Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Fish and Marillion Reunite for One Song

If you haven't seen Sunday night's one-off gig of Fish and Marillion reunited for the first time since 1988... watch it HERE ... and read about it HERE. Fish played a set of his own material, and Steve Rothery, Ian Mosely, Mark Kelly and Pete Trewavas joined him for the encore to play the band's first single... at the market square in Aylesbury, the city where the band was formed.

"Market Square Heroes"

I found smog at the end of my rainbow
I found my thoughts shift slowly into phase
Declared the constitution of the walkway
I realise it's time to plan the day

I'm a Market Square hero gathering the storms to troop

Cause I'm a Market Square hero speeding the beat of the street pulse
Are you following me, are you following me?
Well suffer my pretty warriors and follow me

I got a golden handshake that nearly broke my arm

I left the ranks of shuffling graveyard people
I got rust upon my hands from the padlocked factory gates
Silent chimneys provide the silent steeples

Cause I'm a Market Square hero gathering the storms to troop
Cause I'm a Market Square hero speeding the beat of the street pulse
Are you following me, are you following me?
Well suffer my pretty children and follow me, follow me

I am your Antichrist show me allegiance,
Are you following me?
I am your Antichrist pledge to me defiance,
Are you following me?
Suffer my pretty warriors,
Suffer my fallen child,
Are you following me?
The time has come to conquer and I'll provide your end
We march

I give peace signs when I wage war in the disco
I'm the warrior in the ultra violet haze
Armed with antisocial insecurity
I plan the path of destiny from this maze

Cause I'm a Market Square hero gathering the storms to troop
Cause I'm a Market Square hero speeding the beat of the street pulse
Are you following me, are you following me?
Well suffer my fallen angels and follow me
I'm the Market Square hero, I'm the Market Square hero
We are Market Square Heroes, to be Market Square Heroes

-- Derek Dick aka Fish

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Tuesday Talkback

Another Monday, another Monday Moaning, another talkback.

“I am disappointed at the impatient golfers that my 13-year-old daughter and I encountered at Meadowood Golf Course. Their skill levels were barely better than my daughter’s, yet, they showed their displeasure at having to tolerate the learning process that all golfers go through. We chose that time to play due to the course not being crowded. If you are in a hurry when you play golf, you should schedule a different time to play so that you may enjoy the round and not make it a checklist item of things to do that day.” — Westlake

This is tricky, because I don't know how bad this newbie golfer really was. Hopefully she spent some time at the driving range before going out on the course, no matter what time of day it is. Contrary to the suggestion above, if you are in a hurry to play golf, then yes, you want to go when the course is less crowded. And if you get stuck behind someone slow, then the thing to do is to ask to play through -- which, if you don't golf, means that you ask the slower party if they'll step aside on one hole and let your faster party play and move ahead. Indeed, what this moaner should have done, with daughter new and struggling, was approach that party behind them and offer to let them play through. Even if they were being outright rude, the moaner should have done that, if for no other reason, because it certainly could not have helped the daughter's nerves (or game) to know there was a group of golfers standing around impatiently waiting for her to play.

“My moan is to the two women at Wendy’s in Parma who were so sucked in their conversation they didn’t notice their two children were sneaking over our table and stealing our salt and pepper shakers and trying to take a grab at our fries. Please, people, control your children! Every one around you will be grateful.” — North Royalton

There is no reason to suffer in silence. Once the little booger-eaters are actually at your table touching things, it is time to bring it to the attention of their parents or the restaurant management. My approach is speak to the parents first, even though this is harder to do. While it may be tempting, don't merely issue a command like "control your children" -- that actually undermines the parent as an authority figure, which the kids will pick up on immediately and the parent will resent you for it. Instead, state firmly and matter-of-factly, "your children are touching my food." There are no circumstances under which a child touching someone elses food is acceptable, and immediately, the parent can swing into action. And if the parent is instead unresponsive or rude, then go to the management. But suffering in silence is your own damn fault, and worse, it encourages this kind of disruptive behavior by the kids. Uncorrected, do you think the kids will act any better the next time they are at Wendy's?

