Thursday, December 31, 2009
Friday, December 25, 2009
"Rat Droppings Found At Airport Food Establishments"
When a busy traveler grabs a sandwich or has a sit-down meal at the airport, he or she should think twice.
US Today reviewed the food safety reports at airport restaurants and found hundreds of food safety violations.
Among them -- sandwiches were stored in refrigerators warmer than they should be, raw meat was contaminating ready-to-eat foods and rat droppings were found in establishments.
I personally worked at the Atlanta Airport a few years ago and know for a fact it is infested with rats. Big critters, too. The size of cats.
Caveat emptor, eh?
US Today reviewed the food safety reports at airport restaurants and found hundreds of food safety violations.
Among them -- sandwiches were stored in refrigerators warmer than they should be, raw meat was contaminating ready-to-eat foods and rat droppings were found in establishments.
I personally worked at the Atlanta Airport a few years ago and know for a fact it is infested with rats. Big critters, too. The size of cats.
Caveat emptor, eh?
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
"Dominos Changes Pizza"
I ate many Dominos pizzas especially when the kids were younger. 30 minutes or less and all that.
And then came Papa Johns, Cici's, etc. With the economy in the tank pizza delivery sales are down 6%.
Dominos is fighting back and not only because of sluggish sales. Seems its pizza is last in taste tests. So in celebration of its 50 years in business, the company is introducing a new better-tasting pizza.
And for a one topping pizza at $5.99 who can resist?
And then came Papa Johns, Cici's, etc. With the economy in the tank pizza delivery sales are down 6%.
Dominos is fighting back and not only because of sluggish sales. Seems its pizza is last in taste tests. So in celebration of its 50 years in business, the company is introducing a new better-tasting pizza.
And for a one topping pizza at $5.99 who can resist?
Saturday, December 12, 2009
"Lucy, What Happened?"
My blog has lay dormant for a few weeks now. A lot of stuff has happened which has turned my world upside down. Life can sometimes be a bitch.
I did talk to hoots the other day and found him to be enjoying his retirement even tho' he's still working.
So it's time to resurrect Golden Pond. After a brief hiatus.
Full speed ahead; damn the torpedos.
I did talk to hoots the other day and found him to be enjoying his retirement even tho' he's still working.
So it's time to resurrect Golden Pond. After a brief hiatus.
Full speed ahead; damn the torpedos.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
"No Tip=Slammer Time"
Ever receive bad service while dining? We all have, right? So do you not leave a tip? Complain to the management? I've certainly fielded a few complaints in that regard. But I never called the police and had the complainees put in the slammer.
Here is the story:
"Nobody, nobody wants to be forced to pay a tip or be arrested for terrible service," Leslie Pope said when her happy hour ended in handcuffs.
Pope and John Wagner were hauled away by police and charged with theft for not paying the mandatory 18 percent gratuity totaling $16 after eating at the Lehigh Pub in Bethlehem, Pa. with six friends.
Pope claimed that they had to wait nearly an hour for their order and that she had to get napkins and silverware for the table herself.
Here is the story:
"Nobody, nobody wants to be forced to pay a tip or be arrested for terrible service," Leslie Pope said when her happy hour ended in handcuffs.
Pope and John Wagner were hauled away by police and charged with theft for not paying the mandatory 18 percent gratuity totaling $16 after eating at the Lehigh Pub in Bethlehem, Pa. with six friends.
Pope claimed that they had to wait nearly an hour for their order and that she had to get napkins and silverware for the table herself.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
"The Bird is the Word!"
Society has gone mad-beserk. More evidence as Tennessee Titans owner shoots the bird to the opposing Buffalo Bills fans. And gets fined $250,000. Must be nice to have that kind of dough lying around.
The 86-year-old Adams issued an apology a couple of hours later, saying he got caught up in the excitement of the moment.
Can anyone spell dementia?
The 86-year-old Adams issued an apology a couple of hours later, saying he got caught up in the excitement of the moment.
Can anyone spell dementia?
