I got something for these guys. You know what it is? Nothing but respect.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aWhIV02ll-8&NR=1

Sandwich Update: My Dream is Crushed

It was with a heavy heart that I left Barnes & Noble last week. I had went to get my mother a book for her birthday and to get myself a new cookbook. I wound up with Tom Colicchio's "'wichcraft." I was aware that this star chef had turned his attention to the humble sandwich with his 'wichcraft restaurant in NYC, and having had the pleasure of dining at some of his establishments (one of the best meals of my entire life was at Gramercy Tavern in NYC; although Colicchio is no longer affiliated with the restaurant, he was at one time co-owner and Executive Chef), I was sure these sandwiches weren't just greasy take out slop. What I didn't know, however, is that there are currently 13 'wichcraft restaurants. One in San Fran, one in Vegas, and 11 in the Big Apple. 13...lucky me. Apparently, without consulting yours truly, a sandwich empire has been created. I would really like to call ole Tommy boy a hack and accuse him of stealing my idea, but even I'm not that delusional. This doesn't mean I'm not a little pissed, though.

Crushed dreams aside, there's some damn fine sandwiches in the book. Last night I opted for page 121: Chicken breast with roasted peppers, mozzarella, and spinach-basil pesto. Chicken is, for me, generally a "What-the-hell-am-I-supposed-to-do-with-this" type of thing, but this one kinda jumped out at me. Turned out rather delicious too, I might add.

Tom Colicchio might be a short, bald, dream crusher, but he also makes a mean sandwich. All the same...screw you, Tom.

Daily Doodle

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Daily Doodle Time

It's a pun...get it? Whatever. You're just jealous you didn't think of it.

Once again...Doodle Time

Yesterday I found a stack of what we'll loosely term drawings I doodled one night a few years ago when I was jobless, kind-of-but-not-really-homeless, and staying with my brother and his wife. I think I'm going to call this one "Beaker in a Sneaker."

What's the time? It's doodle time.

Here is today's doodle. I don't really have a name for it, so I'm calling it "doodle1."

Viva La France!

Looks like France took home the gold at the Air Guitar World Championships. I must admit, these guys are good. This only fuels my passion for air guitar. I will be the best. It is my density...I mean, my destiny. After all, I didn't choose the shred, the shred chose me.

http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/player/popup/?rn=3906861&cl=15176032&ch=4226714&src=news

Rickrolled Again

I know it's been done many times already, but I can't help myself...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yu_moia-oVI

Things I Hope I Never Hear

"You know what song is coming back in a big way? 'Teenage Dirtbag' by Wheatus!"

Man, I hope I never hear that!

Simplification

I make a decent effort to not be one of those types who are constantly obsessed with material possessions. There's more to life and all that blah blah blah...however, every once and a while something shiny catches my eye and I decide my life will be immeasurably improved immediately the second I own this new, shiny electronic thing. Three years ago or thereabouts, I decided this new thing that I would rather chew my own neck off than not possess was an iPod.

Some quick back story: if you're one of the privileged few who know me, or one of the even more privileged that have been allowed entry into my inner sanctum, then you might be familiar with my semi-annual habit of "simplifying." Around once a year I get tired of schlepping the same stuff over and over from apartment to apartment only to pack it all back up in a year and haul it to yet another apartment. It is at this time that I simplify. I give away clothes, cd's, DVDs, pictures, picture frames, magnets, salad bowls, electric Spiderman toothbrushes, University of Alabama snow globes, TV stands and anything else I'm not using, haven't used, don't intend to use, and never damn wanted in the first place. But the music was always hard to part with. On the other hand though, breaking myself on the alter of music lugging box after box of cd's and cassette tapes (Oh, yeah, I still have some tapes so deal with it, bonediddlies) up and down flights and flights of stairs was also hard. Enter the iPod.

The thought of having over a decade's worth of music (bought, lost, found, sold, won and stole) on me at all times was the answer. I could call down any song from the last 10+ years of my life anytime I wanted. So I had to have an iPod. But first I had to get a computer. I would also, of course, need some type of stereo device to play my new, shiny iPod on. This was going to be harder than I thought.

A long and sordid story cut short, I got myself one of them iPods around a year ago. Not three months ago, I ran up on a crazy good deal for a Klipsch iPod dock/stereo thing. I couldn't turn the deal down and the sound quality is awesome. I don't know much about Klipsch other than it's "some bad ass German audio, Bro." Good enough for this guy.

So it would seem that we've reached our happy ending, where I live happily ever after, listening to music and giving away all my old clothes. Well, it was...until tonight. I got to looking back through some old cd's that rated good enough to save from imminent simplification but not quite good enough to be iPod worthy. Then I realized I have no way to listen to them. It appears I have flown too close to the iPod sun and accordingly, got burned.

Anyone want to bet the next time I find myself in Best Buy I'll scope out the stereo aisle? Anyone want some old clothes? Maybe a used snow globe? I'll cut you a good price, I gots a stereo to buy.

It feels good to simplify.