Or, if the kid is that close, spill your Biggie Coke all over him and yell "Look what you did!" The kid will learn an entirely different lesson, one that his family and classmates would hate you for, but what are the chances that you'll ever run into him again yourself? This solution has nothing but upside, as Wendy's has free refills.

“I think it was very insensitive of Romeo Crennel to refer to Brady Quinn as ‘the young kid.’ I’m sure the coach would not want to be called ‘the old man.’ Come on Romeo, be nice. The ‘young kid’ has a name.” — South Euclid

Romeo could have called him "The Hold Out," or how about "The Kid Who Would Be Starting Game One if He Had Not Missed 11 Days of Camp, So Now He Can Sit on the Bench and Count His Money." Romeo insensitive? He's a football coach!

I don't actually think Romeo should call him those things, and for game one, Romeo should start whoever gives the Browns the best chance of winning -- and if it is Quinn, then start Quinn.

“I was pushing a dolly on West 25th Street with two baskets of laundry and then back again. People were staring and some even laughing. Instead of staring and laughing, why don’t you people do the right thing and offer someone a ride.” — Cleveland

Oh yes, whenever I see stranger walking down the street pushing a cart, my first thought is ... to pull over and offer them a ride? Right. Especially on West 25th Street. "Hi, officer. No, I was just giving her a ride."

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Monday, August 27, 2007

The Next Chapter

Gina started school today.  School in a city not Cleveland, and I don't mean just down the road in Akron or something.  Columbus is both near and far.  Having been in Columbus now two weekends in a row, I find the drive fairly non-eventful.  And I welcome the Richland County signs as the rough halfway point in the trip.
We didn't have a going away party for Gina.  It didn't feel right to do that.  Gina is not going so far away, and she will be around.  Not as often as I'd like, but not so infrequently so as to be intolerable. 
The "teacher training" will be completed before we know it, and then she gets a week off between that and classes starting.  She'll be back for a glorious week and I am already looking forward to it.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Youngstown, Part Six

Like so many things, I found this while I was looking for something else. I remember learning that my old school, Woodrow Wilson High School in Youngstown, Ohio, was going to be closing. I tucked that in the back of my mind and forgot about it.

Choir director Elaine Carlson (in the article) was a very new teacher when I was a student at Wilson, but I remember her. I wasn't in the choir, but they practiced in a room right next to the band -- the band being directed by Richard Yozwick then William F. Gonda the two years I was there. I wish I had seen this article before, though I don't know if I really could have made the trip for an alumni concert.

But 2007 was the last graduating class of my old school. Yes, I only went there for two years, before moving north and finishing at Geneva. But it is still bittersweet somehow.

They're going to tear it down.

They're going to tear it down and build a new middle school. I suppose that is a good thing. Objectively.

When I lived in Youngstown twenty years ago, there were five public high schools in the city: The Rayen School on the north side, South and Wilson on the south side, East on the east side, and Cheney on the west side. South closed years ago, and the building is used now by a private or charter school. Rayen has closed along with Wilson. And a new building is now called East High School, along with (I understand) a somewhat refurbished Cheney -- two high schools where there were once five.

It makes sense really, and it plays into the whole smaller city concept that Youngstown is embracing. Rather than fighting the contraction, they are embracing it. An odd concept, but one that has been borrowed from Germany -- where unification led to an exodus from East German cities.

A satellite view on Google maps reveals where houses have been torn down and lots greened over. Note where there are driveway aprons along Tod Lane between Logan and Kensington, but no more driveways or houses. It is an ongoing process there, one that the mayor has gotten out in front of. It seems a little odd still, celebrating another building torn down -- yet grassy lots are better than the blight of vacant and falling down houses in neighborhoods that have lost the majority of their residents.

