Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
tgi red olive houlibees
look, this is simple, if you pay money to eat at the olive garden, red lobster, houlihans, tgif or whatever it is called, cracker barrel, or any of the assfucking chains which purport to deliver a cultural experience, then you are an asshole.
much of their food is so over-prepared and bland, but you eat it anyway. many of these places receive the food you eat in frozen bags. the kitchen is composed of massive vats of boiling water that these plastic bags are dropped in and heated up. then the mass in side is dumped on a hot plate and brought out for your useless carcass to consume.
this is not to suggest all restaurants, and even all chains suck it like you do, but you know the ones i am talking about. you can start with the ones that advertise on tv. let us take olive garden. it purports to be an italian restaurant. admit it jackass, you go there. i know because if you are reading this, you have some intelligence and make money and are lazy and go there. "oh, we just go for the wonderful soup salad and breadsticks" oh fuck you and eat a bag of shit and die.
jesus mary and fucking joseph the olive garden comes out with so many "new" italian dishes each week. rolotini, sumptuous flour rolled around a mash of vegetables. and those ads with all those people so fucking happy, laughing and making fake retarded statements people never say. while i have not ever been there, i bet when you go you never see all those people really fucking happy and passing around their plates in some orgiastic pleasure of shitty food.
patronize the local restaurant! keep your money in your community. eat fresh food, it exists in your neighborhood. if you develop a relationship with a restaurant, you will get even better food and service. how can you develop a relationship with the revolving door of personnel at one of these chains?
gloriously with this recession, people dont have the dough to allow these chains to survive. good riddance to bad rubbish.
resist corporate dominance over your life and eat local.
click here for eatlocal.net
Monday, December 8, 2008
top films
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a clockwork orange
the hunt for red october
working girl
godfather I & II
a clockwork orange
the hunt for red october
working girl
godfather I & II
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
i turned journey up?????
i was totally freaked out the other day when, as i heard the starting notes of the next song on the van radio, i instinctively turned up the volume and started the launch sequence of grooving to a tune and was suddenly horrified to notice that it was "dont stop believing" by journey.
when this song came out, i was in undergrad. i wore leather and safety pins. new order, the who, smiths, pistols, ramones, the dead, allman brothers...leotards and long hair rock did not have a place and i railed against the genre.
in fact, when journey opened for the stones at rich stadium, i was there. it rained all day and when steve perry came out, the whole place booed. the stage was slippery and perry's feet literally came out from under him and he went flat-ass on the stage and those watching burst out in noticeable laughing throughout this massive venue.
he wiped out again and then mocking laughter turned to boos competing with the music and journey bailed after the third song. we had to wait three hours for the stones.
so....when i realized that i had turned up this, this....song, i truly was horrified. why had i done so?
the sopranos popped into my mind as it was the song which ended the series. i remember being pissed that david chase had selected this song while i watched the screen cut to black. then i started listening to the words about the small town girl and city boy and picturing tony and carmella. at this point, i started to feel goosebumpily and warm and then afraid about manopause[sic, you idiot] or something cuz this was not right.
i kept the music up and started trying to figure it out. my youth, the sopranos, simple familiarity? then i started singing "street light, peeeeeple".
next i started calling my music peeps to ask what they thought. latent homosexuality was questioned, latent affection for spandex from another. really no help but still amusing.
i still do not have this one figured out.
i still dont have any idea.
when this song came out, i was in undergrad. i wore leather and safety pins. new order, the who, smiths, pistols, ramones, the dead, allman brothers...leotards and long hair rock did not have a place and i railed against the genre.
in fact, when journey opened for the stones at rich stadium, i was there. it rained all day and when steve perry came out, the whole place booed. the stage was slippery and perry's feet literally came out from under him and he went flat-ass on the stage and those watching burst out in noticeable laughing throughout this massive venue.
he wiped out again and then mocking laughter turned to boos competing with the music and journey bailed after the third song. we had to wait three hours for the stones.
so....when i realized that i had turned up this, this....song, i truly was horrified. why had i done so?
the sopranos popped into my mind as it was the song which ended the series. i remember being pissed that david chase had selected this song while i watched the screen cut to black. then i started listening to the words about the small town girl and city boy and picturing tony and carmella. at this point, i started to feel goosebumpily and warm and then afraid about manopause[sic, you idiot] or something cuz this was not right.
i kept the music up and started trying to figure it out. my youth, the sopranos, simple familiarity? then i started singing "street light, peeeeeple".
next i started calling my music peeps to ask what they thought. latent homosexuality was questioned, latent affection for spandex from another. really no help but still amusing.
i still do not have this one figured out.
i still dont have any idea.
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