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
"The Largest Car Company in the World" or "Synchronicity"
If you scroll down one more post or foray, you-the reader-will notice a post or foray I wrote 5 years ago. About a vw bug I drove back in the day of wine and roses. An excerpt:
The bug was my vehicle of choice-not by design, mind you-but because we were somewhat lacking in funds. The family had bypassed the Big 3 who cranked out those huge, gas guzzlers back in the day-and yes, the precursor to global warming-and settled instead for the economical and thrifty product from Germany with the motor in the back, of all places. Gas was around 25 cents a gallon, and you could go approx. 250 miles on a tank of gas. Do the math, eh? 25 X 10 [ that's how many she would hold ] and voila: $2.50 to go 250 miles. And she purred on regular petrol- Ethyl be damned.
While perusing the internet tonite I came across an interesting article. Toyota is not the largest car manufacturer in the world. The title now belongs to Volkswagen. Who would ever have thunk it? I was always a legend in my own mind and way before my time.
The people want an empire, apparently, with that unassuming little black VW bug at the head of it.
The U.K.’s Guardian explains, "Volkswagen-Porsche has overtaken Toyota to become the world's largest car manufacturer as the German group benefits from state-backed stimulus packages around the globe." VW has "produced 4.4 million vehicles so far this year, outstripping its Japanese rival which has seen four million cars roll off production lines since January."
The bug was my vehicle of choice-not by design, mind you-but because we were somewhat lacking in funds. The family had bypassed the Big 3 who cranked out those huge, gas guzzlers back in the day-and yes, the precursor to global warming-and settled instead for the economical and thrifty product from Germany with the motor in the back, of all places. Gas was around 25 cents a gallon, and you could go approx. 250 miles on a tank of gas. Do the math, eh? 25 X 10 [ that's how many she would hold ] and voila: $2.50 to go 250 miles. And she purred on regular petrol- Ethyl be damned.
While perusing the internet tonite I came across an interesting article. Toyota is not the largest car manufacturer in the world. The title now belongs to Volkswagen. Who would ever have thunk it? I was always a legend in my own mind and way before my time.
The people want an empire, apparently, with that unassuming little black VW bug at the head of it.
The U.K.’s Guardian explains, "Volkswagen-Porsche has overtaken Toyota to become the world's largest car manufacturer as the German group benefits from state-backed stimulus packages around the globe." VW has "produced 4.4 million vehicles so far this year, outstripping its Japanese rival which has seen four million cars roll off production lines since January."
"Truck U"
I didn't have anything better to do, so for whatever reason, I decided to peruse some of my old stuff ( circa 2004 ) and came across this one. I don't want to toot my horn too loud, but I thought this one was pretty good. So here it is.
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
Truck U
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck.
The day the music died.
I was going to Rowdy U and it would be my first time away from home. I might have been a broncin' buck but I did not have a pickup truck- no rifle, no rifle holder- just a VW bug.
The bug was my vehicle of choice-not by design, mind you-but because we were somewhat lacking in funds. The family had bypassed the Big 3 who cranked out those huge, gas guzzlers back in the day-and yes, the precursor to global warming-and settled instead for the economical and thrifty product from Germany with the motor in the back, of all places. Gas was around 25 cents a gallon, and you could go approx. 250 miles on a tank of gas. Do the math, eh? 25 X 10 [ that's how many she would hold ] and voila: $2.50 to go 250 miles. And she purred on regular petrol- Ethyl be damned.
That was one of the secrets to good gas mileage. The damn thing could barely get up to 70 mph. Sometimes 75, if you were going down a steep hill, and you and any other passengers were leaning forward towards the windshield. Added inertia or something like that. And this was pre-Energy crisis, so the speed limit was 70. And just like today, nobody went the speed limit. More like 80, 90, 100-just like today-some things never change.
So if you wanted to pass someone-which was rare in a bug-you had better put the petal, er, pedal to the metal, cos you might get blown off the road. And normally mild-mannered folks would roll down their windows and shout the nastiest of epitaphs my way. And many a time, I was a recipent of the infamous middle finger.
"Get that piece of shit off the roads!" would be the normal response.
And it was one of the kinder/gentler messages yours truly received.
"Hey, you piece of dog shit. You're puttin' the American worker [ i.e. Big 3 ] outta work when you buy imported shit from overseas."
