Who gives a fuck about an oxford comma?

• Ok, so I'd like to discuss two "bands" today. First up, is the mildly known Vampire Weekend. Again, not to suck up, but I heard it on NPR. They were also just on SNL a few days ago. With the full-court media press in effect, its getting likely that you'll hear more of them as the year drones on. The profane title of the post is the opening lyrics to track #2 on their self-titled debut album. A song with references to the annoying nature of some grammatical nazis, it bounces along with a jaunty beat, much like the 10 other songs on this debut. Best described (by someone else) as rich kids that listened to a lot of "Graceland," its one label; indie-afro-pop, being the other label I've seen bounced around. I hate labels like this. Just listen and decide if you like it or not. Me gusta esta musica.

Who Me?

• Next up is the lovely Zooey Deschanel. See, I told you so. Even she seems surprised to be found as lovely (see right). Described aptly as the "honey voiced starlet from 2003's Elf," the most likely time you last saw her (unless you saw The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy (let's face it, most people didn't). But I digress. Ever since I saw her in that movie singing, I've been smitten with her voice. Similar to when I first heard Neko Case serenading my cousin's wedding with her "Deep Red Bells." Only one song with Zooey singing made it onto the Elf soundtrack (its not even in the movie!), the duet with Leon Redbone on "Baby It's Cold Outside."
  

• Well that certainly didn't whet my appetite for more! She's been performing as a cabaret act for a few years, but never formally released any music. Its been a long wait, but apparently worth it. She's now performing with M. Ward as She & Him, and have just released the creatively titled "Volume One." Just listen to Why Do You Let Me Stay Here? to get a feel for how her voice can work in a more pop setting. I find the album pretty enjoyable, so its not just her voice anymore! She's um, a good actress too.

• /end

Favre hangs 'em up.

• Wow, so Brett is finally done. I'm kinda surprised actually. Everyone has read the permutations of the story that has defined my fandom over the last 16 (17 total, 1 with ATL) years.

• No matter who played QB for the Bears over that time, Brett has 0wned us. Last year, we beat him not once, but twice....it was definitely the exception to the rule. With those two losses, he was 22-10 lifetime against the Bears (regular season), and 12-3 at Soldier Field, so much for home-field advantage.
  

• Losing to the Packers was the one consistent thing that I could count on the Bears delivering me (besides the bad QBs, cruddy WRs, poorly performing RBs...sigh), season after season.

• I will toast his retirement from a Bears perspective, but as a football fan its definitely a loss. He more than anyone epitomizes to me the tough QB that every team needs, willing to just throw the hell out of a ball downfield and see what happens, INTs be damned. From a fantasy football perspective, he was a nightmare, a gambler. Though of course there's been a decline, watching him in 2007, you could hardly tell. I wonder what its like to be that old, and surrounded by teammates telling you, they had a poster of you on the wall. It must be sobering.

• He more than anyone realized that a long INT is just a punt, and sometimes its a TD. It was like watching Michael Jordan, you don't know what you're missing until its not there. He for the most part was pretty classy, and definitely did a wonderful job off-field supporting the Green Bay and MS communities.
  

• I want to know how many WRs had to get treated for damaged sternums playing with him.... ick!

• Best of luck Brett.
  

Hooters (*sigh*).

• Ok, so by now I would assume that most intelligent people are aware that some restaurant franchises exist on the rather questionable principle of serving bar food with scantily-clad women and alcohol. A business model straight out of the strip-club establishment playbook! It would seem to work too, with over 435 locales, in 46 states & 20 countries. I for one, have only ventured into said establishment "Hooters," just once prior to Sunday afternoon. It was back in HS when we were down at state for the swimming championships. It was a fellow swimmers mom's idea, what better place to take impressionable high school youths who are forced to wear tiny tiny swimsuits all the time (she obviously knew we could restrain our exuberance)?

• When people asked me about it, I would always retort: "they had good fries!" Not that yummy fries can completely absolve one of the moral ambiguity of dining at such a place.
  

• Fast forward to our lazy Sunday afternoon, and post-toothpaste acquisition we found ourselves hungry.
• The scene: Mom, Dad and Kiddo driving aimlessly around Grape Road thinking about where to eat. I mention an interest in something Mexican. We drive by the Chipotle store, where we've never eaten, and find it to be packed. As anyone with a 2-yr old knows, why walk into a situation packed with delays between "UNCH" and a full toddler belly? We drove on. My wife commented on a new taco place opening near Don Pablo's (why didn't we think to go there? $$?). So we drove into the lot of "DelTacos," and sure enough they're still hiring. So I ask the wife, as we are in the shared parking lot with Hooters, "well, think we could just go there?"

• Now, look. I am not a Hooters guy, I don't keep calendars of scantily-clad womenfolk anywhere around the places I inhabit. Secondly, I don't really get drunk and go out on the town. I'm too cheap! That said, I also wouldn't go to a strip club either, why buy into something when you've got the same essentials at home, with romantic love/lust thrown in as icing on the cake?
  

