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Friday, November 28, 2003
HEL-LLLLOOOOO!!!!
| I am so excited, it's not funny.
Jerry Seinfeld is coming to town. What is this world coming to? I can't believe it. First, Melissa Etheridge brings her Live...and Alone tour to the SPAC. Then, Cher makes a pit-stop on her farewell tour at the Soveriegn Center. Godsmack will be playing there tomorrow, as well. And now, Jerry Seinfeld is coming to the SPAC! This is craziness! Rest assured that I will be sitting at this very keyboard come 10 am tomorrow morining, ready to log on to Ticketmaster and get me some tickets. Needless to say, if I don't get tickets to this show, I shall be very "put out." It's gold, Jerry. Gold. [You will all be glad to know, I was able to acquire some tickets for the show--alas, not enough for all, but some.] ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 12:02:00 AM |
Thursday, November 20, 2003
I WOULD NAME HER ROCK AND ROLL
 I can't get enough of this song: The Seed (2.0).
[Link removed...you snooze, you lose, folks.] It is on this album: Phrenology by The Roots. Go buy it. Now. It's FUNK-A-DELIC. ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 11:32:00 PM |
Tuesday, November 18, 2003
DEELISH
 I was in Philly this past weekend for Tony Amonte Bobblehead Night at the Flyers game. It was fantastic fun, and I had the opportunity to experience two new taste sensations during the visit to the city.
#1: Just when you think the food at McCrossen's can't get any better, they go and add the Tuna & Scallop Burger to the menu. Oh. My. God. This is fantastic. It is amazing. I could have eaten a dozen of them. Delicious. #2: At the game, we (of course) made a few stops at the Red Bell Brewery & Pub, which happened to be just outside of our section of seating. It was then that we came across the utterly amazing Black Cherry Stout that is on tap. When my friend Brian said that if McCrossen's had the Black Cherry Stout on tap, it was conceivable that he wouldn't ever drink Guinness again, I laughed out loud. Bri is as big a Guinness drinker as yours truly, if not a bigger one. I can now safely say that if ANYWHERE around here served the Black Cherry Stout, I would forsake Guinness forever. It's THATgood. ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 11:04:00 PM |
IN HONOR OF OUR IMPENDING THANKSGIVING...
| I shall first say that I am ecstatic that at least one Supreme Court somewhere in this country has finally come to its senses. For that, I am thankful.
Secondly, as Thanksgiving is rapidly approaching, let me tell one of the FUNNIEST turkey-related stories I have ever heard. Important Pre-Story Fact: My bestest friend in the whole world, The Suz, has gone through a wonderful transformation over the course of the last year and a half, in the fact that she has lost over 70 pounds. Her whole new attitude towards life and food plays a crucial part in this story. So, it was a few weeks ago when The Suz says to me, "Did I tell you what happened to me today on my way home from work?" Of course, I replied that she had not. What is about to follow is her story. The Suz had had an extra long day at work, and so, had not gotten an opportunity to eat the homemade turkey burger that her kind mother had made for her to accomodate her new ways of eating healthy, which she had packed in her lunch that day. So, being the starved skinny girl that she is, she was eating her burger on her drive home in the car. All was well as she happily chomped away on the burger. That is until... ...she suddenly bit into something HARD in the burger. Like, really hard. After almost driving off the road because of the surprise, she spit the offending "bit" into the palm of her hand for further inspection. Small in size, and covered in turkey, she was unable to make an identification while driving. Pulling off at a gas station, she cleaned off the "bit" to find that it had a metallic appearance, and resembled, as she described it, a bullet. A bullet! [Note: It was at this point in the story that I almost peed my pants.] She then went on to explain that of course, upon seeing this "bullet" in her turkey burger, she immediately began to have wild scenarios of how the bullet had found its way into her ground turkey running through her mind. Certainly, the first thought that anyone would have is the same one that she had: that someone at the turkey plant had committed some sort of heinous crime and was attempting to hide evidence in the ground turkey products. *head slap* [Note: By this point I think I HAD peed my pants laughing.] She took the "bullet" and sealed it in the Ziploc bag that she had carried her lunch in, in an attempt to "preserve the evidence." She quickly drove the rest of the way home to find her mother who had made the turkey burgers to begin with. She related the story to her mother, who, in between fits of hysterical laughter, said, "I think I may know what it is! Let me see it..." [Note: I think this is where her mom peed in her pants.] Her mother returned from the kitchen carrying the pepper mill. The top of the pepper mill that screws on to the handle that turns to grind the pepper had been missing for months. It is small, silver, and shaped like a bullet. Apparently, in her vigorous grinding of pepper into the turkey meat while preparing the burgers, she became a bit over-zealous, to the point of the top of the pepper mill popping right off and falling into the burger meat, unnoticed. The burgers were placed into the freezer for future consumption. And so, there it remained, frozen in time--and in meat--just waiting to be found one day, with one swift bite on the Pricetown Road. Happy Early Turkey Day, everyone. ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 10:50:00 PM |
Thursday, November 13, 2003
COULD WE BE SEPARATED AT BIRTH?
It's possible...
 except for the fact that she is a short, skinny girl of Cuban descent who is 3 years younger than I am.