Well, I was rowdy back then and I'd engage a conversation with my attackers-albeit briefly-as they were zooming by.
"We can't afford a Big 3 car, you bastards. Truck U."
And that was my destination. Truck U.- College, here I come. Driving a bug from Germany and heading for the bright lights of higher education.
After being insulted-"Hey, does that funny looking car have a motor, fart face?"- heckled, and abused throughout my journey, I pulled into the parking lot of Payne Hall. I was a freshman-more abuse was on the horizon-and couldn't park in the dorm's lot-just unload; it was reserved for upperclassmen. The plebeians had to park in the Siberian section of campus and walk a coppola miles back to our fraternal domicile.
My buddy, Keith, would be my roomie. We had gone to Rowdy High together and had become best friends. He had arrived a day or two before me and had picked the lower bunk leaving me the top.
"But, Keith, I have vertigo. And I sleepwalk. And I might fall on you during a fitful nights sleep."
I don't think I used words like fitful back in the day. It was more like:
"I ain't sleepin' on the top bunk, you piece of horse shit. Just because you got here first don't mean shit."
Keith would simulate playing a violin. And unless I wanted to "kick his ass" the arrangements had been chiseled in stone.
Keith was my best friend. He helped initiate my entry into the wonderful world of smoking. Fags, as we called them in those days, were 25 cents a pack, allah petrol. He was carrying on a family tradition-both his dad and mom smoked- and, me, wanting to be Kool and the Gang, began the long, arduous road to addiction. Thanks, Keith. Especially if you're reading this.
He also introduced me into the wonderful world of soft porn in the downtown district of Golden Pond. Remember, we were teenage broncin' bucks and tho "the times they were a'changing," they weren't changing fast enough for us.
These movies today would be rated "R" for Rowdy, er, risque, but in those medieval times,[ back in tha day ] they were the best things going for horny teens with accelerated ragin' hormones. Sure our shoes would stick to the floor as we made our way to our seats. Shirley, it was a few cokes that had been spilled accidentally. But we could never be sure so I could never bring myself to buy any popcorn or candy.
To enter the emporium, the patron was supposed to be 18. We were 16 and looked like we were 14 at the max, but the ticket taker never discriminated and we were always allowed in. Keith became obsessed with perusing the flicks of Golden Pond's adult cinema. A frequent customer, but I did go with him many a time.
We saw movies like "The Lustful Turk" which was filmed-believe it or not- in technicolor. Most belonged to the black and white genre. Most of the participants, er, actors smoked grass and took off their clothes. We got to see a lot of T & A, and would rejoice-titillated is more like it-if we got to see some bush, er, pubic hair.
Most of the plots were bizarre, if they even had a plot. But we didn't care. We just wanted to see women naked. [ if offended, please see the opening paragraph ]
Which means we've come full cycle. And a good stopping place for part one of Truck U.
Farewell and adieu, v.c.
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
Truck U
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck.
The day the music died.
I was going to Rowdy U and it would be my first time away from home. I might have been a broncin' buck but I did not have a pickup truck- no rifle, no rifle holder- just a VW bug.
The bug was my vehicle of choice-not by design, mind you-but because we were somewhat lacking in funds. The family had bypassed the Big 3 who cranked out those huge, gas guzzlers back in the day-and yes, the precursor to global warming-and settled instead for the economical and thrifty product from Germany with the motor in the back, of all places. Gas was around 25 cents a gallon, and you could go approx. 250 miles on a tank of gas. Do the math, eh? 25 X 10 [ that's how many she would hold ] and voila: $2.50 to go 250 miles. And she purred on regular petrol- Ethyl be damned.
That was one of the secrets to good gas mileage. The damn thing could barely get up to 70 mph. Sometimes 75, if you were going down a steep hill, and you and any other passengers were leaning forward towards the windshield. Added inertia or something like that. And this was pre-Energy crisis, so the speed limit was 70. And just like today, nobody went the speed limit. More like 80, 90, 100-just like today-some things never change.
So if you wanted to pass someone-which was rare in a bug-you had better put the petal, er, pedal to the metal, cos you might get blown off the road. And normally mild-mannered folks would roll down their windows and shout the nastiest of epitaphs my way. And many a time, I was a recipent of the infamous middle finger.