In 1987, I was in the all-city school production called "A Salute to Excellence" -- which was this quasi-musical theater production put on by the English department. The thinking was, take writings from all the students at all the schools in the district, and cobble them together into some sort of script. I remember I had a lot of fun with it, but when I look back on it, it was twee and cheesy. I think I understand better now why my drama coach, Robert Vargo, didn't care for it so much. Suzanne Foster from Cheney was the brains behind the operation. I remember her and especially her trademark black dresses.

Anyway, I mention Salute, because that year part of the story was that we were all alums (or students -- in the flashback sequences) of a fictional high school, John Young High. John Young was the founder of Youngstown, and since this was an all-city, all-school production, the conceit of a single school seemed to fit. Back when I was in the cast of Salute, I remember thinking that maybe we'd be better off with just one or two larger schools. I thought about how small our band and speech team was, and how bad our football team was (the Redmen went 1-19 the two years I was there) -- and thought that reduced to a couple of larger schools, we might be able to pool our talent and actually compete.

So it is interesting and perhaps odd that today, that fiction is about to be realized. From five high schools to two high schools: one on the east side, one on the west side.

And Wilson is gone. No, they haven't torn it down yet, but it is now forever closed to the public.

Apparently they had an event around graduation called "Wilson's Last Stand." A final chance to walk the halls. I missed it. I understand that asbestos remediation is well underway in preparation of the actual razing of the building.

I know it is the right thing to do, to close it, and yes, to tear it down to build a new middle school. My head says it is right. It still pulls at my heart. It is just a building. And didn't I hate it there?

And with that... if they haven't done so yet, I hope they tear down 2902 Rush Boulevard. Before it finishes falling down on its own.

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A previous post about Wilson. And Youngstown, Parts One, Two, Three, Four, Five.

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Wednesday, August 22, 2007

The Brady Quinn Debate

The chorus sung in Cleveland is that we don't want to turn Brady Quinn into Tim Couch by starting him too soon and beating the crap out of him.  A fair point, yes.
But look at Frye, Anderson and Dorsey, and then look again at Quinn.  Who gives the Browns the best chance of winning?  It is fine to say we are building toward this or that, but at the end of the day, we want to win football games.  And we should start the QB who gives us the best shot at winning, whether he was the starter last year, once the starter in San Fran, or the rookie.  
Do the Browns have the luxury of letting Quinn sit?  What is he going to learn watching these chumps play that he wouldn't learn better by taking the field?
Playing Couch over Ty Detmer was controversial.  But can you honestly say that Frye/Anderson/Dorsey are better -- or even as good -- as Ty Detmer?
Cinci sat Carson Palmer for a year, but they had Jon Kitna.  San Diego sat Philip Rivers, but they had Drew Brees.  If Frye or Anderson or Dorsey had shown any sign of running this offense competently, I wouldn't suggest it otherwise -- but with two preseason games down and two to go, the Browns had better be giving serious consideration to starting the kid.  And that means giving the kid reps in practice with the first team in order to better evaluate that.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Tuesday Talkback

This moaner provided his own talkback. Brilliant!

“I walked into Parkview Federal Savings Bank on Ridge Road in North Royalton to get two $100 bills broken into 10 $20 bills. The teller asked me if I had an account there and when I said no, she refused to make change for me. Naturally, I cussed at her and walked out. When did banks refuse to exchange currency? Is this a new policy of great customer service? Oops! Forgot, I wasn’t a customer. Way to go.” — Middleburg Heights

That's right -- you weren't a customer.

If only for the reason of avoiding counterfeit bills, why would a bank change money for just any fool who comes in off the street if he is not a customer of the bank. I have heard other people be indignant about this as well. To them I say, go to your own bank and make change. Or get the smaller bill denominations you need in the first place. ATMs don't dispense C notes. If you have them, you probably got them at your bank. And if you got them someplace else, be prepared to exchange them at your own bank.

There are plenty of other things about banks that are moan-worthy, but this isn't one of them.