[Editor's note: The term "short" is in no way used in a negative sense; it is merely a word of comparison meant to illustrate the vast difference in height between Zam, and a giantess like myself.] (Happy now, Zam???) That kind of says, "Nope," to me. Nonetheless, it is highly possible that we share a brain, even though we live half a country apart. It's freaky weird how similarly we think, at times. Anyway, the point is this: PDawg and Zam have been bandying about the notion of starting a team blog. Yes, you heard right--a TEAM blog. That means you will get twice the humor, twice the wit, and twice the sarcasm, all for the same low low price of...zero! You can't beat that! So, stay tuned to both of our sites for future notice of the Blog-in-Development.  By the way, any suggestions for names? I'm stuck on the Chang and Eng theme.
¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 10:17:00 PM |
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
SWEET GEORGIA WHO??
 I am sitting here with ESPN on my TV, wondering what the hell has happened to the team that was once the Harlem Globetrotters.
The Harlem Globetrotters used to be a wonderfully amazing thing for me as a kid. Coming from a big basketball family, these dudes were truly magicians on the court. I loved any opportunity I got to watch them play. The first few whistled notes of "Sweet Georgia Brown" could conjure up images in my mind in a split second... There were guys who could spin basketballs on their fingers, skulls, feet--you name it. They could "thread the needle" and pass like no others I had ever seen. Basketballs seemed to have minds of their own, travelling up one arm, behind the neck and down the other arm, only to come to a rest in the palm of the guy's hand. Sometimes it looked like they had those basketballs on strings, they could do such amazing tricks with them. They never lost a game. Those Washington Generals could NEVER seem to defeat the Globetrotters. They had some kind of crazy win streak that was like 25 years, and yet the Generals kept coming back for more humiliation. And I DO mean humiliation. (After all, with names like "Curly," "Reece," and "Meadowlark," the Globetrotters needed to be able to "walk the walk," so to speak...) Let's not forget that they got seriously spanked by the Globetrotters virtually every time they played. And, as if being beaten wasn't humiliation enough, they also had all the little "pranks" that they would pull during the course of the game to entertain the crowd, and make the Generals and the officials look like asses. My favorite was the "bucket of confetti/bucket of water" trick. A Globetrotter would fake out a person in the crowd by threatening to throw what appeared to be a bucket of water on him or her. Of course, after several minutes of hyping up the "bucket" it would turn out to be filled with confetti. The trick would be applied again to the ref, who would play along and pretend to be unafraid--having seen the confetti version earlier--only to be doused with a (gasp!) real bucket of water. Crowd participation was huge, too, with these guys. I would love it when they would pull a little kid from the crowd, bring him or her out onto the court, stand him or her at the foul line with a basketball in hand, and say, "We want you to make a basket..." Then they would turn said tyke around 180° and say, "Down THERE," and point at the hoop at the opposite end of the court. The look on the kid's face was always priceless. *sigh* Good times. So, anyway, my point is, what the hell has happened to those days? Where have all the Globetrotters gone? Tonight, ESPN was televising the 'Trotter's game v. Syracuse University, the defending national champs. The Globetrotters beat the Orangemen, as would be expected, but what was definitely not expected was the lack of any entertaining whatsoever on the part of the contingent from Harlem. I may as well have been watching Syracuse play UConn, because there was no difference. Isn't the whole point of watching a Globetrotter game to see the shenanigans and tom foolery that goes on? After all, isn't that what got them the guest spots on "Scooby Doo, Where Are You?" and "Gilligan's Island"? What is this world coming to? ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 10:06:00 PM |
Thursday, November 06, 2003
HEY YOU GUYS!!!
| Ok, so I just found out that today is Blog It Forward Day.
Basically, it has been christened as such by fellow blogger, Buzz. Here's the concept of the whole thing in a nutshell: You have a blog. You have blogs that you read on a regular basis. You post about several of your favorite reads in an effort to get the word out about said favorites. You then drop a comment over at Buzz's to let everyone know that you "blogged it forward." Simple. So, here are my forward blogs...
Now, go. Check them out. Really. ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 9:43:00 PM |
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
HAIRY SITUATION
| I hate shaving my legs. It's the most annoying thing ever.
First of all, it's a pain in the ass. Secondly, I never have enough time in the morning during my shower to do a proper job of it. I always end up missing spots, or not shaving at all because I am rushed. I am not one of those hairy nature loving feminist-types who refuses to shave. No, I am simply the type who shaves when she has time. To remedy this situation, I am contemplating the purchase of a rechargeable electric razor. I think this would be a good option for me because of the ease with which I can use it. If I need to shave in a hurry, there it is, in its charger base for me to grab and quickly remove unsighly hair. Also, I don't have to be taking a shower to shave. It can be used wet or dry. Those are just some of my thoughts. Any of you girls out there have an opinion? Good thing? Bad thing? C'mon. Help a hairy sister out. ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 10:57:00 PM |
FROM THE HOME OFFICE IN WAHOO, NEBRASKA...
 Congratulations to David Letterman, who became a proud papa Monday.
The talk show host joked: "I don't know, maybe I shouldn't have done this. First thing I took him home and dangled him over the balcony," a reference to pop star Michael Jackson briefly dangling one of his children over a balcony. Typical Dave. ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 9:38:00 PM |