"Get that piece of shit off the roads!" would be the normal response.
And it was one of the kinder/gentler messages yours truly received.
"Hey, you piece of dog shit. You're puttin' the American worker [ i.e. Big 3 ] outta work when you buy imported shit from overseas."
Well, I was rowdy back then and I'd engage a conversation with my attackers-albeit briefly-as they were zooming by.
"We can't afford a Big 3 car, you bastards. Truck U."
And that was my destination. Truck U.- College, here I come. Driving a bug from Germany and heading for the bright lights of higher education.
After being insulted-"Hey, does that funny looking car have a motor, fart face?"- heckled, and abused throughout my journey, I pulled into the parking lot of Payne Hall. I was a freshman-more abuse was on the horizon-and couldn't park in the dorm's lot-just unload; it was reserved for upperclassmen. The plebeians had to park in the Siberian section of campus and walk a coppola miles back to our fraternal domicile.
My buddy, Keith, would be my roomie. We had gone to Rowdy High together and had become best friends. He had arrived a day or two before me and had picked the lower bunk leaving me the top.
"But, Keith, I have vertigo. And I sleepwalk. And I might fall on you during a fitful nights sleep."
I don't think I used words like fitful back in the day. It was more like:
"I ain't sleepin' on the top bunk, you piece of horse shit. Just because you got here first don't mean shit."
Keith would simulate playing a violin. And unless I wanted to "kick his ass" the arrangements had been chiseled in stone.
Keith was my best friend. He helped initiate my entry into the wonderful world of smoking. Fags, as we called them in those days, were 25 cents a pack, allah petrol. He was carrying on a family tradition-both his dad and mom smoked- and, me, wanting to be Kool and the Gang, began the long, arduous road to addiction. Thanks, Keith. Especially if you're reading this.
He also introduced me into the wonderful world of soft porn in the downtown district of Golden Pond. Remember, we were teenage broncin' bucks and tho "the times they were a'changing," they weren't changing fast enough for us.
These movies today would be rated "R" for Rowdy, er, risque, but in those medieval times,[ back in tha day ] they were the best things going for horny teens with accelerated ragin' hormones. Sure our shoes would stick to the floor as we made our way to our seats. Shirley, it was a few cokes that had been spilled accidentally. But we could never be sure so I could never bring myself to buy any popcorn or candy.
To enter the emporium, the patron was supposed to be 18. We were 16 and looked like we were 14 at the max, but the ticket taker never discriminated and we were always allowed in. Keith became obsessed with perusing the flicks of Golden Pond's adult cinema. A frequent customer, but I did go with him many a time.
We saw movies like "The Lustful Turk" which was filmed-believe it or not- in technicolor. Most belonged to the black and white genre. Most of the participants, er, actors smoked grass and took off their clothes. We got to see a lot of T & A, and would rejoice-titillated is more like it-if we got to see some bush, er, pubic hair.
Most of the plots were bizarre, if they even had a plot. But we didn't care. We just wanted to see women naked. [ if offended, please see the opening paragraph ]
Which means we've come full cycle. And a good stopping place for part one of Truck U.
Farewell and adieu, v.c.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
It’s not a good sign when it takes you nearly 5 seconds to spit out the name of your breakfast"
Slideshow: the 20 worst breakfasts!
3. Worst Drive-Thru Breakfast
McDonald’s Deluxe Breakfast with margarine and Syrup
1370 calories
64.5 g fat (21.5 g saturated)
2,335 mg sodium
161 g carbohydrates
Does this really look like a breakfast for one person? Of course not. That’s why this is the worst fast-food breakfast in America by an unhealthy margin. The fact that this breakfast is 210 calories worse than McDonald’s Large Triple Thick Chocolate Milkshake tells you everything you need to know. Carbohydrate-based breakfasts are the scourge of healthy eating habits and a hard-working metabolism, and this one platter packs more cheap carbs than you’d get from 11 slices of Wonder Bread. Unless you’re ordering yogurt, breakfast at McDonald’s shouldn’t require utensils.