• So now that I've proven that I'm not some sexist schlump, I can attest to going there solely because we were in the lot, everyone was hungry, and we wanted to swim in an hour and a half.

• We walked in, and immediately I got a tad uncomfortable. I had forgotten apparently just how little they wear, AT WORK. I don't like to be forced to check out ladies with my wife and kiddo in tow (that's just not cool!), and when the women are wearing ridiculously low-cut tops and short short orange hot pants, its hard to look at the ceiling without walking into things. That and, I don't want to be a creepy, ogle-you-as-you-walk-me-to-my-table kind of guy. So first off, I follow the waitress over to our table, and look back to see that the kiddo and wife are stuck at a coin-operated chiclets-dispenser. After waiting the appropriate time, I continued on to the table.
• Little did I know that said kiddo was also taken aback by the short short orange hot pants, and when a waitress turned to enter an order into the computer, he apparently shot out a hand to give her tookus a little pat-down. The wife saw it with wide-eyes, and stopped the attempted sexual assault before completion. She even thinks that no one else even saw it. He likes all things orange; I guess it can't be helped.
  

• So we're sitting down now, and wife proceeds to tell me what he just did, and now my eyes are wide, and as she talks of the near offense, our server "Lauren" arrives. Now I don't know if every server does it, but she wrote her name down on a little napkin, with XOXO under her name. I guess most men/clients can't find the restraint to take their eyes off the boobage to read the nametag that's just barely hanging onto their clothes.

Other oddities:

• Wife and I comment that there are actually quite a few other families eating there with small children, so we're not the only ones that apparently considered eating there. After I joke that Hooters probably gives their waitresses a tanning allowance, the wife points out that no in fact, their legs are sporting super-tight, silky, super brown tights. Wow, never noticed that!

• Even more interesting, was that my wife couldn't figure out how they got it all to fit in the short short orange hot pants, there's really not a lot of room to cram much of anything in them, let alone a tookus. She claims to not see a panty line, whereas I feel there must be underwear, for health code compliance's sake. Thongs, maybe?
  
• Lauren actually talks to us about international adoption once we break the subject using the term "birth-mom," she seems nice, and comments that she wants to have a kid of her own, then adopt, but not now she's too young (20). My wife smugly feels it was all trolling for tips...who knows? She also dislikes that the waitress sitting on a stool next to her leaning over the table, leaving me to talk while looking at my plate. I'm an eye contact guy, but I don't want to cross a line of too much looking-down activity.
  
• All of the waitresses have long combed hair (no curly), all worn down. No mixed colors either. All black, brown, or of course bleach blond.
  
• Ché is loving having all the tvs around, and seems really enthralled by the bowling on ESPN 32. We'll have to take him to the alley one of these days.
  
• My wife witnesses four drunk guys harassing a different waitress; as she leans over to deliver a drink to the far end of the table, a guy touches her neck with the flick of a finger. Now see, that's totally uncalled for. I don't have a problem with someone working at Hooters, just because they feel they can get better tips (read: asset-based), but as a dad, if that were my daughter getting harassed I'd be seriously pissed. Just because you're in a "meat market," or using the lame old "wearing a uniform" excuse, doesn't mean the women deserve to be harassed in that way. I feel bad too, because they probably just let it go, so as to keep the tipjar filling. Ick.

• I ended up leaving almost 20% on the bill. Not out of thanks for Lauren's assets, but for her ok service. I would have left more, but she didn't refill our drinks often, and totally forgot our request for a knife, and my extra order of fries (it all comes back to this for me). Its not like she was that busy, I think she was waiting on a whole 3 tables in a fairly empty restaurant. I now always take my buddy Konrad's tactic: start a running tip clock (@35% or so), and with every mistake the tip %-age goes down.

• Oh yeah. The food. It was ok, Ché ate most of a hotdog, I ate his fries, and ate my steak quesadilla appetizer as a meal. Liz had 10 wings (which she usually doesn't like - and reminded me of), as it was the most carb-less thing on the menu. Lemonade, diet coke and milk rounded out the bill. Again, its bar food. The fries were good though! :)
  

Lazy Sunday Afternoon

Well today we've played around the house, gotten some toothpaste @ Target, and eaten lunch at Hooters. But the latter deserves its own post. Let's just say that if Ché develops a fetish for cleavage & orange hot pants later on, its probably my fault.

Now we're off to the pool, let's all hope the random push-off of our usual nap-time doesn't come back to bite us in the buttoxes!

I got rid of the content warning. I haven't been very good at cursing lately anyways, and I loathe the idea that I'm putting an extra click between you and my mind spittle (thanks to LizIL for pointing out its annoying nature).

I played some Nintendo last night with Patrick and Konrad (they came over for a meatloaf dinner), good 8-bit times! I'm apparently better at MLB than I am at Bases Loaded, who knew? I got to come back and w00p the Giants in Tecmo Bowl too, go Bears! I only threw like 5 ints, and still won...Jim McMahon deserves a benching.

Mid-Day Chuckle

I came across this today in the goldmines that are the FARK political threads, and felt I needed to share it.