Friday, August 17, 2007

Foreclosure in the Suburbs

Check out this interesting map.  Scary.
Tip of the hat to Callahan.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

The Supreme Court Coloring Book

Below is a real item being offered by the ABA ... a children's coloring/activity book of the U.S. Supreme Court.
It "comes with crayons" -- hopefully most of them are black, to color all those robes.
It has "challenging mazes" -- perhaps "Help Jose Padilla find his habeas corpus rights" is one of them.   

It has "expertly rendered illustrations depicting significant Supreme Court Justices of the United States to color in" -- hopefully that includes an illustration of Justice Potter Stewart watching 8mm stag films with the caption "I know obscenity when I see it -- pass me another reel, Clarence!"
(yes I know, Stewart was off the court long before Thomas was on, but I couldn't resist.)

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Sent: Wednesday, August 15, 2007 1:30 PM
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Subject: Announcing: The Supreme Court Coloring Book

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The ABA Journal Presents – The Supreme Court Coloring Book!

Perfect for use as office give-aways!

Have fun and learn about the Supreme Court! It's a coloring book with a surprising educational twist. This 32-page coloring book features expertly rendered illustrations depicting significant Supreme Court Justices of the United States to color in--including all current sitting Justices. You'll also find challenging mazes, and dot-to-dots, and views of the historic court building, inside and out.  Young artists will find hours of fun, while learning!  Comes with crayons!  Buy a supply for your young office visitors, and for "Take Your Child to Work Day"!

"A colorful introduction to a cherished American Institution."
--Theodore B. Olson, Supreme Court advocate and former Solicitor General of the United States

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Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Plain Dealer acquires Pluto

The PD has lured sports columnist Terry Pluto away from the Akron Beacon Journal.
In doing so, my new favorite PD columnist is .... Terry Pluto.  And I didn't have a favorite PD columnist till five minutes ago.
Yay for us.  Sucks to be the Beacon Journal today.  I used to buy the ABJ from time to time, just to read Pluto's column. 
I've read some of his books too.  I was surprised to learn he'd published 23 books, because I've only read 3 of them: The Curse of Rocky Colavito, When All the World Was Browns Town, and False Start: How the New Browns Were Set Up to Fail.
Welcome home to Cleveland, Terry.
I wonder how Bill Livingston, Bud Shaw, Tony Grossi, Mary Kay Cabot and the rest are taking the news.  I don't know if the sports page is big enough for everybody -- I wonder if there'll be an odd guy out. 

Tuesday Talkback

Moan, talkback, repeat.

How shortsighted and inept Cleveland Plus Organization is to leave out Sandusky and the Lake Erie Islands. After all, we’re closer to Cleveland in Sandusky than Canton.” — Sandusky

Looking at the map, Canton is further from Cleveland than Sandusky. But Canton is clearly in northeastern Ohio while Sandusky seems to be in the northwest. Looking at the Cleveland+ website, this organization promotes northeastern Ohio as a region. Interestingly, the companion business website includes a map that reveals that Richland, Ashland and Carroll counties are included. But not Erie County, where Sandusky is located.

Is Sandusky and Erie County part of this region? I guess it depends on whose map you look at. Wikipedia describes Sandusky as merely being in "northern Ohio." The Connecticut Western Reserve includes Sandusky, as shown on this map. But Bowling Green State University, a northwestern Ohio college, has a regional campus in Erie County -- as opposed to Kent State University, which has branch campuses throughout northeastern Ohio. I point this out because both schools were founded at the same time by the state of Ohio to service northwestern and northeastern Ohio respectively. And I always felt it was funny whenever anyone tried to say that Cedar Point is a Cleveland attraction.

I have no beef with Sandusky, and if Sandusky would prefer to cast its lot with Cleveland, I don't see a problem with that. But I guess the question is, if they are not a part of Cleveland+, whose shortsightedness is that, if anyone's? Was it up to the organizers of Cleveland+ top reach out to Sandusky, or was it up to Sandusky and Erie County to reach out to Cleveland+ and the various regional councils and commercial alliances that preceded it?