3. Worst Drive-Thru Breakfast
McDonald’s Deluxe Breakfast with margarine and Syrup
1370 calories
64.5 g fat (21.5 g saturated)
2,335 mg sodium
161 g carbohydrates
Does this really look like a breakfast for one person? Of course not. That’s why this is the worst fast-food breakfast in America by an unhealthy margin. The fact that this breakfast is 210 calories worse than McDonald’s Large Triple Thick Chocolate Milkshake tells you everything you need to know. Carbohydrate-based breakfasts are the scourge of healthy eating habits and a hard-working metabolism, and this one platter packs more cheap carbs than you’d get from 11 slices of Wonder Bread. Unless you’re ordering yogurt, breakfast at McDonald’s shouldn’t require utensils.
Saturday, November 07, 2009
"How to Eat a Chicken Wing"
How to properly eat a chicken wing. A chicken wing snob will demonstrate via the video.
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
"Scrum"
Not sure when the word "scrum" first eased its way onto the landscape. And dictionary.com didn't give me a good definition-something about a play in rugby. We're talking football here. American football.
Long story short! Scrum: ( my definition ) When 6 or more football players from each team end up in a heap on the ground-normally in pursuit of a running back or a loose ball, aka fumble.
This word came into vogue in the new millennium. And all football announcers use the term. I don't like it, of course, cos I'm from the old skool. lol!
I just can't see Curt Gowdy or Pat Summeral saying that back in the 60's, 70's etc.
"Who's got the ball, Pat?"
"It's somewhere in the scrum, Curt!"
Nah!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway. tonite's tale involves a scrum. And how embarrassing for the player. It's a short clip:
You may see players in the same uniform run into each other or accidentally trip someone or inadvertently bring someone down in a scrum, but I can't remember ever seeing a guy seek out his teammate and bring him down like McIver did.
P.S. Evidently, the umpire made a racist comment towards a player. My Japanese is a little rusty so ....
Long story short! Scrum: ( my definition ) When 6 or more football players from each team end up in a heap on the ground-normally in pursuit of a running back or a loose ball, aka fumble.
This word came into vogue in the new millennium. And all football announcers use the term. I don't like it, of course, cos I'm from the old skool. lol!
I just can't see Curt Gowdy or Pat Summeral saying that back in the 60's, 70's etc.
"Who's got the ball, Pat?"
"It's somewhere in the scrum, Curt!"
Nah!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway. tonite's tale involves a scrum. And how embarrassing for the player. It's a short clip:
You may see players in the same uniform run into each other or accidentally trip someone or inadvertently bring someone down in a scrum, but I can't remember ever seeing a guy seek out his teammate and bring him down like McIver did.
P.S. Evidently, the umpire made a racist comment towards a player. My Japanese is a little rusty so ....
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
"Have You Ever Seen a Ghost?"
Hi vietnamcatfish!
It's that creepy time of year again and behind every cauldron in the Kingdom lurks a new game with a spooky twist, an old favourite with a Halloween flavour or a Treasure Quest with a supernatural theme.
For you to play now...
$7,000.00 Halloween Treasure Quest!
The three games in this terrifying quest are:
Hex Combo, Midas Miner Halloween Edition and Graceful Jewels
PLAY NOW
When I received the email from King.com the heading asked "Have you ever seen a ghost?"
I have never seen a ghost but know people who have:
My darling liberal sister has.
Her darling kids ( one liberal and one conservative ) have seen ghosts.
My kooky cousins have.
Even my conservative dyed-in-the-wool mother has. This being a shocker when announced, but she swears to this day she saw her dad at the end of her bed. He appeared one night shortly after her husband died-my stepfather-circa 1992. She was understandably distraught and yada yada yada.
And actors in those b/w thrillers from the 50's and early 60's saw 'em too.
But, alas, I never have. And, quite frankly, not sure if I want to.
The question is to you-dear reader-have you ever seen a ghost?
It's that creepy time of year again and behind every cauldron in the Kingdom lurks a new game with a spooky twist, an old favourite with a Halloween flavour or a Treasure Quest with a supernatural theme.
For you to play now...
$7,000.00 Halloween Treasure Quest!
