Give me thy wisdom

Do you agree with me that you can't have a non-sequiter as an opening statement? It would have to follow something else to make it a non-sequiter right?

I'm sorry if this is too much thinking.

The Dutch Oven

In the same vein as Jeff asking questions but never providing the answer: does anyone know why a dutch oven is so named? Please let me know your theories.

Ladies, we can now rest easy

Link to full 3 minute video below





http://video.yahoo.com/video/play?ei=UTF-8&b=4&vid=1937988&gid=3442582

On the brighter side of life

Here are the positives that can come out of this move:

1. We saw a frosty-the-tiger GRRREAT place last night.
2. It's about 100 feet away from The Farm.
3. The red tin is bound to re-appear at some point in the stages of moving, right?
4. No CRAZY landlady anymore.
   

Out damn spot!

Ater all this time, I can't believe I never blogged about the crazy landlady. So many good stories, but most of you probably already know them.

But last night, we were served notice.

That's right. As we were showing our superbowl guests out [smoking a cigarette], Crazy Wendy came up to us and informed us that she wasn't renewing our lease.

Why you ask? So did we.

a) We smoke. In the back of the garden as agreed to with Crazy Wendy.
b) We don't do enough to upkeep the garden. In the dead of winter. With snow on the ground.
c) We don't check the communal mailbox often enough.
d) It's just not working out.

So, we leave in 2 weeks for a glorious 2 week holiday. Come back. And have to be out 2 weeks later. Good times!

The real sucky part is that I love this apartment.

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Sometimes I like to write letters #2

Dear Amtrak,

I'm writing to let you know of my displeasure (and that of others seated around me) during a train ride I took on Amtrak the other day from Hudson to NYC.

It appears that someone made the most unwise decision to close down the bar car on this train several months ago. I was therefore forced to sit in my seat, and with nothing to do, I fell asleep. And snored. Really loudly. The whole way home. And really annoyed a lot of people.

Had the bar car been open, none of this would have happened. Because I would have been there drinking. I can't imagine that this decision was made with cost savings in mind given how badly you rip everyone off for these products.

I demand that you open the car again last week. If you do not, I might not be able to go visit my friends anymore.

Thank you.

Burleque is born

An amusing series of wrong word speak over bacon butties this morning resulted in a new venture for Adam and I.

I was trying to remember what Dita von Teese's "career" was and then there was some words that were hard.

And then "Burleque" was born.

Barbecue served to people while they watch burlesque dancers.

And we're calling it Adam's Rib.

Burleque b*tches!