“While Cleveland Clinic is one of the best hospitals, and we are blessed to have it in our city, I do believe that they should provide free parking.” — Shaker Heights

Not for better care, not for better health insurance, not for reasonable healthcare costs, but just free parking. How small some dreams are.

“I would certainly like to know what the moron in the white pickup truck in Streetsboro was thinking when he pulled out in front of people going 50 mph, came to a dead stop, then when someone blew the horn, he gave them the finger. Where’s the logic?” — no city

When "someone" blew the horn? Wonder who that someone was, hmmm? This little tale reminds me of an old bumpersticker that still brings a smile to my face: Horn Broken, Watch for Finger.

“Why did it take so long to get Gene Hickerson in the Hall of Fame? The guy’s alive, but if they waited any longer, he might not still be with us.” — Euclid

Enjoy it. You won't see another Brown inducted into the Hall of Fame for a loooooong time.

“I don’t understand why ODOT doesn’t start one project and finish it, instead of having like 15 going all at once.” — no city

Seriously? Bridges and roads don't fix themselves, and some take years to do. And certain projects are certainly much larger than others, such as the innerbelt project. Granted, bringing that project up is a whole nother thing, given all the concern and controversy over the proposal.

“I’d like to know when Charter One will spend the money to replace their key pads at their ATMs. It’s impossible to try and figure out your password, or anything else.” — Parma Heights

Um, how bad can they be? Have the numbers worn off the keys or something?

“I’d like to know who the rocket scientist was who closed down one lane of Route 14 through Ravenna during rush hour for paving purposes.” — Palmyra Township

What rocket scientist would reopen a half-paved road just for rush hour? Having a lane closed stinks, I'm sure, but really.

“If local health care facilities insist on hiring foreign health care providers, I must insist that they speak comprehensible English.” — Strongsville

Why limit it there? We should insist the same from our politicians.


Monday, August 13, 2007

Old Technology -- Failed

This weekend I rescued from storage a large Rubbermaid tub full of audio cassette tapes. Most of them were dubs I had made years ago. I was interested in locating them since the Saabcar has a tape deck. Even though I run the iPod through the tape deck, I thought it would be nice to have some tapes in the car too.

But also, I thought it might be fun to make a mix tape -- like the old days! Mixed in with my tapes was an unopened Maxell type II high bias tape. I still have my Sony double tape deck, complete with Dolby B, C and S. I got out some patch cords, hooked it up, and planned to do it up old style.

The ancient tape deck had other plans. I picked it up in the mid-90s, and hadn't used it in years. It was fine tape deck in its day -- I don't think they got much better than this. But when I put my Nirvana Nevermind dub in the player to try it out, the tape heads engaged and the dock locked up. I can't even eject the tape. I tried the other bay, which is playback only, dropping in my Primus Tales from the Punch Bowl dub, and it promptly locked up too.

It probably isn't worth fixing. I hate the idea of buying a new tape deck. Probably won't. Got all these tapes, but no tape deck -- except in the Saabcar of course. I'm just glad I didn't test the deck with anything irreplaceable, like my Peat Moss, Tab South, Sound Mind, Derek Wolfgram, or Escaped Fetal Pigs tapes -- or any of the original tapes of the midi compositions I did back in 80s -- all of which were in that tub of tapes.

Friday, August 10, 2007

My Ashes

All the things that I needed
And wasted my chances
I have found myself wanting

When a mother and father
Gave me their problems
I accepted them all

Nothing ever expected
I was rejected
But I came back for more

And my ashes drift beneath the silver sky
Where a boy rides on a bike but never smiles

And my ashes fall on all the things we said
On a box of a photographs under the bed

I will stay in my own world
Under the covers
I will feel safe inside

A kiss that will burn me
And cure me of dreaming
I was always returning

And my ashes find a way beyond the fog
And return to save the child that I forgot

And my ashes fade among the things unseen
And a dream plays in reverse on piano keys

And my ashes drop upon a park in Wales
Never ending clouds of rain and distant sails

--Steven Wilson


Thursday, August 09, 2007

More than Halfway

Last year I celebrated my birthday with the "Halfway to Dead" party. No party this year. Just another year closer ...