The three games in this terrifying quest are:
Hex Combo, Midas Miner Halloween Edition and Graceful Jewels
PLAY NOW
When I received the email from King.com the heading asked "Have you ever seen a ghost?"
I have never seen a ghost but know people who have:
My darling liberal sister has.
Her darling kids ( one liberal and one conservative ) have seen ghosts.
My kooky cousins have.
Even my conservative dyed-in-the-wool mother has. This being a shocker when announced, but she swears to this day she saw her dad at the end of her bed. He appeared one night shortly after her husband died-my stepfather-circa 1992. She was understandably distraught and yada yada yada.
And actors in those b/w thrillers from the 50's and early 60's saw 'em too.
But, alas, I never have. And, quite frankly, not sure if I want to.
The question is to you-dear reader-have you ever seen a ghost?
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
" Dallas police ticketed 39 drivers in 3 years for not speaking English"
This is one for the books. Book 'em Dano!
Friday, October 23, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Friday, October 09, 2009
"Whatever"
So, you know, it is what it is, but Americans are totally annoyed by the use of "whatever" in conversations.
The popular slacker term of indifference was found "most annoying in conversation" by 47 percent of Americans surveyed in a Marist College poll released Wednesday.
"Whatever" easily beat out "you know," which especially grated a quarter of respondents. The other annoying contenders were "anyway" (at 7 percent), "it is what it is" (11 percent) and "at the end of the day" (2 percent).
Whatever?
The popular slacker term of indifference was found "most annoying in conversation" by 47 percent of Americans surveyed in a Marist College poll released Wednesday.
"Whatever" easily beat out "you know," which especially grated a quarter of respondents. The other annoying contenders were "anyway" (at 7 percent), "it is what it is" (11 percent) and "at the end of the day" (2 percent).
Whatever?
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
"X-Rated Man Stories"
These are just too funny. Thanks to ibbq4u2 who sent them my way.
Man Stories
1.. I was walking through the cemetery this morning and saw a guy
crouching down behind a tombstone. I said "morning." He said "no just taking a
shit".
2. When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bike. Then I
realized that the Lord doesn't work that way, so I stole a bike and asked him to
forgive me.
3. My girlfriend was in labor with our first child. She was shouting out
"get this out of me? Give me the drugs." She looked at me and said, "You did
this to me you bastard!" I casually replied, "If you would care to remember,
I wanted to stick it up your ass but you said, "it'll be too painful."
4. I went to an extremely attractive female doctor today for my annual
checkup. She told me that I had to quit masturbating. I asked why and
she told me, "because I am trying to examine you."
5. I was walking down the road today and saw my Afghani neighbor,
Abdul, standing on his fifth floor apartment balcony shaking a carpet.
I shouted up to him, "What's up Abdul, won't it start?"
6. My girlfriend and I were making love last night when she looked up at
me and said "Make love to me like in the movies". So I turned her over on
all fours, stuck it in her ass, pulled out, flipped her back over and came
all over her face and hair. I guess we don't watch the same movies.
Man Stories
1.. I was walking through the cemetery this morning and saw a guy
crouching down behind a tombstone. I said "morning." He said "no just taking a
shit".
2. When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bike. Then I
realized that the Lord doesn't work that way, so I stole a bike and asked him to
forgive me.
3. My girlfriend was in labor with our first child. She was shouting out
"get this out of me? Give me the drugs." She looked at me and said, "You did
this to me you bastard!" I casually replied, "If you would care to remember,
I wanted to stick it up your ass but you said, "it'll be too painful."
4. I went to an extremely attractive female doctor today for my annual
checkup. She told me that I had to quit masturbating. I asked why and
she told me, "because I am trying to examine you."
5. I was walking down the road today and saw my Afghani neighbor,
Abdul, standing on his fifth floor apartment balcony shaking a carpet.
I shouted up to him, "What's up Abdul, won't it start?"
6. My girlfriend and I were making love last night when she looked up at
me and said "Make love to me like in the movies". So I turned her over on
all fours, stuck it in her ass, pulled out, flipped her back over and came
all over her face and hair. I guess we don't watch the same movies.
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