and a bit more drink. Would have been quite the relaxing night had Molly's back not completely given out... but Tiger Balm and a hot towel massage soothed things to a sleepable state, and the night proved relaxing after all.
Saturday morning came, and the call of a friend in need pointed our day mid-state. Southington around 3:00 left us the first half of the day open, and presented two wonderful opportunities: Momentum Tuning, and Tim Horton's.
So we drive up to Meriden, to the closest Tim Horton's in the state, and one exit North of Momentum Tuning, to a little area we have since dubbed Little Toronto. Tim' Horton's Donuts on one side of East Main, Toronto Dominion Bank on the other, it's like a little slice of Canada in the middle of Meriden. We sit on the curb, enjoying our coffees, me with a tasty cinnamon roll, and Molly, a donut, I believe.
Leaving Tim's, coffees in hand, and rolling one exit South on the Wilbur Cross, we approach Momentum Tuning, an automotive shop specializing in the performance Volkswagen market. What a wonderful little niche market! However, it would seem that the true location of said shop is guarded in Volkswagen enthusiast secrecy. Up and down North Plains Industrial Rd we drive, looking for this place. A call to 411, and we discover... closed. Shortly after hanging up, we do discover the hidden lair of the gurus of Volkswagen tuning, and confirm that the shop does not have weekend hours. But for a long day on Thursday, and the fact that I only work until 3:30 on Mondays, I had feared I may never see the inside of this most hallowed shrine of Volkswagen Performance. Alas, it is now only 1:30, and We are not to meet Lonnie until 3 or 4.
US 5 through Wallingford is about the same as any main drag through any Northeast town... fast food, car dealerships, and mid-priced retail shopping. We found ourselves in Big Lots. What a great place. Wonders of the world... literally... have you ever seen Indian cuisine packaged for sale in South America? I thought not. An Axe deodorant gift set garnered me my second "Evil Rubber Ducky", and I received a 2nd, 3rd, and 4th phone call from the cretins trying to sell me drugs illegally from some 3rd World country. "Can I ask you what medications you're on?" The calls finally ceased when Molly tells them "Well, I think it's kind of intrusive for you to ask me that. I'm on the AZT and I have herpes." The phone calls ceased, but oddly no one in Big Lots even batted an eye.
A quick phone call to Lonnie revealed that 3 or 4 had now become 5, and so our destination became the Meriden Square Mall, but on the way through, we decided to stop in at the porn store. Yeah, I said it. Problem... the porn store was closed for 5 while the employee took a break. Next door for 2 failed scratch tickets, and... oddly... a porn mag, then back to the porn store. Surprisingly, we did better in the market next door, and we left the store empty handed.
Since Westfield bought all the malls in Connecticut it seems, effectively the Meriden Square Mall is the same as any other mall in this state, only laid out differently. A bathroom break, 2 gumballs, and a pair of jeans for Molly later, it's time to head to Lonnie's. There, we are greeted with the sight of the truck I should have been moving with, a van with a 12' box on the back. Tiny, efficient, appropriate for a small apartment move. (Mine was 53' long.) We emptied it in 30 minutes.
I've missed Arby's living in Branford, and since Southington has one, that is where we had our evening meal. It was uneventful on its own, although the site of Molly and I laughing and joking and having a good time in the food line seemed to upset the locals. The gene pool is little more than a puddle out there it seems.
The drive home brought us by Ocean State Job Lot, and a clothing store called pay/half. Cheap shopping seemed to be the mode of the day. Pay/half was a bust, but at Job Lot, Molly happened upon a 1:16 scale model of the Volkswagen W12 Nardo. No, no one actually knows what that car is... I'll have to blog it later. Saturday ended with a DVD's on the couch... no, I said we didn't buy anything at the porn store... The Poseidon Adventure. Irvin Allen's classic, and the perfect follow-up to the week before's Towering Inferno. Stonebridge was ruled out, and we ended the day in a lazy fashion.
Sunday arrived as it usually does, and the late morning suggested coffee. Off we went to Dunkin' Donuts. Walked in, and got in line, until... Molly realized that it was a planless Sunday, and our relaxing coffee pause was better served at Common Grounds, where not only is the coffee better, but one can sit at a table on the sidewalk, and enjoy a cigarette as well. Before leaving, however, Molly managed to find two aging nerds in Dunkin' Donuts, and through them join the Branford Chess Club.
In order to have a coffee and cigarette, we must first stop for cigarettes. Enter Branford Book & Card. There's a line, so I decided to explore the international news section while waiting. Somehow we end up with 2 packs of Marb Lights, and another porn mag.
Coffees, smokes, a croissant, and a raspberry crumb cake, reading porn in downtown Branford. What does this suggest? Of course. A trip to Old Glory.