I am torn between treating today just like every other day, or taking this time to do some sort of assessment and contemplation of my life so far.

Peanut Buttery


Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Touchdown Jesus is NOT a statue, and another thing...

Dear Phillip Morris:

I read your column today regarding Brady Quinn. Notre Dame's "Touchdown Jesus" is not a statue. It is mural on the side of the university library by the stadium. They call it "Touchdown Jesus" because Jesus is raising his arms up to heaven in the mural, but the mural can be seen from inside the stadium, and with just a little imagination, he appears to be signalling a touchdown.

A picture of the mural as seen from inside Notre Dame's stadium can be viewed here: http://trojanwire.com/images/touchdown_jesus.jpg

Also, your column the other day about sagging pants on young men -- it is too bad that instead of researching the urban legend about sagging pants being a signal to other inmates that one is available for gay sex, you instead perpetuated this gay-baiting myth. How is it gay-baiting? Because this myth is used, in essence, to tell young men that they better pull up their pants or people will think they're gay.

You can read about the urban legend here: http://www.snopes.com/risque/homosex/sagging.asp

SImply because you write commentary, you are not relieved of conducting a little research. You can come up with your own opinions, but not your own facts. It wouldn't have taken much research to have avoided these errors.



Tuesday Talkback

A little talkback to the moaners to brighten the day...

“Who designed those free giveaway baseball caps from the Indians game on Friday night? I realize they were free, but really now. Kelly green camouflage mesh hat, with that ridiculous bucktoothed red Indian logo on the front? It’s the ugliest thing I ever saw. I told my husband to throw it away.” — Middleburg Heights

Would any free Indians hat be satisfactory, when you hate the logo as you do? Lots of people call the logo racist, but instead, you call it bucktoothed. Kelly green camouflage (as opposed to olive green) sounds like the kind of hat that you'd have to give away, but like you said, "they were free." But, that you told your husband to throw it away... what, too big a princess to do it yourself? Or was it his hat in the first place, and you were once again telling him how to dress? I bet if you go out to the garage, you'll find the hat, and he wears it when you aren't around. That, and a pair of your pantyhose.

“On the Food Channel, the women all have their hair flying around. When we had home ec(onomics) in high school, we were always told to pull it back. What gives?” — Euclid

Your hair in the food is gross. Rachael Ray in the EVOO is hot. If you have any questions, please refer to the picture at right, or to this Google image search.

Even if Rachael was just cooking for home, it seems her husband wouldn't mind things ending up in his food, just a guess.

“To Fairview Park police who gave me a $20 parking ticket while I sat in a running car with my small children in front of Giant Eagle, but the same police will sit in the driveway of a friend a couple doors down and talk for half an hour at a stretch on my tax dollar. He could have asked me to move.” — No city

KUDOS and CHEERS to the Fairview Park police, who are cracking down on these idiots who stand indefinitely along the curb at the grocery store. Missy, you think the fact that your car was running and that you had two small children in the car exempts you from the prohibition against parking in a fire lane? Think again! He could have asked you to move? Well, you could have parked your car in a proper parking space, instead of waiting to be told to go do it!

And now they are monitoring you from your neighbors driveway, so look out! You better not be throwing batteries or paint cans in the trash, getting extra channels on your cable you aren't paying for, or making phone calls to foreigners. You are being watched.

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Monday, August 06, 2007

Bear with Furniture

Single men don't live like people at all -- they live like bears with furniture.
-- Rita Rudner

While I am definetly no longer single, especially so since July 21, this past weekend was my first weekend home alone without the wife. The wife, you see, took her sister (and her sister's cello) to Boston where sis will soon be starting graduate studies at the New England Conservatory. And as long as Gina was going to be in Boston, she decided to make a weekend of it. Which was great. But this left me home alone -- if you don't count Tito and Lola.