Here's a round for failure all around! *Huzzah*


In a different vein of failure we get the following:


As in the failure to keep a public's trust......Many thanks to the Billboard Liberation Front!

The perils of being an early adopter

• Ok, so waaay back in time (imagine Robert Bradley's Blackwater Surprise singing that), I bought an Archos Jukebox 6000. I said to myself, its the early 2000's (I think it was 2001 already), I have a new job, and some disposable income. I also have a computer filled with music in this odd little file format called ".mp3." I want to listen to it everywhere, CDs are the past man! I went to Best Buy (now universally panned as Worst Buy), and spent probably 200 dollars. At the time, it was yes a lot of money, but there were basically no other comparable models out that could match the behemoth that was 6GB of music. Well....it was a horrible, terrible, no good, very bad heavy brick. It worked fine for 6 months or so, and then it had trouble booting. I suspected the HD died, I tried changing the batteries (a cumbersome process) and to no avail, it just wouldn't wake up. By "worked fine," I mean it had a horrible interface, and sickly green backlight (only when you pushed a button), an a analog volume control! My biggest gripe was the lack of a shuffle amongst folders...they essentially could never write software that could do such magic.
  

• Fast forward a few years, and after perusing lots and lots of reviews, I have embraced a South Korean firm (after my bad lot with the French). I bought a 1GB I5 (see image at right). I loved it! The sound was amazing, the interface easy, it had a great radio, much better battery life (replaceable AAAs). Heaven! But.......I should have learned. Once again, I hit the wall of death. This time it was a dead circuitboard, lasted me a full year+! Out of warranty now, I was forced to think again.

• Its now Fall 2007. I'm thinking again (dangerous, yes!). I still want to avoid the HD based players (based on the 6k's faults), and I love the flash memory, but its pretty small in capacity terms. Should I abandon the brand loyalty? Well, I'm a sucker for smooth looking devices. So I bought another Cowon product. The I7 and wow is it attractive. Comes in a 6GB red flavor, with again wonderful sound, great radio, 60h life on a lithium battery, and a "innovative interface." Blah, blah, the verdict is again, that I love it. Drawbacks off the top of my head are these:
1. The "swing touch" is great when its in your hand, but is waaaay too sensitive in your pocket. Thus you must rely on the hold button, which also turns the device on. It gets too much work, and I've had one break on me already (fixed under warranty, w00t!)
2. I don't really need to watch videos on a screen the size of a postage stamp, so i don't. I like being able to change the screen background though
3. As its flash memory, you're really paying through the nose for the capacity you get. HD-based players are far cheaper in that arena. But I can shake it all I want, drop it on the ground, it still plays. Suck it Apple.
   
4. The radio reception was actually better in my building with the old I5, except in the strange nexus of good cell phone coverage that is Kulpa lab though. Too bad I don't work there.

• Ultimately, its hard to pick a winner these days, when consumer electronics are made to not last long. I could probably resurrect the Jukebox 6k, but I don't need to carry around that much weight, I've already got a baby on my back! Besides, its not like I bought an iPhone. *smirk*
  

• /end
  

Keep it short, stupid

• Okay, so here we go. First post, woop-de-doo.

• I made that cheesy animated .gif above, with an intent to use it, but alas it is so very crappy. Its a great font though: Stylograph. I highly recommend the free, easy image manipulator I used to place Little Mac in his fateful battle with the mighty Aialik.
  

• I have a little to say on the politics front, though you could easily assume I'm crowing with 11 straight wins for my candidate of choice, but instead I'm quietly optimistic. I genuinely feel that supporters of Mr. Obama are treated rather shabbily, mocked as cultists, accused of voting out of guilt, rather than on a the politician's merit. All it does is remind me more and more why I don't support a conventional candidate. Look, of course he has money (mostly donated), he has fame (people gravitate to talent), he has people that support him blindly (regrettable, but a common phenomena), but he also has over 1 million people that have pledged because they genuinely trust him. I think that all of these things add up to being more than a flash-in-a-pan politician. I'm not saying anything new of course, but I don't like political power concentrated in the hands of the few, and if anything he's certainly an example of making your own path.

• I can't make up my mind on the NBA lately: I rarely get to watch games, and can't usually stay up late to even see any of the west coast games, but why are the Western teams so much better? They are filled with talented players I enjoy watching, and it just spoils me on viewing the Bulls ineptitude. I realize the commish is a powerful, fairly aggressive promoter of his sport, but how can he ignore that half of his league is awful to watch? The concentration of "good" players in the East is so spotty it leads to only 5 teams with a winning record, to the West's 10! Pitiful.
  

• I'll post a bit more about music later, but for now, seek out The Gourds at any cost. I'm pretty much consumed with Gourds-Lust/Cucurbitaceae, and have quickly snapped up 5 of their albums in a short period of time. With many bands its often just the music alone that keeps me listening, but with The Gourds even cheesy lyrics like those below, put to the appropriate bounce have me yelling along on the drive home:
  

Everything that I have
Everything that is true
Everything that is possible
Everything for you
Everything that you want
Everything that I do
Is what I do for you
-from the regrettably named "Do 4 U"-

• /end