Old Glory is a head shop. There are 5 or six of them in the state, and I believe more in other states. No, neither Molly nor I partake in the stickiest of the icky, but Old Glory is great place to pick up t-shirts, wallets, and our personal goal, belt buckles.
A stoned clerk helped us acquire a Metallica "Whiskey in the Jar" tee, a Sex Pistols "God Save the Queen" tee, and a belt buckle, limited edition made in 1979, of a small aircraft gauge pod. It's sweet. If you don't understand what it is from that description, don't feel bad, neither did Eddie.
Yes, Eddie. Recently back from parts unknown... the Midwest... Eddie had invited us to lunch. Archie Moore's. Fairly New Haven famous. Good food, drink; I had a Swithwick's and something called the "Pulled Pig" sandwich. Pork barbecue is always good by me. The promise of karaoke later turns out to be a pass, but that's fine by everyone involved, and the late afternoon rolls off into an evening defined by Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.
I think that's it. Just a weekend off, nothing much to do, no plans to speak of. Just a little down time.
19 August 2006
a poem
Archived MySpace blog
Category: Writing and Poetry
three
dollar umbrella
black
sleek
compact
doesn't open
stuck
the button
does
not
work
rap it against the wall
rap it
again
works
sorta
three
dollars; only three
you get
what
you pay for
Category: Writing and Poetry
three
dollar umbrella
black
sleek
compact
doesn't open
stuck
the button
does
not
work
rap it against the wall
rap it
again
works
sorta
three
dollars; only three
you get
what
you pay for
17 August 2006
I don't drink Bud Light, but...
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Current mood: amused
Category: Blogging
they were nice enough to write this radio spot, especially for me.
So, without further ado...
Real Men Of Genius....
Today we salute you, Mr. hair gel over geller
Mr. hair gel over geller
Less ambitious men stop at 2-in-1 shampoo but you put in countless hours, tireless dedication and a 5-gallon drum of industiral adhesive.
Sticky goooooooop!
Like a laquered hedgehog or oily porcupine, what woman wouldn't want to run her fingers through your razor-sharp stalagmites of hair?
Or is it stalagtites?
Wind, water, stray bullets, even repeated hammer blows...
Nothing can muss your immovable mane.
I've got a hair helmet!!
So crack open an ice cold Bud Light oh Master of The Mousse and while you're at it, crack open another buck of goop.
Mr. hair gel over geller
Yeah, that really is all about me. :)
Currently listening :
Original Bud Light Real Men of Genius 3 CD Set!
By Bud Light
Release date: 01 January, 2010
Current mood: amused
Category: Blogging
they were nice enough to write this radio spot, especially for me.
So, without further ado...
Real Men Of Genius....
Today we salute you, Mr. hair gel over geller
Mr. hair gel over geller
Less ambitious men stop at 2-in-1 shampoo but you put in countless hours, tireless dedication and a 5-gallon drum of industiral adhesive.
Sticky goooooooop!
Like a laquered hedgehog or oily porcupine, what woman wouldn't want to run her fingers through your razor-sharp stalagmites of hair?
Or is it stalagtites?
Wind, water, stray bullets, even repeated hammer blows...
Nothing can muss your immovable mane.
I've got a hair helmet!!
So crack open an ice cold Bud Light oh Master of The Mousse and while you're at it, crack open another buck of goop.
Mr. hair gel over geller
Yeah, that really is all about me. :)
Currently listening :
Original Bud Light Real Men of Genius 3 CD Set!
By Bud Light
Release date: 01 January, 2010
13 August 2006
Seeing Eye Molly
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Category: Life
Everyone should have one.
OK, everyone with a visual impairment. Dogs are OK, but... well, they're dogs. The Seeing Eye Molly is the way of the future.
My personal visual impairment is temporary. I have an ulcerated cornea. Bacteria trapped under my contact lens caused injury to my right eye during the odd occurrence that I fell asleep in my contacts Wednesday night. Thursday I woke up in quite a bit of pain, and that morning I made an emergency appointment with my eye doctor to receive the above diagnosis.
So, for the past 4 days, I have had limited vision in my right eye, and intense photosensitivity. I utilize 2 prescription eye drops, which as I put it to my roommate, "one that stings and one that burns". So, I have about 50 percent vision in my right eye, and light causes me intense pain... beyond the regular pain I'm already in, as well as the pain caused by the drops. Basically put, I'm in pain. So, driving has not really been in my daily routine. People have been nice enough to bring me home from work, ad Molly has be bringing me in... and otherwise driving me around.
So, here I've been, right eye afoul, occasionally watching movies with the aid of a Pirate type eye-patch, and otherwise leading a limited life. (I've gotten more laundry done this weekend the I've ever done before.)
