winner winner chicken dinner

Holiday conversations with Mom, #116

On the phone, prior to Thanksgiving weekend

ME: Hi Mom.
MOM: Well, look who it is. I thought you forgot about us.
ME: I just talked to Dad last night. You were home.
MOM: Oh, well I was at church.
ME: That’s what he said.
MOM: Are you coming home for Thanksgiving?
ME: Yes, but I haven’t decided when yet. I need to bring the car home, but you guys have to be there to take me to pick up the rental car to get back here.
MOM: Don’t you have a way to get up here?
ME: Yes, I’m brining Nana’s car back, remember? So, I need a car to get back to DC.
MOM: Well, are you going to rent one or what?
ME: Yeah, but the closest one is at the airport, so I need a ride there the day that I go back.
MOM: Well, yeah.
ME: So if I come home on Thanksgiving, you’d have to give me a ride Friday morning when you leave for Lancaster.
MOM: We go away Friday morning…
ME: I know…
MOM: We go to the Postcard Show every year.
ME: I know, that’s what I was saying.
MOM: So we won’t be here.
ME: I understand
MOM: Do you want me to get Dad?
ME: Well, what time are you leaving?
MOM: We’re not going anywhere.
ME: No, I mean or the postcard show.
MOM: Well, Friday morning, I guess.
ME: Yeah but what time? First thing or like at Noon…
MOM: Sherwood!
ME: Mom, I just need to know what time…
MOM: We usually leave at around 9 am.
ME: That’s all I needed to know.
MOM: He’s outside, he’s coming in.
ME: He doesn’t need to…
MOM: You two can talk about it, because I’m not involved in this.
ME: Isn’t it your idea to go to this thing every year?
MOM: Well, yeah.
ME: So…
MOM: Here’s your Dad.
DAD: Hey.
ME: Hey. What do you do when you go to this Postcard show?
DAD: I sit in the car and read the paper while your Mom goes inside to look at stuff.
ME: Right. See you on Thanksgiving.
DAD: OK.

winner winner chicken dinner

G minor is the happiest of all the keys

ok, one more entry and then i really am going to shut this baby down. (its been a nice run and you can still find me at my email address on my info page).

I've been practicing with a new band and am hoping to finally release my CD this summer -- but on a personal note, I have finally lived the dream. Friday night in Baltimore, Glenn Tilbrook, he of Squeeze and my favorite songwriter to rip off left and right, yanked me on stage to play rhythm guitar on "Take Me, I'm Yours". I think I played some sort of weird octave crap while the band basically whipped into a frenzy to end the song (and the encore and the night). I leaned back farther than I thought possible (for maximum effect in rockin posture) and did more pete townsend windmills than was appropriate by any system of rockstar fantasy measurement. In the end, I received thanks from the entire band, including glen, as well as a post-song hug from his very very good looking female bass player.

Life is neat.
winner winner chicken dinner

nice shows finish last

the american version of "the office" was on bravo last night, first two episodes. this show will not survive. whereas the british version exhibited a mastery of tone and pacing to go along with its well-defined characters, the american version just seems to be teetering between two different feels, unable to decide if its should be a less tense version of its beautifully awkward british counterpart or a snappier, more crisp, more pronounced version with a few extra jokes, a few less pauses and "yeah, we know its deadpan but we secretly think its funny" vibe that arrested development has already cornered the market on. either one would be ok. trying to do both, as it feels like the show is stuck trying to do, will never work.

steve karrel, despite not having cracked a smile in about 6 years between his commercial and daily show work, just does not give you the assurance that he really is the office manager character that ricky gervais played to painful perfection as david brent. all the while you watch karrel, you can't help but think "look, he's trying to be funny". with gervais, you think "is this guy for real?" that uncertainly that its too funny / too awful to be true WAS the driving force of the british version. "i think that guy's serious." true, it may be to karrel's detriment that his face is more well-known than garvais's was the first time you saw it. but, in comedy, there's nothing sabotages humor more quickly than insincerity. david brent couldn't go two sentences without having to clarify or cover his ass and that made his character that much worse. he's still trying to be your friend and you might even fall for it one day. karrel is the guy you have no problem staying away from. bad karma for a lead character.

the american version is like a slightly nicer fella than the brit verz. watch it and you think "aw, how sweet. this show doesn't take itself too seriously."

and that, my friends, is what will kill it.
winner winner chicken dinner

next time, "invest" in lunch

everything was fine. i had my chicken sandwich with fries and a sprite. i was going to eat then leave without incident until the dude behind me, who ignores the rules of sentence structure and apparently insists on using no plurals whatsoever decided that he had a problem that everyone needed to know about.

EXCUSE ME, PLEASE! I ORDER THE FIVE CHICKEN TENDER AND I RECEIVE NOT FIVE CHICKEN TENDER! I OPEN BOX AND FIND TWO TENDER STUCK TOGETHER ON TOP OF EACH OTHER SUCH AS SOME TENDER HUMP I SHOULD NOT SEE! THIS IS NOT MY WAY! THIS IS NOT MY WAY, MY FRIEND! I DEMAND TO HAVE THE REGULAR FIVE CHICKEN TENDER, NOT THIS TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TENDER SHIT! IS SHIT!

the order taker, an awkward kid with no sense of cultural differences, looks on in a haze for a moment as if to say "sir, unless you spend more than $4 on your lunch, you can't expect to have a say it how its delivered to you." then, he reaches behind the counter to grab one of the junior whopper coupon stashed there for special pricks just like this, and attempts to counter the situation with appeasement. in a lost moment, my soda has spilled over the side of my tray, ruining some of my fries and assuring me the rest of my afternoon will concern the cleaning of my shoes, socks and pants in some way, shape, or form.
fozzy the bear

temporary embargo embargo

things discovered in the last month or so
-don't order red wine at IOTA
-"sideways" was trememdously overrated. how is this not the same movie as swingers?
-politics gets boring right after an election
-the wonderland ballroom is the best bar in dc
-tendenitis does not go away when you quarterback regularly
-the sound at the black cat sucks
-its not wrong to be territorial
-jay: if you've got guitar pedals you're not using anymore, we should talk
-obsessions can come from outta nowhere: my morning jacket, for instance
-savannah has the largest historic district in the U.S. (and a pretty one at that)
-charleston sc looks like a cleaner version of philadelphia
-beer: still off it
-memphis is truly a destination to be excited about traveling to
-playing in a band is way more fun than flying solo -- i always knew it

in other news: ha ha, i don't think so... scarlett johanneson, a nine seed?

happy easter.