the one where we cram it all in

July 20, 2010

Thats what she said!

There are a lot of bloggers out there that post a weekly recap of their weekend. It usually involves going to a lot of cool places with their friends. I am not one of them. Mostly because you know I like to make shit up.

That and I don’t really go out partying it up on the town. We do a lot of stuff. We like to celebrate the things to do in Cleveland and there are a ton of things. There are slow days for us and then there are times where we go to a play, dinner, a concert and a movie in one day. If need be we just cram it all in.

That’s what she said.

This weekend was one of those times. Friday there was what the kids are calling these days a “tweetup”. It was called the east-side tweetup and was held at the Willoughby Brewing Company. We were invited and you know went and stuff.

Oh was that not good enough? See I’m bad at this. The Three Shillelaghs headed over to Willoughby Brewing Company. Hilarity sort of ensued. I was still sort of limping. The pain in my heel had mostly subsided by then. We parked and then started walking toward the restaurant. We didn’t even get across the street when the wifey’s (kat clearly) flip flop broke. The back part just fell right off. Just as she walked it fell off and as she marveled about it and tried to walk on the rest of the shoe died. We walked on discovered it was further than we thought went back and got the car. Drove to it found there was absolutely nowhere to park and ended up parking right by where we originally did. She had to basically walk with the shoe in her hand the whole way and then fake like it was on to get inside.

The night was cool and met some new peeps which always a good thing. I wasn’t that impressed with the menu (though did not have anything) and the apps were expensive. The jack and ginger was tall and that good. The waitress was pretty awesome even if she got sort of busy and there were a few times I sat there like this:

‘more jack daniels please”

But you know more desperate sounding. All in all a good time was had. After we left we stopped and got us some Chick-fil-A. Yum.

Saturday was such a full day that the wifey made an itinerary. I never actually saw it but I’ve heard it did exsist. The Three Shillelaghs packed the car and headed on down to Akron for the:
National Hamburger Festival

It was so hot.
(how hot was it)

It was so hot that on the way there a minivan caught on fire. Okay so that probably isn’t true. A minivan was on fire on the opposite way as we drove to Akron though. It was hot as all get out while at the festival that consisted of a bunch of places to get hamburgers for a 2 block radius. I was sort of disappointed by it. I mean it was cool and all but it lacked stuff. The only merch were shirts and Jughead comic books. A vast majority of the events seemed to be taking place at night and we’d have to be gone way before then to keep our schedule. I was going to attempt to be in the bobbing for burgers contest but oh well.

There was this:


That’s right there was a Barney Fife look alike walking around the festival. How awesome is that? Also as we approached he yelled out:

“I’m Barney Fife bitches! What mofo wanna take a picture with me?”

Ok not really but I almost asked him if he would. Later he threatened to arrest us if we tried to sneak back in. The burgers were tasty and the one we got was from Steel Trolley Diner. Their banner said get your burger branded. I ordered the Marley Burger: A ½ pound burger topped with Jamaican jerk sauce and Orange chipotle mayo. It was tasty and they indeed did “brand” your burger. Unfortunate (or hilarious) they have std as their initials.


Yes my burger said STD on it and I still ate it.

We left there and went home to nap for a little bit. Then we hit up the Cleveland Cinematheque for Animal Crackers. After some Marx Brothers brilliance we ate some Aladdin’s and then hit up Parnell’s Pub for some x-mas in July. It was for Thirsty Dog’s 12 dogs of Christmas Ale. Tasty! Then I had one tall Jack and Ginger. From there we headed over to the Capitol Theatre to see the late shift showing of Memento. It had been a while since I’d seen it and I really looked forward to it. On the way there the wife tried to destroy the happiness that is the Marx Bros. by saying they were probably very unhappy. This discussion went up until the movie started and included several other people getting involved. Then I won tickets to see the late shift showing of Pulp Fiction.

Sunday was a more relaxed. The wifey headed over to her mom’s house to do laundry and thesis work. I stayed home wrote some and watched soccer for a bit. Then I watched George A. Romero’s Diary of the Dead. It was decent. I was preparing for Monday’s viewing of Survival of the Dead. Later that night we went to a new Indian Restaurant called Indian Flame. It was delish. A review with pictures will be written soon as we go a second time.

Monday we went to breakfast and then picked up Lindsay. We headed over to the zoo to enjoy free day. It was pretty sweet even if it was packed and my heel was hurting again.
The wife and I on the Australian adventure train:


It was fun but got weird when the driver said:
‘Oh my mate lookit the kangaroo ova there. Ain’t she a beaut? Why I’d like to stick me little dingaroo in her pouch. Boomerang bitches”

All that but you know with an Australian accent or you know probably not at all.

