Gone, Daddy, Gone

I love Asian food. I mean, I really love Asian food. Chinese, Thai, Vietnamese, Japanese...love it. I could eat any one of those at least once a day and not get sick of it.

I'm also not so great about cooking at home. I actually know how to cook, and I'm not bad, but by the time I've fought my way through my job for 9-10 hours, a lot of times I'm pooped by the time I get home. So do the math - this means I order in a lot. And often times, you guessed it, it's Asian, and most likely Chinese.

I don't even know how I stumbled across the Chinese place I've used for the last, geez, seven...eight years, but they've been my mainstay, so much so that the lady who answered the phone knew my voice (is that pathetic or comforting? I'm still not sure). I probably ordered from them at least once every two weeks. Again, do the math - I know that place very well.

Recently, I deduced that they changed hands and now have a new owner. I started to pick up on it around Christmas. I called to order Kung Pao something and the lady didn't answer. It was some new chick who I had to explain everything to (no, I know it's already spicy, I want it extra spicy, and no white onions). And the dishes I usually ordered were delivered to me with new things in them. Green peppers in the Kung Pao? Snow peas in the Garlic Chicken? Tasty, but different.

And now, after repeated attempts to get a hold of them this weekend and no answer, I went down there, like a concerned friend, to see if everything was ok. Sure enough, they're remodeling.

Is nothing sacred???

Reunited (and yes, it felt SO good)

Did anyone catch the Grammys last night? I'm guessing not, since no one I know ever watches it. I hadn't watched it myself since Jon Stewart hosted (mmmmm, Jon Stewart), but the reunion of The Police hooked me this year.

They opened the show (good move, Recording Academy, since we'd all just skip to their part anyway) with Roxanne, not my favorite song, but like I'm going to be picky. Stewart Copeland looked the happiest I've ever seen him, and even Sting seemed pleased. They're holding a press conference today, most likely announcing a tour and maybe even a new album. Between that and the reunited Van Halen (avec Diamond Dave), I don't know what I'm going to do with myself, other than sell some plasma to pay for the tickets.

Other highlights:

Dixie Chicks were 5 for 5, award-wise. I've always liked them, country or pop. I really need to get that album. Does everything Rick Rubin touches turn to gold? I really like their "I'm Not Ready To Be Nice" song. Yeah, take that, "W" - we have strong words AND a violin!

Justin Timberlake: if someone told me five years ago that I'd be a fan, I would have slapped them silly. Are you kidding me? But he was all OVER the show, kicking butt every which way. He does have soul, and he can play the guitar and piano, AND HE CAN DANCE. Plus, he was involved in an American Idol-esque contest they held to find a singer to perform a duet with him. If it was as impromptu as they suggested (apparently folks on the east coast got to vote and they announced it live on the show), he did a great job of incorporating her into his performance on the fly. He's really matured as an artist and he's just an all-around pro.

The Chili Peppers won. I love that album. I love them.

I'll avoid mentioning the lowlights (Stevie Wonder's suit? That's just mean to do that to a blind man).




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Fucking Far Side...

...always crackin me up.




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Widdle Fuzzy Babies

While this year's Super Bowl promises to be a good one, this weekend always brings about another favorite past time of mine: Puppy Bowl! Read about it here if you're not familiar. They run it all day.