But I have ventured outside these four walls... I've had to. For any of you who know me, stir crazy sets in quickly and hard. So, out into town we've rolled, blind, half-blind, glasses, sunglasses, eye patch, baseball cap, eyes simply closed by the sun. Even now I'm typing with one eye closed... depth perception not so important in blogs.
It's been quite a trip... follow-up eye appointment, hair-cut for Molly, Lackluster Video, CVS, even Wal*Mart (I'm blind, and she wouldn't tell me where we were going)... just the blind, trusting passenger, walking to stores, one hand on the back of the belt...
of my Seeing Eye Molly.
Category: Life
Everyone should have one.
OK, everyone with a visual impairment. Dogs are OK, but... well, they're dogs. The Seeing Eye Molly is the way of the future.
My personal visual impairment is temporary. I have an ulcerated cornea. Bacteria trapped under my contact lens caused injury to my right eye during the odd occurrence that I fell asleep in my contacts Wednesday night. Thursday I woke up in quite a bit of pain, and that morning I made an emergency appointment with my eye doctor to receive the above diagnosis.
So, for the past 4 days, I have had limited vision in my right eye, and intense photosensitivity. I utilize 2 prescription eye drops, which as I put it to my roommate, "one that stings and one that burns". So, I have about 50 percent vision in my right eye, and light causes me intense pain... beyond the regular pain I'm already in, as well as the pain caused by the drops. Basically put, I'm in pain. So, driving has not really been in my daily routine. People have been nice enough to bring me home from work, ad Molly has be bringing me in... and otherwise driving me around.
So, here I've been, right eye afoul, occasionally watching movies with the aid of a Pirate type eye-patch, and otherwise leading a limited life. (I've gotten more laundry done this weekend the I've ever done before.)
But I have ventured outside these four walls... I've had to. For any of you who know me, stir crazy sets in quickly and hard. So, out into town we've rolled, blind, half-blind, glasses, sunglasses, eye patch, baseball cap, eyes simply closed by the sun. Even now I'm typing with one eye closed... depth perception not so important in blogs.
It's been quite a trip... follow-up eye appointment, hair-cut for Molly, Lackluster Video, CVS, even Wal*Mart (I'm blind, and she wouldn't tell me where we were going)... just the blind, trusting passenger, walking to stores, one hand on the back of the belt...
of my Seeing Eye Molly.
09 August 2006
Til Death Do Us Part
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Category: Life
This is about something that's been weighing on my mind... probably more than I wanted to admit.
Maybe it doesn't matter to anyone else. Maybe no one else cares. To some, it's just not their business. To some, maybe they don't put as much stake in those words as others. It seems everyone has their own reason not to care.
But I still care. I spoke those words, and it bothers me.
But yesterday, I was thinking about it, thinking about those words I spoke, and the pledge I made, and I came to a realization.
I realized that those words don't have to be untrue.
You are still in my life. You always will be. If you ever need me, I'll be there. If I ever need you, I know I have you to turn to. Nothing can change the fact that you'll always be one of my most precious friends, and nothing will. No matter what, through thick and thin... in marriage or without...
Till Death Do Us Part.
Category: Life
This is about something that's been weighing on my mind... probably more than I wanted to admit.
Maybe it doesn't matter to anyone else. Maybe no one else cares. To some, it's just not their business. To some, maybe they don't put as much stake in those words as others. It seems everyone has their own reason not to care.
But I still care. I spoke those words, and it bothers me.
But yesterday, I was thinking about it, thinking about those words I spoke, and the pledge I made, and I came to a realization.
I realized that those words don't have to be untrue.
You are still in my life. You always will be. If you ever need me, I'll be there. If I ever need you, I know I have you to turn to. Nothing can change the fact that you'll always be one of my most precious friends, and nothing will. No matter what, through thick and thin... in marriage or without...
Till Death Do Us Part.
08 August 2006
Day Tripper
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Got a good reason for taking the easy way out
Got a good reason for taking the easy way out now
She was a day tripper, one way ticket yeah
It took me so long to find out, I found out
She's a big teaser, she took me half the way there
She's a big teaser, she took me half the way there now
She was a day tripper, one way ticket yeah
It took me so long to find out, I found out
Tried to please her, she only played one night stands
Tried to please her, she only played one night stands now
She was a day tripper, Sunday driver yeah
It took me so long to find out, I found out
Day tripper
Day tripper yeah
Day tripper
Day tripper yeah...
OK, these lyrics have absolutely nothing to do with anything except that they reference daytripping and Sunday... and that it's a pretty good Beatles tune.
So, as may be gathered, Sunday we took a daytrip, out to Newport. I've always liked Newport, as had Molly, and I hadn't been in some time. So, on a whim that was cast Saturday afternoon, on Sunday morning we hit the road, 95 East.