Gina left Friday morning. All day at work I wondered what I might do to "celebrate" my weekend of "freedom." You know, something fun and special to do that might take my mind off of missing my wife.

While other men might have done a pub crawl, gone to the strip clubs, called for a hooker -- I indulged in a completely different way.

About a week before the wedding, Gina and I went to Dean Supply to pick up things for the reception -- such as that snazzy roll of red and white checkered table covering. While we were there, I spotted my personal holy grail of ice icream toppings. As Kristen and others can attest to, my absolute favorite ice cream topping is peanut butter sauce. And no grcoery store I've ever seen carries it -- butterscotch, fudge, caramel -- sure, but no peanut butter. Some people have tried to tell me that peanut butter topping on ice cream is just peanut butter, but they are wrong -- I know this, because I have tried spooning peanut butter from a jar onto ice cream with generally poor results. Even the Hershey stores, which sell all other things Reese's, act like it doesn't exist. Well it does exist, dammit. I remember the chocolatier and ice cream store that used to be at Shaker Square, and I remember seeing the big jar of Reese's Peanut Butter topping -- not to be confused with their peanut butter.

And, with that fateful trip to Dean Supply, I saw they carried it! Seriously! Here it was, all this time. With this jar, no more going to UDF and watching them squirt a paltry smidgen of peanut butter sauce on a sundae. No more going to DQ and asking them to substitute peanut butter for the fudge in the Peanut Buster Parfait. Gina did not share my enthusiasm for my find, and pointed out that if we weren't serving it, we weren't buying it that day -- which made sense -- because there is so much cool shit at Dean Supply, that if coolness and desireability were the criteria for whether we bought it, we never would have made it out of there!

So on Friday, I split work early to go to the BMV and renew my license. (Yay, the child molester pic is no more!) But before I went to the BMV, I went to Dean Supply. And I bought my peanut butter topping. It was just nine dollars and change for an ice cream shoppe sized jar a little smaller than the size of my head.

I knew I had Vanilla Fudge Haagen-Daz at home. Soon, that would not be enough. For on Friday night, I had the sundae of the gods. And on Saturday, while I was out at Legacy Village, I stopped by Giant Eagle for clamato juice and Breyers vanilla. (First I stopped at CPK for lunch, and had the Kung Pao Spaghetti and a couple of mojitos and chatted up the bartender about our respective fantasy football drafts -- but that is another story.) So I went home, made a peanut butter and vanilla sunday, ate it, and now full of kung pao, mojito and rich peanutbuttery goodness, I passed out on the couch for a couple of hours. Till Tito walked on me.

I've barely made a dent in that jar. And when Gina gets home this evening she's going to see it on the counter and be all WTF, probably. And I'll say, matter of factly, that I've found that while the sauce is thinner than ordinary peanut butter, microwaving it for a minute really makes it the right consistency for drizzling all over the ice cream. And happily, there is still plenty of ice cream in the freezer, regardless of whether she wants any peanut butter topping. I know she likes Breyer's vanilla, and I didn't touch the chocolate chip cookie dough (which she loves) -- even though I know from going to UDF that peanut butter topping on chocolate chip cookie dough is wonderful -- even on the Blue Moo variety of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream -- upon which the peanut butter topping looks very strange -- but one spoonful and I can look right past that.
Oh, and I better clean the living room before she gets home. Pick up any stray laundry and beer bottles. Find my wedding ring and make sure that hooker is gone. Kidding of course -- except for the part about the peanut butter. If you like that sort of thing, stop by, I still have a shit load of it.

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Thursday, August 02, 2007

Buy a House in Cleveland, CHEAP

Second only to Indianapolis, Cleveland has the most affordable housing market in the United States.
Want to buy a house?  Buy one around Cleveland. 
Read it in Forbes, HERE.

Jamal Lewis on the Cover of SI?

Is there an SI curse? The Browns are plenty cursed without SI's help, thank you. And here, SI has put former Raven turned Brown Jamal Lewis on the cover.
Anyone want to bet he gets injured in the pre-season? This is Cleveland.

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