We encountered a lady wearing leggings that looked like jeans as jeans. It was not pretty and I wasn’t fast enough to snap a picture. Later on the wife and Lindsay marveled at the Rhino’s dong.
After that we went home for some resting and lunch. I almost set the apartment on fire. I forgot the package my Sammy was in had metal like shit inside and yeah it started to burn in the microwave. After a nap that did nothing for us we headed out to see Survival of the Dead which was pretty good.

Damn I’m tired.

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The one where I get attacked by zombies

July 3, 2010

The days slowly creep toward the horrible moment when there will no longer be a World Cup to occupy my time. Two people have already asked me what I’ll do when it’s over once again. It won’t be pretty that’s for sure.

Yesterday after the Brazil v. Netherlands match I had some time on my hands. To be exact I had about 2 and half hours. After reading the paper (yes those still exist!) and then went for a walk. I went down Coventry and then turned down one of the side streets. I had my camera but the walk was mostly just to get out of the house.

I snapped these for some reason:



Those were lying in the little alley road between whatever and Mayfield. I had turned up the alley meaning to cut across and then turn back toward my apartment once on Mayfield. As I snapped these a lady was putting some mail in a mailbox on the corner. Even though when she was looking at me it was obvious I was taking a picture of the ground she gave me this disapproving look.

(I was standing outside/in front of a window)

I thought about taking a picture of the window and saying something like: “Oh yes Jenny undress soon you will be mine.”

(I didn’t.)

She paused for a second (very uncomfortable one) and we looked at one another. Finally she left and I continued on my merry way. Said merry way of course led me behind her for about a block before she made it into her apartment. I had about 40 minutes till the next match started and I decided to head into Mayfield Cemetery. I chose this despite the last time I was in there it really felt like the people cleaning/tending to the grass and what not were following me. They finished up some work and got in their truck just as I got up from the bench I was sitting on. As I walked and snapped away they crept along slowly in the truck (creepers) Side note: Every time I enter a cemetery for purposes other than a funeral I sort of feel bad. This leads to 2 things happening.

1. I make up a back-story. I’m in here to visit my Uncle Randall’s (None of my Uncles are named Randall) grave. We lost him in the war.
2. I promise the dead that if they don’t rise up and rip at my flesh I’ll be respectful and maybe write poetry honoring the dead.

So of course I did this as I entered and I walked around. Listening for any sound of groaning/moaning or you know dirt being broken free of. I managed to snap a few pics. This one was my favorite one:


Anyflower it was time to head on back home and so I made my way along the path back. I snapped a few more pics and stopped to put the camera away. I was near the edge of the Cemetery a few feet from the bushes that line it. Suddenly it got eerily quiet and the birds that were near the bushes flew off. There was a rustling sound. Then some faint cracking from the same area. I looked in that direction and noticed how the dirt was sloped. There was a hole.

More rustling.
More cracking.
I’m backing away. I’m not dumb. More rustling.
And then…
And then…
And then…

A fox jumped out! It then ran along the bushes and vanished. I wish I had my camera out cus I would’ve got a cool shot. Plus I’m pretty sure it was a zombie fox. I mean we have no proof to the contrary…
And it was in a cemetery.

A new threat: Zombie foxes.

Here is a crude representation of what may have happened:


Wow that is just horrible. I apologize. You may now be dumber for looking at that picture

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Thankful Thursday 9-10-09

September 10, 2009

Kevin Smith’s 24 hour tweetahon:
It kept me from writing entertained when I couldn’t sleep. It also helped me come to realize one of my favorite story tellers (Smith) had written for my favorite comic book. Just in case your new to me it is Spider-man. It was during the period I was away from comic books (as my wife reads this I bet she’s thinking/saying “wish he still was”—and I say hush you!) The point is I never read his story arc and of course I need it!
I’ve since purchased the above story arc for a total of 6 bucks! To make things better I’ve bought the much booed and hissed at story arc One More Day that ended right before I started reading again. This is the story arc that ended the Peter Parker/Mary Jane romance. It is much hated by the unable to change and let things breathe fans. It shall soon be mine!

Portugal struggling:
Cristiano Ronaldo and Portugal are in danger of missing the World Cup. They still have a shot but like Argentina and France it’ll be a tough path. The thought of Ronaldo crying again (this time tears of sadness) thrills me!
Zombie tees, need I say more?

Parnell’s Pub:
There is no better place to watch some soccer in the city. They pour the perfect pint too.

Columbus Sept 26th:
Going to see the Columbus Crew beat on the LA Galaxy and David Beckham.

It was a day where I got some actual writing done for the first time in a long time.

Grog Shop tonite:
A chance to drink and see some friends is always good.

Oh and this picture of me as a Sugardale Hotdog:
sugardale jimi

So what are you thankful for?


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