I guess I should qualify my laughter at the Cubs.
I got nothin’ against them as a team, per se. I just don’t like how they’re consistently mediocre and every media outlet in Chicago (perhaps excepting AM 670) treats them like a mother duck preening and cooing over her retarded hatchling.
Meanwhile, the White Stockings Bases-Ball Club Team from the south side have actually won recently. In fact, they won the World Series last year. Nice.
I guess I’m also biased against National League games. I don’t wanna set a pitcher bat, it’s a complete waste of my time. Bring on a DH in the AL any old day.
Ever since Howard Stern went to satellite radio in January, morning FM radio has been nigh unlistenable in my neck of the woods.
His replacement, “Rover” is about as bland and boring as listening to the AM farm report on pork belly futures. His ads are truthful, tho – they used to read “Radio With Bite”. It’s true. The dude’s show does bite.
Chicago Public Radio has been doing their pledge drive, so screw trying to listen to that.
WXRT’s “Regular Guy” is perhaps the most honest movie reviews ever, but he’s only on for 5 minutes on Tuesday & Thursday and their beloved Lin Brehmer gets a little too faux-philosophic for me.
So I’ve been sticking to the tape/disc head unit and the 6 disc changer.
Afternoons are much better, mostly because of Steve Dahl. He gets too far into Bears crap than I care to hear sometimes, but overall an entertaining listen (especially when his Swiss friend, Chef Hans, does the Swiss Sports Report). While talking about Scott Posednik and his newly pulled groin muscle, he said something to the effect of “Well, at least that’s a legitamite injury that keeps a player from performing well. You know, unlike the Cubs.”
HAH.
I had a really strange day a couple weeks ago.
Woke up and remembered a dream – it’s been a long while since that’s happened.
Took the bus to Midway for a business trip to (ugh) Fresno. Not a block west on 63rd street, I saw two eight year olds running down the sidewalk, yelling. Then I saw the possum chasing then.
True story.
It started out innocently enough. The Girl and i trucked up to Hot Doug’s for some fine encased meats and to meet up with Scott & Leighanthrax. Made our way through the line and I ordered the game of the week, a three-chili wild boar sausage with lemon pepper dijonaise and pepper jack cheese and a side of duck fries. Yes, fries fried in duck fat. God, it was fucking delicious.
Afterwards, we headed back to S & L’s for some drinks and hanging out. It’d been since the wedding that we’d seen them and we spent the afternoon talking and drinking. Scott & i drank an entire bottle of Jameson (slowly, in lo-ball glasses with a bit of ice) and we all went to go see Walk The Line in Evanston. Evanston is a very strange place… it’s akin to Chicago Lite, but with half the good stuff and four times the tax. Even though we sat in the very front row and Leighanthrax had to shush some mouthy bitch behind her, the movie was fantastic and i highly recommend it to anyone else that vaguely likes the man in black or at least a good story. Whats-his-name Phoenix was suprisingly good as Johnny Cash and Reese Witherspoon’s acting was commendable – it didn’t make me want to beat her in the face with a shovel (a first, congratulations).
Afterwards, we went to this crazy ethiopian restaurant and ordered some beers, some honey wine & a giant platter full of meat and vegetarian dishes. We scarfed down everything very quickly and i momentarily felt very hot and as if i might barf, but it passed and we trucked back down to the south side as we were both starting to fade.
Other than that, i’m down ten pounds, not going to georgia for thanksgiving, still plotting the purchase of a turkey fryer (looks doubtful this year, so i’ll prolly resort to grilling the massive 15.5 pound bird with some wood chips to smoke it), thankful we finally got some snow last week and finally got my goddamn ibook put back together. Replacing the reed switch cable (to solve backlight intermittance issues) is a royal pain in the ass and basically entails disassembling the computer down to components. It’s a 4 hour dis|reassembly to replace a $20 part which only takes 5 minutes of the ordeal. While doing so i took the time to strip the cases of their “snow” paint and give it a coat of medium grey with an off-center black stripe. After much worrying and masking and cutting myself with the razor accidently and breathing paint fumes and cursing, it’s back together and works, well, just like it should. Pictures to come later.
What’s this moving violation shit? What’s this bullshit? I don’t fuckin’ care! It don’t matter to Chicago Ted. But you’re not foolin’ me, man. You might fool the fucks in the league office, but you don’t fool Chicago Ted. This bush league psyche-out stuff. Laughable, man – HA!
One thing I like about living in a big city is that the police, who have a great deal of my respect, spend their time actually protecting the public. What I don’t like is when you come across the one or two who have nothing better to do than pull some Barney Fife crap and pull me over after I turn right on a red light. True, there was a “No turn on red 7AM – 7PM” sign and it was still within those time limits, but the sign was obscured by another sign and it’s impossible to see when you’re waiting at the light behind the white line. Yeah, I took pictures. Sometimes carting a digital camera around with you all the time helps out.
I dunno. It just seems like bullshit to me. Dunno yet if imma pay the ticket & do online traffic school so my insurance doesn’t go up or if i’ll request a court date.
