If you’ve been following me on twitter, then you know all bout my “tonight’s project” series of pictures. Its the stuff I’m cooking or baking or whatever, and its a way for me to destress AND feed my family.
Here’s an example:
Potstickers with hot and sweet slaw.
Here’s a link to some of those photos, and some other twitpics to keep up with the good ole JustSheaNo.
So, greetings and salutations. I’ll try to be around here a little more.
From experience, look for the following and consider if the cumulative message is a warning you want to take seriously:
Is the ceiling showing its age? Are the nailheads poking through the plaster?
Are there doorknobs inside the closets? If so, why? What does that tell you about attention to detail?
Are there air conditioning sleeves in the major rooms? Are the ACs included? If not, are the sleeves appropriately sized for the space? You don’t need a sleeve for an 14,000 BTU AC in a room that’s 10 x 8, and you don’t want to get stuck buying one because its the only size that fits in the wall.
Are the windows double hung? If so, can you open the tops so that you can clean them on both sides?
Who’s in charge of maintaining common areas like stairwells, or shoveling snow and raking leaves?
Is there yard access? Is it shared? Is there a curfew? Is the yard constantly blocked by a car in the driveway so you can’t actually get into the yard?
This unsolicited advice brought to you by me. Argh.
If, like me, you like to pay attention to stupid news, you’ve already noticed the fight over hosting the retired space shuttle Discovery.
Sen. Charles Schumer of New York has lobbied VP Joe Biden for one of the shuttles, to be on permanent exhibit at the USS Intrepid Sea Air Space Museum. Other sites in contention include the Tulsa Air and Space Museum in Tulsa, OK.
NASA is set to retire the three shuttles, at a cost of $144 million to refurbish and deliver the shuttles to their destined host sites. NASA, the agency that is about to lay off 900 people over the next five months, is ready to spend $144 million to create some tourist attractions that will benefit, who, exactly? More later.
The New Hotness is Op Swamp 81, of which I learned from T.A.N.. I’ve always appreciated T.A.N., and saw him a lot at amateur night at the Comedy Cellar (long long ago, where my step-bro also performed-frequently). You should, too.
In any event, Op Swamp claims both Max Roach 5 tet and Kraftwerk as influences, and features some mighty fine writing and beats. Get into it.
On sunday I took TheBaby (tm) to Macy’s Petacular, to see the dogs dressed like Liberace, and the horrendous Disney product placement.
We saw the Smurfs, the Energizer Bunny, Broadway’s Johnny Tartaglia of Avenue Q, and now in Shrek! The Musical (but he was also the star of the now defunct Johnny and the Sprites on the Disney Channel; also, he was the Elmo understudy on Sesame Street).
When it was time for lunch, TheBaby (tm) wanted, surprise, surprise, chicken nuggets. After an unsuccessful 10 minute wait at Chez MacDo, behind 75 french teenagers, we decamped to Burger King.
This was a poor move on several fronts. I haven’t had fast food in a very very long time. We’re talking YEARS. After a very long wait, we got our food. It was meh/ borderline yuk, The service, as I may have indicated with the long wait, was terrible.
But the kicker was the music being played at Burger King. All of it horribly inappropriate, and all of it extremely vulgar. So I won’t go into details, but here’s an example of an actual song played at the Burger King on 5th Ave at 32nd Street:
Luke -I Wanna Rock (Doo Doo Brown)
I won’t even link to the You Tube vid because it’s that dirty. Look it up yourself.
So I decide I’m going to mention to the manager that the music is extremely vulgar. Certainly not what I expect in a family dining establishment.
And the employees of said Burger King looked at me as though I was the person in the wrong. And cursed at me under their breath.
Dude, I don’t care what you do at home. Hell, I even like crunk and booty music in a minor, train wreck kind of way. But that music at noon on a Sunday in a fast food establishment down the street from one of the biggest tourist spots in the world (Empire State Building) SHOULD NOT be cranking the booty music like we’re at Easy E’s house party.
Go ahead, call me a fuddy duddy.
Scratchbomb posted this over at Friends of Tom the other night
“I went to CitiField over the weekend, and my wife cringed at her weird, trashy Mets gear. Yikes.”
and its Oh, So True.
The offending garment, you ask?
Except picture it in bright orange with contrasting blue stitching. Its basically a Mets [tramp-stamp] in cotton jersey, and its horrifying.
Except now she’s spread her special brand of trash to the written word, and here’s what one of her two fans has to say:
Good lord.
This afternoon, scratchbomb, BabyBomb and myself will be heading over to Citi Field for the first game. The First Game is actually a matchup between St. John’s Red Storm abd Georgetown Hoyas. As much as I love baseball, I can’t say I have much of an interest in the collegiate version, but alas.
$10 and we are getting in. Some highlights to look out for later:
Stay tuned and check out my twitter feed. Check out scratchbomb for his photo packed post later.
Love,
JSN
The above is my illicit $5 buyin NCAA tourney bracket. Shame me now, because I’ve got two other brackets running and the deadline is 11:59 tonight.
May the best team, and by that I mean Louisville, win.
Maddie is obsessed with this book, which is fine, except she will randomly point at living things big and small and loudly announce what size poop they make.
That said, I was impressed that she started to flip through the pages of the book and recite an appropriate phrase for the pictures from memory. For example:
Mommy! Elfant makes big poop!
Hey, its one step closer being potty trained.
^^ What Came After
Pages: 1 2
Harken Ye Back ^^