A little traffic around New London, a nice old Packard in the next lane, a couple angry lesbians trying to run a casino bus off the road, but otherwise a smooth sail. Got to Wyoming... yeah, that's in RI, and discovered a Tim Horton's. Mmm... Ice Coffee and TimBits. Definitely a good omen.
Ice Coffee in the cup holder, we arrive in Newport. The weather is beautiful. The town is beautiful. What more can we want? A bit of shopping, some skee-ball, a delicious lunch, a but more window shopping, a donut scented air freshener which reads "Police are my favorite people", what more can one want?
To go back and do it all again.
Or maybe a new location next weekend.
Day tripper yeah
Got a good reason for taking the easy way out
Got a good reason for taking the easy way out now
She was a day tripper, one way ticket yeah
It took me so long to find out, I found out
She's a big teaser, she took me half the way there
She's a big teaser, she took me half the way there now
She was a day tripper, one way ticket yeah
It took me so long to find out, I found out
Tried to please her, she only played one night stands
Tried to please her, she only played one night stands now
She was a day tripper, Sunday driver yeah
It took me so long to find out, I found out
Day tripper
Day tripper yeah
Day tripper
Day tripper yeah...
OK, these lyrics have absolutely nothing to do with anything except that they reference daytripping and Sunday... and that it's a pretty good Beatles tune.
So, as may be gathered, Sunday we took a daytrip, out to Newport. I've always liked Newport, as had Molly, and I hadn't been in some time. So, on a whim that was cast Saturday afternoon, on Sunday morning we hit the road, 95 East.
A little traffic around New London, a nice old Packard in the next lane, a couple angry lesbians trying to run a casino bus off the road, but otherwise a smooth sail. Got to Wyoming... yeah, that's in RI, and discovered a Tim Horton's. Mmm... Ice Coffee and TimBits. Definitely a good omen.
Ice Coffee in the cup holder, we arrive in Newport. The weather is beautiful. The town is beautiful. What more can we want? A bit of shopping, some skee-ball, a delicious lunch, a but more window shopping, a donut scented air freshener which reads "Police are my favorite people", what more can one want?
To go back and do it all again.
Or maybe a new location next weekend.
Day tripper yeah
02 August 2006
What the crumb is the Heat Index?!?
Archived MySpace blog
Whatever it is... it's 115.
115?!? I'm assuming that's degrees Fahrenheit.
A little research tells me the Heat Index similar to a Wind Chill Factor, except it relates to humidity instead of wind.
So... its 100 degrees here... not precisely typical for New England in the first week of August. Global warming anyone? And the Heat Index is 115... or as your friendly weatherman (Weatherperson? Blackuweather Meteorologist for all you Family Guy fans) would tell you, it "feels like 115".
Translation, 100 degrees, with a dew point of 75 degrees, makes it humid enough that those 100 degrees are as oppressive as 115 degrees of nice Arizona dry heat.
Or... to put it really simply...
It's hot, sticky, and gross here!
Whatever it is... it's 115.
115?!? I'm assuming that's degrees Fahrenheit.
A little research tells me the Heat Index similar to a Wind Chill Factor, except it relates to humidity instead of wind.
So... its 100 degrees here... not precisely typical for New England in the first week of August. Global warming anyone? And the Heat Index is 115... or as your friendly weatherman (Weatherperson? Blackuweather Meteorologist for all you Family Guy fans) would tell you, it "feels like 115".
Translation, 100 degrees, with a dew point of 75 degrees, makes it humid enough that those 100 degrees are as oppressive as 115 degrees of nice Arizona dry heat.
Or... to put it really simply...
It's hot, sticky, and gross here!
An observation
Archived MySpace blog
Current mood: amused
Category: Blogging
Another of those things you can only see at the Court...
Outfit for the day: Short shorts, sleeveless t-shirt, Adidas shell-toes, and one black sock.
Why one black sock? Because in her infinite genius, our friend thought that a black sock was the best way to obscure the house-arrest electronic monitoring ankle bracelet.
Obviously, it doesn't. Now not only is it obvious to everyone that she's on house arrest, but she looks like a fashion victim, too. Then again, short-shorts?!? Yeah, she's probably quite the fashion victim when she's not under house arrest.
Such is my observation for the day.
Current mood: amused
Category: Blogging
Another of those things you can only see at the Court...
Outfit for the day: Short shorts, sleeveless t-shirt, Adidas shell-toes, and one black sock.
Why one black sock? Because in her infinite genius, our friend thought that a black sock was the best way to obscure the house-arrest electronic monitoring ankle bracelet.
Obviously, it doesn't. Now not only is it obvious to everyone that she's on house arrest, but she looks like a fashion victim, too. Then again, short-shorts?!? Yeah, she's probably quite the fashion victim when she's not under house arrest.
Such is my observation for the day.
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